All Chapters of The Don's Runaway Bride: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ARIA'S POV.When I woke up, I tried to move my legs but I couldn't. Then I tried my hands, I faced the same fate. What's happening? Am I lying down on my stone foam bed in the rusty-smelly cell?I took a deep breath and tried to steady my thoughts. This place doesn't smell like my cell, which means I'm not in my cell. So where am I? What is the last thing I can remember?I shut my eyes against the darkness and tried to remember; I was in my cell, eating a very nasty smelling soup; Pietro's way of trying to break me, making me yearn for the good and tasty meals I've been used to for a while now.I was dead ass hungry and tired. That was the only reason I would eat such a terrible meal. But in between my meal, my cell door was pushed open, and Steve! Oh my god, Steve. Steve came for me. Now I'd started recalling the things that happened. But if Steve came for me, then where am I? I opened my eyes and tried moving my hands again, but there was an excruciating pain. My hands are cuffed!

ARIA'S POV.I woke up with my brain feeling like it was wrapped in a million layers of hot towels. My mouth was dry, and my muscles were loose and liquid. Fear flooded my body. 'God please, let it be Pietro who has me. Please, please, please, God please.' Seconds ticked by as I laid there, waiting for the fog to clear from my head. Drugged, kidnapped, with no idea where I was, I began to silently pray to God for a miracle.'If Pietro doesn't have me, please let Steve stumble, fall, and perish before he can hurt me.' I kept my eyes closed and started taking a mental inventory of my surroundings. I was on what felt like a firm mattress. The left side of my head was throbbing gently. I wasn't feeling any chains on my body. The air in the room smelled like a mix of strawberries, cinnamon and a dried metals. Also, there was absolute silence.No faint traffic noises, no voices, no movements. While I was still taking these points in, I heard footst

PIETRO'S POV . "Anything new? Can we run an exfil?" Edoardo asked as he walked in on me, staring at my computer screen. "No," I replied. The property Steve was holding Aria in, was a private property owned by one Kingsley Ryan, who happened to be a ghost because I couldn't seem to find him anywhere. "Fuck," Ardo muttered. "This is going to be a trap." "I know." "I’m guessing you’re still going?" He asked. "I am." He sighed and nodded his head. "Okay, Carlo and I need to figure out the best place to set up our rifle so as to provide you with adequate backup." We stood there in silence, staring at each other, then he tapped me on the shoulder and nodded reassuringly. He was silently comforting me and I was gladly taking it because I was very much at the end of my rope. I had an understanding of what a man like Steve was capable of. I’ve seen what his father did to women, and I had no doubt with the kind of things we've discovered about him and the type of training he'd h

"I left the force because of this shit. I tried to go through the usual retirement process and shit, but it was all taking too long, so I hastened them up." He winked at me. "Anyway," he continued, "I'm going to take your life too. I thought of taking your father's first, but that won't hurt you too much. That's exactly why I went for her." He pointed at Aria. "The naive daughter of Roberto Kostas." He let out an evil chuckle. "But first, I'm going to make you watch me fuck her, and then you’re going to watch all my men fuck her."He smiled and touched her breast, then he squeezed it, and I bit my lip so hard that I tasted blood. He laughed at the way Aria's eyes widened in horror."I’m going to kill her very slowly, and then I’ll finally get to you. I'd wanted to kill your brother too. But I had a moment to think about it; it'll be better if one of you gets to live, and the other person would have to live in utter misery for the rest of his shitty life. That's exactly how I

My eyes filled with tears for the first time in years. 'God, please, save her.' As we waited to hear from the doctors who had taken Aria to the theater to remove the bullet in her stomach via surgery. My tears fell on my clasped hands. All the emotion I had forced myself not to feel bubbled over. "Don’t cry, Pietro," Ardo said, tapping my shoulder. "She'll be fine. I promise you."I nodded miserably. I've never felt this much vulnerable or defenseless in my entire life. "I can't lose her, Edoardo," I said in panic."You won't." He replied.Carlo was standing right beside me, silent. But his reassuring arm remained rested on my shoulder. Everything had moved so fast and for the first time in years, I realized what being powerless and out of control truly felt like. I clenched my fists tightly. 'No, I won't lose my family again. Not this time, not ever again. I'm going to protect what's mine. Aria is my family, and if God shows me mercy and spares her,