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Chapter 38

Penulis: Hewrite
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~CESAR POV~

The night is quiet. The city lights fade behind me as I drive through the long stretch of road that leads home.

The car hums under my hands like a beast tamed only by me. My right hand rests on her thigh, warm, soft, fragile. My Little Siren is still unconscious, her head turned slightly to the side, her lips parted. She looks peaceful. Too peaceful for someone who just escaped death.

I glance at her again.

Her eyelashes flutter every now and then. She's dreaming I guessed. Maybe of me. Maybe of freedom. Either way, she's mine, and that's all that matters.

The phone beside me rings. The name flashing on the screen is Iñigo. My second in command. I pick up the call.

"Talk," I say, my voice low, calm, dangerous.

"We found one of the cars, they were back-ups that were coming to kill you but the others disappeared. They were dressed like soldiers, but they weren't military," Iñigo says, his voice sharp and clipped. "We're checking the plates."

My hand tightens around the steer
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    THE CLAIM~ANYA POV~The door clicked shut, cutting off the noise of the party downstairs.The silence in the bedroom was sudden and deep. It rang in my ears. I stood in the middle of the room, breathing hard, the black silk dress feeling more like a heavy blanket than clothing.César didn't say a word. He walked over to the side table and poured a glass of amber liquid. He drank it in one long swallow, his throat moving. He looked calm. He looked like a man who hadn't just threatened to murder my entire family five minutes ago.He set the glass down with a sharp clink."You look tense, Anya," he said, not turning around. "The deal is done. Your father is safe. Your brother is safe. You should be... grateful.""I am," I forced out. The words felt like a rock in my throat.He turned then. His eyes weren't cold; They looked ready to attack. He walked towards me smoothly and seemed threatening."Prove it," he said, his voice dropping to a private threat. "But first, you need to understan

  • CALAVERA: The Mafia’s Caged Bride    105

    THE REUNION~ANYA POV~César's hand felt heavy on my lower back as he guided us toward the head tableMy father was walking beside me, but he looked as if he were in a trance. He kept glancing from the armed guards to the silk tablecloths, his face pale and clammy. He smelled like sawdust and Old Spice...a scent of home that made my chest ache....but the man wearing it felt like a stranger. He was terrified.We reached the table. It was a nightmare arrangement: César in the middle, me on his right, my dad on his left. We were on display for the three hundred guests watching our every move."Sit," César said pleasantly, pulling out my chair.I sat. My father sank into the chair next to me, his movements stiff."So, Marcel," César said, pouring vintage wine into my father's glass as if they were old friends. "How was the flight?"My dad stared at the wine swirling in the crystal glass. He looked like he wanted to throw it in César's face. His hands were clenched into fists on his lap, t

  • CALAVERA: The Mafia’s Caged Bride    104

    THE GUEST OF HONOR~ANYA POV~The mirror didn't show a bride-to-be. It showed a car crash victim in a ballgown.I stared at my reflection. The dress César had picked out was stunning...a deep, midnight-blue silk that hugged every curve and pooled on the floor like liquid ink. It was backless, sleeveless, and cost more than my parents' house.But I couldn't look at the dress. I could only look at my head.A thick, stark white bandage was wrapped around my forehead, covering the gash where César had smashed my skull against the yacht railing."It looks ugly," I whispered, my fingers hovering over the gauze. "Everyone is going to stare."César stood behind me, adjusting his cufflinks. He looked impeccable in a tuxedo, the picture of the grieving, supportive fiancé. He met my eyes in the glass."Let them stare," he said calmly.He reached into a small velvet box on the vanity. He pulled out a brooch. It was shaped like a flower, made of diamonds and sapphires. He didn't pin it to my dress

  • CALAVERA: The Mafia’s Caged Bride    103

    THE DROWNING~ANYA POV~The yacht wasn't just a boat. It was a floating palace, glowing white against the black water of the harbor.It was beautiful, in the way a sharp knife is beautiful. I stood on the dock, staring at the gold letters painted across the hull.'THE ESMERALDA.' My middle name.My stomach turned over. It wasn't a romantic move. It was a brand. He'd named a multi-million dollar vessel after me like he was tagging cattle. It was his way of telling the ocean, the sky, and everyone in Spain that he owned me."Do you like it?" César asked. He was standing right behind me, his chest brushing my back. His hand rested heavy on the nape of my neck, fingers toying with the baby hairs there."It's... a lot," I whispered."It's yours," he said.He guided me up the ramp. I didn't want to go. My feet felt like lead. Every step away from the solid ground felt like a mistake, but his grip on my neck was firm. Not painful, just... present. A reminder.We had dinner on the upper deck.

  • CALAVERA: The Mafia’s Caged Bride    102

    THE DEVIL'S MOTHER~ANYA POV~I wake up to silence.The room is bright, clean, and terrifyingly empty. César is gone. The space in the bed beside me is cold, meaning he left hours ago. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.A maid brings breakfast on a silver tray. She keeps her head down, placing the coffee and croissants on the table like she is feeding a tiger in a cage. She doesn't look at me. No one looks at me. I am the thing that belongs to the master, and looking might get them killed.I eat because I have to. The baby demands it.By noon, I am wandering the garden. I need air. I need to not smell César's cologne for five minutes."Anya, querida!"I freeze.Lucrecia Navarro is sitting under a white umbrella, sipping iced tea. She looks perfect. Elegant. Like a queen holding court. She waves me over."Sit," she says, patting the iron chair beside her. "You look pale. Are you eating enough?"I sit. My legs are shaking. "Yes, Mrs. Navarro. I'm fine.""Call me Lucrecia,"

  • CALAVERA: The Mafia’s Caged Bride    101

    ~ANYA POV~The yellow dress César chose is bright. Too bright.It makes me look like a canary. A beacon. As we walk across the manicured lawn toward the cliffs, I realize that is exactly the point. He wants me to be seen.The Spanish sun is high and hot, beating down on my shoulders, but César is cool as ice beside me. His hand is a heavy weight on the small of my back, steering me, pushing me toward the edge of the property where the land drops off into the sea.We stop at a spot where a blanket has already been laid out. There is a basket. A bottle of wine. It looks like a scene from a romance movie.But then I look at the tree line.It is about three hundred yards away. A dense brushwood of pines and scrub brush. It looks empty to the naked eye. But I know he is there.Diego.My heart gives a painful, lurching thud. My twin brother is out there, looking through a scope, sweating in the heat, waiting for a chance to save me."He's watching," César whispers, his lips brushing my ear.

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