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Chapter 08 (Part 02)

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I did not remove the collar that night.

The collar lay about my neck like a question. For months — maybe longer, maybe a handful of repeated evenings indistinguishable in their sequence — it had been both an ornament he liked and an object that signified possession in the terms he used. It was not choker-fashion pretty; it was precise, metal glinting against my throat in a way that made it difficult for other people to look away. I had worn it because he had asked, because it pleased him, because sometimes obedience is its own kind of currency. I had thought, before tonight, that I kept it as a bargaining chip. That it was an offering I could recall, a thing I could take back when I needed to declare my own borders. Tonight it felt less like a bargain and more like a question I could not answer.

I lay down on my side, facing the mirror. The mattress beneath me was too soft, the sheets too quiet. I could feel the indentation of my body like a record of a recent animal — the curve of my
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  • Mafia’s Virgin Bride   Chapter 08 (Part 02)

    I did not remove the collar that night.The collar lay about my neck like a question. For months — maybe longer, maybe a handful of repeated evenings indistinguishable in their sequence — it had been both an ornament he liked and an object that signified possession in the terms he used. It was not choker-fashion pretty; it was precise, metal glinting against my throat in a way that made it difficult for other people to look away. I had worn it because he had asked, because it pleased him, because sometimes obedience is its own kind of currency. I had thought, before tonight, that I kept it as a bargaining chip. That it was an offering I could recall, a thing I could take back when I needed to declare my own borders. Tonight it felt less like a bargain and more like a question I could not answer.I lay down on my side, facing the mirror. The mattress beneath me was too soft, the sheets too quiet. I could feel the indentation of my body like a record of a recent animal — the curve of my

  • Mafia’s Virgin Bride   Chapter 08

    His thumb dragged slowly across the inside of my wrist — not gentle. Not cruel. Just aware, as if he were reading my pulse like a paragraph and committing each sentence to memory. The room seemed to hold its breath. You could hear the padding of the carpet, faint and dampened under his shoes, the faint hum of the building’s air like an indifferent audience. But mostly there was the minute world that existed at the point where his thumb touched me: the heat of his skin, the pressure through my clavicle into my sternum, the tiny animal sound my throat made when I tried to swallow it down. “I wonder,” he said, voice low and casual and impossibly calm, “how far you’d let me go if I didn’t say a word.” The words were not a question. They were an experiment I had no right to refuse. My knees wanted to collapse. My other hand — the one that wasn’t flattened on the wall — curled itself into a fist without permission. I kept everything else still. The only motion I permitted myself was to w

  • Mafia’s Virgin Bride   Chapter 07 (Part 02)

    “I wasn’t—” I started, but the lie died in my throat before it could fully form. The words felt pathetic, inadequate. “I was just walking.”We both knew it wasn’t true. We both knew that whatever had brought me to this room, it hadn’t been innocent wandering.His head tilted slightly, the gesture almost predatory in its precision.“You were just walking. Into a sealed wing. Through a locked door.” He let that hang for a beat, each word dropping into the silence like stones into still water. “That’s not walking, Elena. That’s trespassing.”I shifted where I stood, suddenly hyperaware of my body, of how small I felt in this vast empty space. The hem of my robe brushed my knees, and I realized I was trembling — not from cold, but from something deeper. I suddenly felt exposed, ridiculous, like a child caught snooping through drawers she couldn’t name.“I didn’t take anything,” I said, the words coming out smaller than I’d intended. “I didn’t even touch it.”“Ah.” He stepped inside.One f

  • Mafia’s Virgin Bride   Chapter 07

    I didn’t mean to find it.Not at first.I was just walking — quiet, aimless loops through the same hallways. Trying to breathe. Trying to remind myself I still could.The collar was tight against my throat again, a little higher today. I’d put it on without thinking this morning, like muscle memory. The silk had become as natural as skin, as automatic as the rhythm of my pulse beneath it. Maybe obedience becomes automatic when fear wears a familiar face, when submission is measured in the precise placement of fabric against vulnerable flesh.The estate was mostly silent as usual. These afternoon hours stretched like pulled taffy, thick and endless, somewhere between the structured routines of morning and whatever darkness evening might deliver. Carpets muffled my steps — Persian runners worth more than most people’s cars — and the gold sconces along the walls cast everything in a soft, false glow — like the light didn’t want to admit what time of day it really was. Like even the illum

  • Mafia’s Virgin Bride   Chapter 06 (Part 02)

    I stood slowly and walked to the bed, the marble floor cold beneath my feet. Every step echoed softly in the quiet room, but the sound seemed muffled, absorbed by the heavy curtains and plush furniture.I turned to face the mirror.Tilted my head. Studied the reflection.Everything was perfect. Every object in its place. The walls with their subtle damask pattern, the polished floor that gleamed like black water, the edge of the Persian carpet with its intricate border…But not the door.The bedroom door — the one I’d just come through — wasn’t visible in the reflection.I took a step left, trying to find an angle where it would appear.Nothing.Step right.Still nothing.The mirror reflected the entire room in perfect detail except for the exact space where the door should be. It was as if that section of the room simply didn’t exist in the glass world.I walked to the door and stood directly in front of it, facing the mirror again. I raised my hand, waved at my reflection.I should

  • Mafia’s Virgin Bride   Chapter 06

    I found her in a velvet salon just off the west corridor, exactly where I wasn’t supposed to be.There hadn’t been a sign on the door. Just the low hum of jazz music, the clink of ice in a glass, and the faintest scent of perfume — sharp, expensive, deliberately predatory. The kind of fragrance that announced itself before its wearer entered a room, leaving traces like breadcrumbs for anyone foolish enough to follow.I should have kept walking.The marble floor beneath my bare feet had grown cold as I’d wandered deeper into this wing of the house, past oil paintings of stern-faced men in dark suits whose eyes seemed to track my movement. Past locked doors with brass nameplates I couldn’t read in the dim light. Past windows that showed nothing but manicured gardens stretching into darkness.I’d been exploring for nearly an hour, driven by restlessness and the suffocating weight of confinement. The robe clung to my skin like silk chains, and the diamond collar caught every sliver of moo

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