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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVE

Penulis: Iris Brown
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Lyla's POV

The blanket smelled faintly of strawberries and smoke. For a moment I let the small, ordinary things keep me. It was a strange, fragile comfort, the kind that settles on you for one breath before everything else rushes back.

The rush came without warning.

Memory hit like cold water. Not the green eyes I’d been holding like a shape in my head for weeks, but the hands, the small mechanical cruelty of them the instruments lined up like tools for a job. Leilani’s face wasn’t pretty in my mind the way people sometimes romanticize monsters. It was sharpened down to function ,efficient, clinical, the pleasure gone narrow and focused. She had a way of looking at someone that made you feel catalogued, like an animal at a vet. She watched the damage she was doing and took notes in a head full of calm.

I folded forward and pressed my forehead into my knees until the world blurred. My hands shook so hard I could feel the skin on my palms ripple. The house had been a mockery of peace
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  • The Captured Mafia Bride   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVE

    Lyla's POV The blanket smelled faintly of strawberries and smoke. For a moment I let the small, ordinary things keep me. It was a strange, fragile comfort, the kind that settles on you for one breath before everything else rushes back.The rush came without warning.Memory hit like cold water. Not the green eyes I’d been holding like a shape in my head for weeks, but the hands, the small mechanical cruelty of them the instruments lined up like tools for a job. Leilani’s face wasn’t pretty in my mind the way people sometimes romanticize monsters. It was sharpened down to function ,efficient, clinical, the pleasure gone narrow and focused. She had a way of looking at someone that made you feel catalogued, like an animal at a vet. She watched the damage she was doing and took notes in a head full of calm.I folded forward and pressed my forehead into my knees until the world blurred. My hands shook so hard I could feel the skin on my palms ripple. The house had been a mockery of peace

  • The Captured Mafia Bride   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-FOUR

    I stormed out of Lyla’s room before I could choke on the weight of my own guilt. My hands were shaking, fists clenched so tightly that my knuckles hurt, and my chest was a furnace of rage. The look in her eyes, how much disgust, betrayal, unflinching anger was burned into my skull. I had tried to explain, to justify, to make her understand that I hadn’t meant for anything to happen, and yet, I had failed. Catastrophically.“Damn it!” I roared, my voice bouncing off the walls of the hallway as I stormed past, my boots echoing on the hardwood. I didn’t care if anyone heard me. I didn’t care if anyone followed.But of course, they did.Xiomar and Emilio appeared at the top of the stairs, alarm written across their faces. “Achilles, what happened?” Xiomar started, but I cut him off with a sharp wave of my hand.“Don’t speak,” I snapped. “Not now. You don’t understand.”Emilio’s growl was low, predatory, like a warning. “Try me,” he muttered. “I’m listening. Go.”I paced back and forth, tr

  • The Captured Mafia Bride   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-TWO

    The first thing I noticed was the warmth. Not the sunlight there wasn’t much of that in this safe house yet but the steady, solid heat of a body curled around mine. I stirred slowly, my limbs heavy but grounded, and opened my eyes just enough to make out the shape next to me.Achilles.His arm was draped across my torso, careful, almost protective. I blinked against the dim morning light, still groggy from the remnants of last night’s pills, but there was clarity too, a clarity that came from surviving the worst of my withdrawal. My body no longer shook violently, the nausea had dulled to a low ache, and I could finally feel my heartbeat slow to a normal rhythm.I turned my head slightly, meeting his green eyes as he stirred beside me. There was a softness there I hadn’t seen in a long time. His face wasn’t the mask of anger or control I had grown used to; it was vulnerable, cautious. Concern laced his features, but there was also a hesitation, as if he didn’t know if he should speak

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    Xiomar’s POVI stepped out onto the balcony, the chill hitting my skin like a slap. My hands shook slightly, not from the cold but from the heaviness still sitting in my chest. Lyla’s withdrawal earlier had been the worst one yet — the shaking, the panic, the look in her eyes when she whispered that she just wanted to end it. I’d never felt so helpless in my life, and for once, all my plans, all my control, had meant nothing.I pulled a cigarette from the pack, fingers fumbling slightly, and lit it, the first draw burning my throat but grounding me just enough to feel solid in my body. I exhaled slowly, the smoke curling into the night air, carrying away a fraction of the tension that had been crushing me.“I didn’t know it would hit her that hard,” I muttered under my breath, though the words were mostly for myself.Footsteps behind me made me tense, and I glanced over my shoulder. Sienna. She moved silently, stopping a foot away. She held herself rigid, like a soldier standing at at

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