“I was kidnapped on my wedding day!” After she thought that she could escape her life back in Italy as the daughter of a powerful mafia Boss, she was happy to finally marry her high school sweetheart. However, before she could walk down the aisle, she was kidnapped and brought back to Italy, where she was forced to marry a dangerous Mexican mafia boss in an arranged marriage orchestrated by her father for his own selfish reasons. With no choice but to marry Salvador, a ruthless and sadistic Mexican mafia boss who was twice her age, Marcella finds herself in a desperate situation. On the night of their wedding, Salvador tries to get intimate, but Marcella refuses. In a fit of rage, he assaults her, forcing himself upon her. In an act of self-defense, Marcella ends up killing him. As the news of Marcella's killing of the mafia boss spread, she was forced to run for her life, with his gangs in hot pursuit. With nowhere to hide and a kill warrant issued for her in the entire mafia world, she ran into the arms of Antonio, a Russian mafia boss known as a Bratva. He offered to help and protect her, but only under the condition that she sign a contract to be his mistress. With the knowledge that her life was in danger after killing a powerful man, Marcella knew her options were limited. What does Antonio truly want from her? Will he bite? "You are mine now, Marcella. Daddy's Good Girl"
Lihat lebih banyakI knew I looked beautiful; I could feel the heavy make up on my face as I struggled to hold back the drop of tear that had been meaning to fall. As I stood in-front of Michael and the priest, I eagerly scanned the nearly empty room, my heart pounding loudly in my chest, hoping secretly that my parents or at least my brother would be present on my wedding day. I could feel Michael’s heavy gaze on me as my feet grew colder.
I tried to clear my throat to get rid of the huge lump I could feel forming from disappointment and then opened my mouth to answer the priest’s question, but before I could form any words, the huge gates of the church flung open and about seven heavily armed men barged into the room.
“Everybody down” One of them ordered.
I went down immediately with Michael hovering over me to form a protective shield. The priest hid behind the pulpit and the few people in the auditorium mostly from Michael’s family and friends group quickly hid under their chairs. I could hear silent cries of fear across the room.
One of the men came behind me and grabbed me by the arm. “Up” He commands.
I couldn’t see his face or that of any of his counterparts as they all wore some kind of mask that covered their entire face leaving only their eyes visible.
“I said get up now” he commanded again, this time at the top of his voice jerking me off the ground and out of Michael’s arms.
I heard a whimper somewhere in the congregation as I was roughly pulled up.
“Everybody stay calm and no one gets hurt” One other masked guy shouted from one corner of the room.
I started walking towards the direction my captor propelled me. The tear that had been threatening to fall finally rolling down my cheeks. Why is this happening on my special day? I thought to myself.
“Marcella!” Michael cried out helplessly.
“Shut the fuck up” my captor said hitting my fiancé with the back of his gun.
I turned in an attempt to rush to him but the man quickly swept me off the ground and threw me easily over his shoulders.
I started screaming at the top of my voice using up all the air in my lungs. I flapped my feet aggressively kicking the man repeatedly.
“Stop it” he ordered but I wouldn’t listen, I kept moving aggressively to free myself from his grip hitting his back as hard as I could while still throwing my feet.
One other man suddenly comes up behind the man that was carrying me, causing me to raise my head to look at him just before I felt the hard knock from the end of his pistol hit my face.
“Why the fuck did you hit her?”
I heard someone query as I drifted into unconsciousness.
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I could hear gentle sobs and also feel someone stroking my arms. It felt nice, a smile formed on my face as I awoke into reality.
My vision was still quiet blur and I rubbed both eyes with the back of my hand causing a female figure to form right in-front of me. She sat at the edge of the bed wiping her tears quickly and beaming with a smile.
“Mom?” I called as my vision cleared fully. She smiled weakly and blew her nose.
“I told you she would be fine” came a familiar voice.
I turned my head to that direction “Dad?” I jerked off the bed with a start. “What is going on here? Where am I and what are you doing here?” I asked all at once
“You’re home my love” My mom managed to say. I looked around, finally taking in the environment and embracing the familiarity of my own room.
“I’m in Italy?” I shouted at no one In particular.
Mom nodded as dad wheeled his chair closer to the bed and attempted to grab my arm.
“Don’t touch me” I said with a frown, causing dads arm to freeze mid-air.
“Now, can someone please tell me this is a dream? What’s going on here?” I continued, looking at my parents in anticipation.
“Sweetie, calm down please” my mom urged.
“I will not be calm till somebody tells me what the hell I’m doing fourteen hours away from my wedding venue” I kept screaming and at this point my throat had already become dry and sore, and as if she could tell, mom handed me a glass of water from the bedside table which I gulped quickly, then I sat at the edge of the bed near mom without necessarily looking at her.
“Can you say something to your daughter?” Mom asked dad worriedly, the wrinkles on her face becoming more eminent. She wore make up but it didn’t do a good job at hiding the fact that she is aging gradually. The thought sent shivers down my spine, I shock it off instantly and turned to dad for some explanation.
“What’s there to explain woman, your daughter is just stubborn, and we have talked about it severally. I have told you the importance of this alliance, he said to me. You must marry Alphonse Salvador and there’s nothing that is going to change that” He yelled slamming his fist against the wheelchair alerting me he was angry.
“Alphonse?” I asked ignoring his anger completely. “A man I don’t know? A man whose ruthlessness and sadistic traits precedes him? This must be some kind of a joke ha ha ha” I laughed mockingly.
“You must think of this family for once Marcella, every single person in this family has sacrificed one thing or the other all these years and this is the only time we demand something of you. He said, as if to appeal to my conscience but not losing the authoritativeness in his voice.
