All Chapters of THE MAFIAS BETRAYED BRIDE: A Game of Revenge: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MARCELLA’S POVMy eyes remained focused on Lola. From behind the glass where I stood in the office, I could clearly see through her deceit. Her teeth appeared as she laughed at loudly at whatever my brother was telling her. I had seen her just once but I swear I could recognize here even in the dark.She brushed a hand over her bald head then rubbed her thighs as she laughed some more. ‘That’s not very ladylike’ I thought. I shut the blinds quickly on impulse when she turned her head towards my office as my brother pointed at it before remembering she couldn’t see me from out there.I felt like a coward for hiding behind the blinds to peep at this mysterious woman. I had suddenly become interested in knowing everything about her. Who she was, her past with Antonio, why she was really in town. I suddenly developed the strong urge to know all these. A loud tap on the door shifted me back into reality. A young lady stepped in, her head down as her eyes remained on the wooden floor.“E

ANTONIOS POV Two days had passed since Marcella drove off leaving me alone at the parking lot of the restaurant. I had called my burner phone over a hundred times hoping she would find it in the car and answer. I knew she was angry but I couldn’t tell why. I defended her before Lola, I ensured she wasn’t disrespected but she still found something to be upset about. Alvarez had kept an eye on her throughout and I even heard about the death at the club. Today I had asked Alvarez to refrain from following her. She had all the freedom in the world to do what she felt was in her own interest and I felt exhausted chasing her all over town. I had other equally important things to deal with and anytime I swore keeping focuse on my mission, she showed up and I push everything aside. This time I was determined to stay on track, the distractions had become too frequent. Marcella had become my weakness, I couldn’t resist the urge to keep my arms open to her even if I had a lot on my plate

MARCELLA’S POV I almost choked on my saliva when the detective asked suddenly. “Who’s office is this?” “Mine.” My uncle said stepping forward. “Is there a problem officer?” He asked. “None at all. I just want to know what work you do here” the detective asked. “Procurement stuff” uncle Tee replied. “…and this?” She asked stepping into the room that used to be alive with the smell of money and drugs. The space was now taken up by a huge mahogany desk, book shelves, water dispenser and all those fancy office stuff. It even smelt exactly like my brother’s perfume. “Mine” my brother responded. “…let me guess, HR?” The detective said. “Yeah, HR stuff” my brother replied. “I see, what kind of stuff” she asked running a hand along the wall and examining it after every step she took. “I believe your warrant is only to search this place and not to interrogate staff” my uncle said. He seemed confident in his response, as though he knew what he was about. “We have answered

ANTONIOS POV I adjusted the rare-view mirror towards me, Marcella stood there still, her figure becoming a tiny dot as the car zoomed further away. I had come to learn that I cannot remain angry at her no matter how much I tried. I found myself pushing out all the cause of my displeasure towards her out of my head. The thought of leaving her here and going back to Spain took over my brain. “ its just a few weeks Bravta, we will be back before you know” Alvarez assured. “Yeah I know” I said shifting the mirror back to its place. We soon pulled up at the airport and went through check in. Within a few minutes, the plane was lifted of the floor and we were set towards Spain. The smell of lavender filled the air as i took in the surrounding of the hotel we had just lodged into. I decided against going home for the safety of my family, not only that though, but for my own peace as well. My mother wouldn’t stop ranting about my need to marry before my Abuela passes on and I didn

ANTONIO’S POV A few heads turned in our direction when Alvarez and I stumbled into the hotel reception. My arm interlocked his as he leaned dearly on me for support. He had lost a lot of blood and was already drifting in and out of consciousness. The receptionist gave us a disapproving look. “Don’t worry he is just drunk” I said with a weird smirk as we made our way upstairs to our room. I lay Alvarez in the bed, its white linen quickly getting soaked with blood. I rushed to the bathroom and grabbed a few towels, I padded the wound. My hands trembled as I brought out my phone to call Dr Miguel, he was our underground doctor in Spain. “I’m out if town currently, I will be there in about three hours” he said over the phone. The man that lay before me didn’t have three hours, he didn’t even have Ten minutes. My brain gave me the wildest idea, and I begun scanning the room and our briefcases for anything I could use to extract the bullet. I had seen Dr Miguel do it a few times an