All Chapters of The Don's Runaway Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

We started heading out immediately while I pulled out my phone and summoned my men. Giancarlo was the first to arrive at the scene. "Should I get the jet ready to take us back to Queensland?" He asked. "No, not yet." His entire body tensed at my reply. "I’m not going back until I find her." Carlo didn't say a word immediately. He simply shook his head as if telling himself he shouldn't keep quiet. "Some people would question your focus, Capo. This girl, Aria, she doesn't want the union. Why don't you let her be and get settled with a girl that wants to be with you?"I prowled towards him, my movements as dangerous as a panther. Standing less than a foot away from him, I urged him in a daring tone, "Repeat what you just said.""Pietro, you know what I'm trying to-"I grabbed him by the collar and jerked him violently towards me, cutting off his words. He dropped his gaze in surrender, one of the few sane decisions he’d made since Aria's disappearance.

EDUARDO’S POV.I had just ended a call with my brother when I overheard a commotion behind the doors of his office. Before I could make head or tail of the words being said, the office door got pushed in, making me cussed insanely at whoever it was.“Who the fuck are you and how dare...” I went into silence when I saw the intruder, Susie, Aria’s best friend. That’s strange considering the fact that I shot her barely a week ago. She still has her arm bandaged, but what the hell is she doing here?Angelo, one of the men who rushed in with her, attempted to pull her out of the office, and I sneered. Wasn’t he outside there when she pushed into my temporary office? Pietro’s men are really in need of some tactical ass-whooping.“Calmati Angelo (Calm down, Angelo). I’ve got this. Rilassati, rilassati (Relax, relax).” I told him and pointed him out of my office.I am in a fucking bad mood. My brother is going soft, all thanks to Aria goddamn Kostas,

His hand relaxed a bit, allowing me to finally breathe, and then he nodded. His men backed away from Celia. Next, we were heading outside. Celia was brave enough to still follow us behind. When she saw the Limo that pulled up to the front of her apartment. She gasped, "Who the hell are you and where are you taking my friend?" I offered her a thin smile, praying she would go back inside so that Pietro wouldn't change his mind. Celia took one look at the Limo and shook her head. "I’m not leaving you with these men. I don't know them and who sent them. They should just kidnap the both of us." Jesus! I need her to go back inside before Pietro loses all patience and slit her throat. Already, his fingers were drumming against the side of my neck, rapping impatiently over my pulse point. "He’s not..." I hesitated, my gaze trailing over to meet Celia's. "He’s not a kidnapper," I admitted. A rumble from deep within Pietro's chest erupted into the silence and pulled my attention back to

Consciousness slowly crept back in. I realized that I was now lying on a hard mattress, and the air in the room I was lying in smelled like rust and dampness. So that means I’m not in my home or a hotel room or even a fancy bedroom. That means this is really happening. I felt something cold on my ankle, forcing me to look down. It was a chain. 'Lord, what did Pietro do to me?'I could only recall that I’d fought him so hard that he decided it was best to let me be. Then I almost created a scene and ran off when we got to the airport. If only the people there weren’t so hellbent on minding their businesses. I would have been rescued. That was all I could remember. Now I’m waking up restrained in a depressing room. Sick with terror about what’s going to happen to me soon. I started murmuring silent prayers. If there is any way I’m getting out of this alive, it would be by a pure miracle. My thoughts went to Steve. Has he called me yet? Does Pietro have my burner phone now? He’s not

PIETRO'S POV . Nika helped clean Aria up. I let Aria experience the luxury our room and the comfort it could provide. It was my silent way of telling her she could stay up here if only she behaved. Cognitive dissonance... one of the few skills in human thought manipulation that I had embedded inside me. I was just starting with Aria. When I get done with her, I knew she’d be so flexible that I could easily bend her into a goddamn flexi-rod and she’ll stay put with a beautiful smile and a 'thank you.' When I stepped into our room, she was looking clean, putting on a simple sundress and a pout that said she hated me. But I’m certain she felt other things for me that she’d rather not put in words. I crossed the distance separating us and she stood staggered toward the window, trying to run away from me. But I was swift enough to get to her before she hit her head on the window frame. “What do you think you’re-“ I wrapped a hand around her nape and the words died instantly on he