All Chapters of Married to my fiancé's father: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

LORENA Even as those words left my mouth, I pushed off the wall, wanting to feel every ounce of his body flushed against mine.He groaned and pressed his pelvis against my lower belly. He was hard, his cock straining against his pants and now against the thin of the dress material.“Does this feel like you are not my wife?”Oh my God. My chest would explode any minute. I had no idea how my hands found themselves under his suit jacket, my palms against his chest. My head swam with desire, drunk on it.The moment I felt my husband’s mouth on my neck, a loud moan escaped me.“That’s right,” his lips moved over my overly sensitive skin. “You are mine.”His lips left a trail of the sweetest searing sensation. He nipped; he kissed; he licked. I felt his hands on my ass, pulling me harder against him.“Alessandro-” My voice was breathless, slutty. I didn’t care. I wanted my husband. “Please.”“Ahm, sir,” a voice came from the distance but I didn’t care.“Don’t stop,” I begged, my hands fist

LORENA “We have to kill all the Mobster Kings tha have been promise girls.”“Are you suicidal?” I understood her hesitation. After all, the family I was supposed to be sold into was has been known for their cruelty, ruthlessness and bloodthirst. The Santos family. “We’d have to kill them all at the same time; otherwise, they’d hunt us down. And Lorena , they wouldn’t just kill us.”I watched her expression, fear coloring her features. She was right. They wouldn’t just kill us. They’d make us regret ever being born. The word was they tortured their enemies for years.“I know,” I murmured. “But what other way could we ensure they never get their hands on us?” I took a deep breath in and then slowly exhaled. “Gabriella, if they get their hands on us, we are dead anyhow.”“Fuck.” I agreed with that word exactly. Either way, we were fucked, and we’d have to go into a lifetime of hiding. My heart squeezed painfully at the thoughts of not seeing Matteo every day. It made it hard to bre

ALESSANDRO I had several guards at the house watching over the women and Matteo along with my father.Massimo was with me and he was currently outside. He had some shit to take care of with the technology he upgraded at the compound along with every business I owned. Massimo is one of the rare men I trusted implicitly. If he changed anything about our security, I never questioned him.We all loaded into multiple cars. Enzo, Luca, Dante, and I each had three men with us, along with two vehicles each. That way, if we were attacked, it was harder to get to us.We took the route of the Brooklyn Bridge. I remembered the first date I took Lorena to. I told her we would dine at a restaurant in the city. Her first request was whether we could take the Brooklyn Bridge route. It was her favorite way into the city. I was suspicious of her request and had taken five vehicles and extra men along with me. But the moment the car drove onto the bridge, she straightened up and stared out the win

LORENA “Your parents loved you,” Zia’s voice was soft.“I know.” I turned to lock eyes with her “Did you know my grandparents made you my guardian?”She nodded.“What did it cost you Zia” I asked “It cost my my unborn children” she answered I took her hand into mine and squeezed it. I couldn’t even imagine the pain she felt. You never get over something like that. It was impossible to get over something like that. Her tone of voice was heart wrenching;“I’m so sorry, Zia.”“You have lost your parents. We all have lost something.”I kept my hand over his. She was right, we all lost a lot.“My father killed Ella’s parents too,” I muttered the admission. “Her father refused to work with him when he realized my father was using him to smuggle women. So he killed them both.”“I know,” she replied. “Her father was a crooked politician but he had limits. Sometimes my husband worked with him, but after nearly losing me , he wanted nothing to do with the business. Alessandro took over a

LORENA I had no solutions and was tempted to beg someone, anyone to help us. But the people at this table were the reason we were in this predicament.Well, except Zia.I swallowed hard, reining in all the control left within me. Don’t lose your shit. Don’t lose your shit.“Let’s go get a bath and then bedtime,” I told my son, placing the napkin onto the table and got up. I’d changed into white jeans and an emerald green t-shirt for dinner. I refused to go all out for these men, but both Ella and I agreed, we shouldn’t show up to dinner wearing yoga pants. Although it was awfully tempting.I kicked off my high heels, ready to pull Matteo out of his high chair. No sense in strutting around the house in high heels. I wasn’t a trophy wife.“Here, let me try,” Alessandro offered. Before I could object, he picked up Matteo’s fork and continued, “Okay, Matteo. I know veggies are kind of gross. But let’s dip them into the sauce, and it makes them taste better.”“He doesn’t like to mix hi