All Chapters of THE MAFIAS BETRAYED BRIDE: A Game of Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MARCELLA’S POVI woke up with a terrible headache, my jaw hurt and my entire body felt like I had just been run over by a truck. I rubbed my eyes aggressively as the memories of last night flooded my head. I was about to have a late breakfast when Zak’s men came to get me, I was told Zak wanted to take me out for a ride, I reluctantly dressed up and followed.We drove a while then stopped in a corner from where I could see a man being dragged into a police van. It was Antonio, his hands cuffed together at his back as he was escorted out of his house into the van. He looked weak for a moment, he looked defeated, his head bowed as he walked towards the car. I immediately unbuckled my seatbelt in an attempt to run to him, but Zak had locked the car. I kept struggling with him to unlock the car door, earning me a hard strike on the face. “Now that Antonio is out of the picture, maybe you can concentrate on keeping your promise to me by becoming my wife” he said clearly.“Fuck you” I s

ANTONIO’S POVIn a swift moment, I lifted her off the floor, her soft ass resting on my arms. She was quiet heavier than she looked making me grunt a little, but my attention was quickly shifted back to her lips as I took them in my mouth. She tasted like vanilla and ice. I started walking towards the bedroom without breaking the kiss, then I lay her gently on the bed. She watched me with soft cozy eyes that drew me in. I kept my eyes focused on hers as I slowly peeled off her dress, she licked her lips seductively leaving a trace of moisture on them. Soon, she was left in only her bra and black tongs, she looked hot and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her body. I moved over even more slowly and stroked my tongue along her jawline, a soft moan escaped her mouth urging me to go on. My tongue descended onto her neck as I nibbled hungrily on it ensuring I left my mark on her. My hand shifted to the space just between her thighs and I felt her desperate attempt to grind on my hand. I kne

ANTONIO’S POV The rage in my heart was full blown as I shoved Alvarez aside. “ get out the fucking way!” I yelled descending the stairs to the basement. My heart pounding loudly from anger, my fingers coiled into a fist as I approached Lucas. He looked up at me just as my fist landed a heavy blow on his cheek sending blood flying from his mouth over the floor. He spat, then looked at me with confusion as I grabbed the collar of his shirt, my fist delivering continuous blows on the same cheek. The mans face was soon swollen, his eye lost in the valley of his swollen eyelids. An arm grabbed me from behind. “That’s enough Bravta, enough!” Alvarez pleaded pulling me away from Lucas. I breathed heavily allowing my nerves to relax. ‘Why?why?’ I thought. ‘ why would she insist on a topic I’ve clearly ask her to ignore.? Why does she want me to feel bad for what happened as if it wasn’t self defense. Why does she pity Lucas and not me?’ the questions run endlessly through my head.

MARCELLA’S POV I stormed away angrily, my frustration worsened by the car door’s decision to remain closed despite my vigorous tag at it. I walked back angrily to Antonio and grabbed the keys from him, I could literally feel all eyes on me as I walked back to the car. I didn’t give a hoot, all I wanted now was to get away from who ever Lola was. From inside the car, I could see the woman cup Antonios face, my heart pounded loudly as the tears gathered in my eyes. He clearly had a solid history with this woman, she seem like a very important part of his life and even though he seemed angry or tried to look angry at her, I couldn’t help but feel he still had some sort of deep rooted feelings for her. I really can’t be sure, but my instincts are almost always right. I saw him yank her hands off his face, but it probably took a little too long for him to decide on doing that. Was I jealous?, no I mean why should I be?, it wasn’t like Antonio and I had an official relationship. In-fa

MARCELLA’S POV “No, no, that cant be , I haven’t even had chance to see him yet” I said as the tears flowed. Micheals mother had grabbed my hands tightly. “That can’t be” she kept repeating. “I am so sorry ma’am” the doctor said and walked away. Mrs Cabello rushed into the room with me right at her heels. Goosebumps settled on my skin as I entered, the atmosphere was tense and the screen that faced me projected a thin straight line. Its cables connected to various parts of Micheals body, a nurse stood by disconnecting them one after the other. Mrs Cabello took Micheal’s right hand while I settled at his left side next to the nurse. His hands were still warm when I took them, his eyes were shut and he looked peaceful. I couldn’t bring myself to form any words as I watched his chest remain flat with no movement. “Micheal…” I called quietly, his moms gentle sobs filled the room and I couldn’t decide whether to comfort her now or spend this last moment with Micheal. I was alread