“You demand my happiness papa!” I exclaimed equally trying to appeal to his conscience. “You demand my soul and my entire joyful existence”. I sat at his feet, please don’t sell me off into marriage papa, I do not want to marry someone I don’t love” I cried.
But my father is not one to be moved by tears.
“My words are final! The wedding is set for next week Friday.” “Woman”, he turns to my mom, “Make sure your daughter is ready to be wed” and with that he wheeled his chair out of the room. I stretched out fully on the soft cozy carpet allowing it to soak my tears.
My life is over. I am doomed. I just wept.
MARCELLA’S POV“I brought you breakfast” Zak said as he stepped into the room. I turned briefly to acknowledge his presence then brought my attention back to the window where I had been siting for the last three or four hours watching the sun rise.“it’s a really bright day” he added then set the tray on the bed beside me and walked to the other side of the window. “You know starving yourself wouldn’t change anything right?” he asked in a tone that made me even more determined to continue my hunger strike.I was weak, I was dizzy and I was hungry but I was equally too stubborn to accept the reality, me starving myself for three days has yielded no results. At each meal time, Zak would bring a plate to my room, I watched each plate with wet appetite determined not to break my fast.I shifted on the bed in a painfully slow manner, every muscle ached and every bone had become stiff. My ankle was sore from the un-relieving pressure of the chains around it, a few blisters hard formed from
MARCELLA’S POVA throbbing headache woke me up, I shifted uneasily on the bed and tried to get up, that was when I realized the shackles on my feet. I tagged desperately on the chains that held me bound, but it fitted tightly around my ankle and the other end secured to the foot end of the bed. There was no escape, I slapped my forehead in frustration knowing I was stuck here, my family wouldn’t come to my rescue, no, not in the face of countless threats from Salvador and Zak. Through the window, I could see the dark skies, no stars, no moon, just pitch-black sky, there was no hope, I was stuck here with Salvador.I coiled back into the bed, tears immediately soaked the pillow, Salvador knew I wouldn’t survive if I tried to escape, yet he had to do the extra by keeping me bound. I had accepted my fate, knowing I was in this alone, this time not even Antonio would be able to find me.I wondered if he was back in Italy, if he knew what had happened, would he even bother looking for me
ANTONIO'S POVWe spent the rest of the day searching the house for any clues Alberta may have left behind to guide our search. Aside the dusty surfaces, the house looked well arranged, she seemed to have taken her time to clean up and put things in order before leaving. This also threatens to prove Alvarez’s theory that, Alberta left on her own accord and was indeed determined not to be found.I stepped into Alberta’s room hoping to find any clues of her whereabouts but the empty room only made my heart sink with disappointment. I walked around the empty room for a while before accepting the reality and stepping out. The guest room where mother occupied now was to the left of Albertas room. The door was slightly ajar and I spotted mom sleeping soundly. I tiptoed into the room and gave her a goodnight kiss before adjusting the duvet over her shoulders. She looked tired and deserved the rest, so I sneaked back out making sure not to wake up.“Bratva” Alvarez called just as I stepped out
ANTONIO'S POVIt was raining heavily when we arrived in Italy, it was the most uncomfortable and longest ride of my life. I was anxious, I was worried, we hadn’t heard from Alberta in days. The events that took place in Spain made me certain something could be wrong, Alberta’s sister suddenly disappeared, we couldn’t find Jessica and her best friend was also killed in the shootout at my Abuela’s burial. Something was definitely wrong and I couldn’t figure it out.The ride home was quite slow because of the rain, I held my mother’s hand tightly and was grateful she agreed to come with us back to Italy. I would never have forgiven myself if she had refused and I had to leave her behind. What if something happened to her? what if the men after me and Albertas family hurt her? There was nothing left for us back in Spain, fathers mafia was now totally useless, and I needed to keep my mother close to me so I can protect her.I will rebuild father’s mafia; I can’t just allow his legacy to be
MARCELLA’S POV I soon found my self seated at the back of Salvadors SUV. I felt I had been in this situation before a few months ago, except this time, in different cloths, my hair was a mess and I hadn’t showered in two days. The seat beside me dipped as Salvador occupied it, a serious expression on his face as he slammed the door shut. “Don’t fucking do that again!” He scolded immediately he sat in the car. I just scoffed and folded my arms across my chest.”and don’t do that either” he added as the car came to life and zoomed out of the compound. “…do what?” I chuckled with a shrug, then went ahead to fold my arms again. “…that, that right there. The attitude, I am your husband!” He growled. “I don’t acknowledge that, and I am never going to accept it” I replied. “Well, then I guess we will have to do this the hard way!” He said then instantly pinned me to the seat with his masculinity, he started wrapping a duct tape around my wrist, binding then together behind me. “
MARCELLA’S POV We had been sitting for a little over two hours, all eyes fixed on my father, who seemed unconcerned. Mother held unto his hand tightly with a pleading look, but father remained unbothered. He wasn’t going to drop his pride, he wasn’t going to let go of ego and confess to me. “El Russo, speak?” Salvador asked in a demanding way when it had become obvious father wasn’t going to talk. “Alright then, I will take my wife…” He added pulling me up by the arm. “…and leave” “I am not going anywhere with you Alphonse!” I protested, clinging tightly to my seat as Alphonse tried to pull me up. “You are only going to make things complicated for your family. You either come with me now or…” “Or what?…” I snapped back at Alphonse. “What would happen huh, tell me!” I yelled courageously even though every cell within my brain screamed fear. “I owe you nothing! What ever arrangements you have is between you and El Russo, leave me out of it” “You are only a part of the debts
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