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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-12-07 17:39:45

~ANYA POV~

The silence that follows the locking of the door is heavier than the scream.

It presses against my eardrums, a physical weight that threatens to crush me. I stare at the heavy iron door, waiting. Part of me....the foolish, hopeful part that refuses to die....expects the lock to click open again. I expect him to realize this is a mistake. I expect him to come back, scoop me up, and take me to the warmth of a bed.

But the door stays shut. The silence stretches.

I am alone.

I look down
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  • CALAVERA: The Mafia’s Caged Bride    171

    THE YELLOW DRESS~ANYA POV~The balcony looked out onto a pretty garden that someone had clearly taken good care of for a long time. Roses grew on trellises and lavender was planted in neat rows, making the air smell nice when the wind blew. I sat in a metal chair with my feet tucked under me, a book on my lap, but I hadn't actually read any of it for twenty minutes.The yellow dress was in the closet when I woke up. It had flowers on it, fit me well at the top, and the skirt ended just below my knees. It looked fancy, like the kind of style French women have. I wore it because my old clothes from Porto were packed away somewhere and wearing César's gifts felt like the path of least resistance.I hated that it fit perfectly.Hated that when I looked in the mirror I saw someone who looked healthy, who looked rested, who looked like a woman living a good life instead of a captive plotting her escape.My hair had grown out over the months of hiding, the cheap dye I'd been using to ke

  • CALAVERA: The Mafia’s Caged Bride    170

    THE MEETING~CÉSAR POV~The meeting room upstairs smelled like fancy cigars and old fancy cologne.I sat at the head of the table with my hands folded in front of me while five men who thought they had power tried to explain why they had let a shipment get blocked by the French authorities.Pathetic.All of them.I could see the sweat beading on Moreau's forehead even though the room was climate-controlled. I could see the way Dmitri's hand kept twitching toward his inside pocket where he probably had a gun he was too scared to actually draw.I could see the calculation in Romano's eyes as he tried to figure out if throwing his partners under the bus would save his own skin."The intel was solid," Moreau was saying, his French accent thicker than usual because fear always made people revert to their native tongues. "We had the routes mapped, the customs officials paid off, everything in place.....""And yet," I interrupted, my voice quiet, "thirty million euros worth of product is no

  • CALAVERA: The Mafia’s Caged Bride    169

    PARIS~ANYA POV~The house in Paris wasn't what I expected.I was expecting something over the top, something that showed off money and power, like that mansion in Marbella. It had gold everything, marble floors, and rooms so huge they felt cold and impersonal.but when the car pulled up to a narrow street in the Marais district and César said "we're here," I found myself staring at something completely different.It was small by his standards, maybe four bedrooms, tucked between other historic buildings with cream-colored stone and black wrought iron balconies and window boxes that someone had planted with geraniums that were just starting to bloom.It looked like a home.It's not a fotress. It's not showing off. Just a beautiful Parisian townhouse on a quiet street where children were playing in a small park across the way and an old woman was walking her dog and everything felt so achingly normal that something in my chest twisted."This is yours?" I asked as César unlocked the f

  • CALAVERA: The Mafia’s Caged Bride    168

    THE BLOOD~ANYA POV~Someone knocked at 11:14 PM. It was a loud knock. I was half-asleep on the couch, reading a book I wasn't paying attention to.I knew it was him before I even checked the peephole. The guards downstairs would have stopped anyone else.I opened the door and César was standing there with blood on his shirt.Not a little blood. Not a nosebleed or a cut from shaving.His white dress shirt was soaked through on the right side, dark and wet, and there were spatters across his collar and his jaw, and his hands were still dripping slightly like he had tried to wash them but given up halfway through."You can't come here like this," I hissed, blocking the doorway even though we both knew I couldn't actually stop him from entering."Where else would I go?" he asked, and he sounded tired, genuinely tired, like whatever had happened tonight had taken something out of him.He walked past me into the apartment, not pushing exactly but just moving forward with the absolute certa

  • CALAVERA: The Mafia’s Caged Bride    167

    THE CONTROL TACTICS 2~ANYA POV~The clothes started appearing three days later, expensive items that definitely weren't from the discount store where I usually shopped, designer labels I recognized from my brief time as César's wife when he had dressed me up like a doll.I found them hanging in my closet when I went to get dressed for work, simple but well-made pieces that would have cost more than I made in a month—a soft grey sweater, dark jeans that actually fit properly, a dress in deep blue that I immediately shoved to the back.Because I knew if I looked at it too long I'd remember the last time César had bought me a yellow dress, the last time I had worn something beautiful before everything turned ugly."I didn't ask for these," I said that evening when César showed up, gesturing at the closet."I know," he replied, not even looking up from where he was helping Marcello build a block tower. "But your clothes are falling apart, Anya. You deserve better.""I don't want them.""

  • CALAVERA: The Mafia’s Caged Bride    166

    THE CONTROL TACTICS 1~ANYA POV~The armed guards showed up on Tuesday, two of them stationed outside the building entrance like silent statues in black suits who nodded at me when I left for work and again when I came home.And I hated them.I hated the way they made the neighbors stare and whisper, hated the way they made it impossible to pretend I was still just Ana Silva, normal single mother, instead of Anya Torres, prisoner with a very expensive security detail.The bulletproof windows were installed on Wednesday, heavy panels that made the apartment darker and more claustrophobic.And when I complained César just looked at me with that patient expression he had perfected and said "Would you rather have regular glass when the next assassin comes?" And I had no answer for that because he was right, because Diaz's man had proven that being connected to César Navarro made me and Marcello targets whether I liked it or not.By Friday the panic room was finished, a reinforced closet

  • CALAVERA: The Mafia’s Caged Bride    Chapter 11

    ~ANYA POV~The locked door haunted me.Every day I walked past it with the maids, its black surface twinkling like an insult. The handle was silver, elegant, unreachable. It mocked me. It whispered promises of freedom, or at least secrets. My chest burned every time I saw it.Tonight, I couldn’t re

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  • CALAVERA: The Mafia’s Caged Bride    Chapter 7

    ~ANYA’S POV~The first few hours, I told myself it was nothing. A bad dream. A mistake. Some stupid accident that could be solved if I just made one phone call.But hours bled into days. And days bled into a week.Time didn’t exist in this room. Not really. There was no clock, no sunlight to chase

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  • CALAVERA: The Mafia’s Caged Bride    Chapter 12

    ~CÉSAR’S POV~She looked small in that bed. Too small for the noise she had made earlier, the screams that had carved themselves into my chest like music. Now she lay still, bandage wrapped tight around her foot, lips bruised and swollen from my mouth.I liked her like this. Shaken. Reduced. Breat

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  • CALAVERA: The Mafia’s Caged Bride    Chapter 9

    ~ANYA POV~The sound of metal woke me. A soft clink. Silver brushing silver. Before the sun even broke through the curtains.I didn’t move. I lay flat, spine pressed into the mattress, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Listening. The rustle of fabric. The faint scrape of porcelain. Utensils, steady and de

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