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Chapter 17: You Are Going To Be My Girlfriend
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Bound to the Mafia Wolves Chapter 18: Scandalous
"What?!" I blurt out, just as Maximilian swerves into a driveway in front of a high-end luxury store building. "You need clothes." That's all he says as he steps out of the car and hands the keys to a valet parking guy. I fumble with the seatbelt, my hands shaking, and Maximilian is by my door, opening it. "Dearest," he says with a devilish grin. "Let me help you with that." He bends over me, his face passing dangerously close to mine. I catch a whiff of his smell and my back stiffens. It's so damn delicious that for a second, it's easy to forget this is my captor and enemy. I speak through gritted teeth. "What. Did. You. Mean." The seatbelt clicks and it slides back to its place as Maximilian turns toward me, his nose almost brushing mine. "Let's go, darling. We need to get you out of that stained, sweaty shirt." I can smell his minty breath as he holds there for a second and gives me a slow peck on the cheek right before pulling his torso out of the car. He extends a h
Bound to the Mafia Wolves Chapter 19: Keep His Head
The second I step out of the elevator, Maximilian drops his jaw and immediately tries to compose himself, pretending not to be shocked or surprised by how I look. The change is minimal- instead of the baggy pants and shirt, the jeans and top I chose hug my curves- but I know that it's causing an impression.An army of assistants follows Farrah down the stairs, and they arrive just as I join Maximilian near the lobby. "It seems like you got everything you need." Maximilian's eyes wander over to the assistants who are carrying dozens of bags and boxes. "I'll have to get them picked up. They won't fit in the car." There's a hint of annoyance in his voice, and that makes me smile. "Yes. I was very thorough," I say in a sweet voice. I can't tell if he's annoyed that I'm making him spend so much money or because the sheer volume of clothes presents a logistical challenge to whatever his plans are. "We can have everything delivered to your apartment, Mr. Thorn." Farrah hands me a smaller
Bound to the Mafia Wolves Chapter 20: The Show Is On
After a quick shower, I grab the scandalous dress I picked back at the store. It takes me a while to find it in the pile of boxes and hangers that has been delivered to the apartment while I was in the bathroom. And just when I start to wonder what I'm supposed to do about hair and makeup, a team of cheerful and colorful people bursts in. "You must be Helena! We're going to make you look great tonight!" the oldest-looking of them says effusively. "I'm Hugo, by the way. Pleasure to meet you." He saunters over and kisses my cheeks, completely unfazed by the fact that I'm only wearing a towel. "Hi," is all I manage to say, but I return his enthusiasm with a smile. "I, um. I was going to get dressed." "Oh don't you worry, honey! We got this!" says a lady, snatching the dress from my hands and heading toward the hallway. "We're here to fix any alterations your wardrobe might need." She continues to speak but her voice fades away as she moves farther away. The team springs into action,
Bound to the Mafia Wolves Chapter 21: I'm Yours
Maximilian's grip on my hand tightens the second we enter the museum, making me glance in his direction. Is he... nervous? Or is he trying to be reassuring with me? Either possibility is beyond anything I would expect of a man who seconds ago had just threatened me so I would behave. The music inside engulfs us. It's a mellow, classical song, which is instantly drowned by the hundreds of conversations taking place inside the dimly lit space. So many eyes follow us as he leads me toward an enormous bar set up in an open courtyard. Fairy lights hang from fruit trees, giving the place an ethereal, fairy-like atmosphere. "Do you want champagne?" he asks, not bothering to wait for me to answer. He grabs two bubbly flutes from a waiter's tray and hands one to me. "Even if you can't shift, I presume you can hold your alcohol down." "Maybe. Maybe not," I say teasingly, downing the champagne in one go. It makes my throat ache but I do my best to conceal it. The thinnest smile forms
Bound to the Mafia Wolves Chapter 22: I Won't Leave Him
Now that he's left me here, I don't know what to do, so I look at the painting for a little longer and move on to another. I hadn't intended to piss him off so badly, and I don't really know what I said that angered him so much. Some people look at me curiously, but thankfully, no one approaches me. Just as my eyes wander, trying to find where the bathroom is, I feel someone jerk my arm from behind. "What...?" "We have to leave. Now." Tommy escorts me through the crowd, roughly making his way between people. Some stare at him and one even yells at us for bumping into them. "What's going on? Is Maximilian all right?" I ask, trying to keep my voice down. Tommy pauses for a split second and then continues heading toward the exit. "Don't tell me you like him now." "No, it's just that he disappeared... Tommy! Stop! Please, tell me what's happening." He ignores me. Soon, we're outside, and Tommy pulls my hand down the steps, almost making me trip. "Get in the car." Rushing to the
Bound to the Mafia Wolves Chapter 1: A Miserable Bride
"You look beautiful," Joan says as she places the veil on top of my head and gently strokes my hair. "Beautiful or miserable?" I turn toward the mirror, finally seeing myself for the first time today. Sure, on the outside I look like a normal bride. Red lips, pink cheeks, long, wavy red hair. The makeup artist has done a great job covering the scars on my arms and the one on my chin. No one can see the scars that matter, though."Well, as your friend, I try to focus on the bright side of things," Joan says brightly, placing her hands on my shoulders and gently squeezing them. "You'll be fine, Lena. You always are." The thing is, I don't want to be fine anymore.For once, I just want to be happy, whatever happiness means. And leaving my parents behind could be something to be happy about if it wasn't for the fact that I'm just switching jailors. I don't know a lot about Alpha Jack, but he seems to be the cut of the same tree as my father. Ruthless on the inside. Nice, upstanding bu
Bound to the Mafia Wolves Chapter 2: Helpless
I'm unable to suppress a smile. I have absolutely no idea what was going on, but anything that upsets my father and his plans can only be something good. "I'll be right back," my father growls. He looks furious, and he's doing a poor job of trying to rein it in. "You can proceed with the ceremony." "Nope! We need to borrow Alpha Jack for a moment, too. Right this way," the man says, calling off the growling wolves surrounding him. "Don't worry, no one is getting hurt!" Alpha Jack looks just as confused as everyone as he follows my father down the aisle and disappears down the flowered hallway, flanked by his own men. Some eyes wander toward me as if hoping for an explanation. I catch Joan staring at me in disbelief, and I shrugged at her. This was definitely not my doing. Not this time. My stepmother somehow manages to calm people down and music begins to play again. "We will resume shortly!" I hear her cry out, as she speaks to some of my father's many guests. Someone brings
Bound to the Mafia Wolves Chapter 3: Shut Up And Obey
When I wake up, the first thing I realize is that I'm on a huge bed, and my wedding gown lies next to me, crumpled up in a messy pile of white taffeta and lace. It's chilly and damp. a steady soft pattering tells me it's raining outside. The room I'm in is blindingly white, and for a second, I begin to panic. They couldn't have brought me to a mental institution, could they? But it doesn't smell of disinfectant or bleach, but rather, like lavender, with a twang of something sweet. The bed and pillows are satiny, and the room is far too big to be an institution. When I lift my head, I begin to feel tipsy, as if I had been drinking with an empty stomach. But my body feels fine, other than a few sore places around my arms and legs. My head hurts a little, too. My vision clears up quickly, and I sigh with relief. I'm definitely in not an institution... But I also have no idea where I am. Enormous windows covered by equally white and pristine curtains line up the walls. The space
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