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Author: Iris Brown
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Achilles POV

Xiomar and I had switched behind the wheel. I rested, claiming my eyes for a while but sleep did not come.

Who was still my ally?

All the calls I had made ended up cold. I had just one choice, a choice I did not want to make, one I made ten years ago and had never broken my promise.

"We're going to meet him."

Lyla is sleeping in the back. "Is there no o

Lyla's POV

achilles drove us into the abandoned parking lot. it was so quiet, but the air was cold and still. "Everyone out," he growled.

I jumped out of the back of the jeep, still feeling a bit sore. Emilio slid out behind me, and Aries came down afterwards.

"Where are we?"

I turned to Achilles. "Did you do it?"

He grunted. I guessed he was still angry but we did not have that luxury right now.

"Aries?"

The young girl scanned my face. "What is happening?"

I held her shoulders. "When I met you, I thought I would hate you. I hated everyone in there, and I was certain, it would apply to you too
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  • The Captured Mafia Bride   hudhhf

    Emilio’s POV Lyla’s head was on my lap. She was making cute baby noises, and I watched her sleep, stroking her hair. “We will be there soon,” Xiomar said from the front. He had taken over driving from Achilles after God knows how many miles, forcing my elder brother to rest. I peered outside. “Do you think we would be accepted?” Xiomar said nothing. Isaiah glanced up, looking at me. “Geez, I'm his son,” he hissed. “He can't hate me that much.” I narrowed my eyes at my cousin. “You told him we were coming right?” Isaiah looked away. “What does telling him mean exactly?” “Did you tell your father we were coming?” “Seeing you three betrayed him, and refused to return home, I did not,” Isaish shrugged. “I am sure he would not be so angry.” Holy fuck. “We are entering into enemy territory,” I hissed. “You did not tell your father that we were coming?” Achilles woke up. “What's going on?” “Isaiah lied,” I hissed. “No, I didn't,” he cried out. “I just left out a few t

  • The Captured Mafia Bride   xjdhbs

    Emilio’s POV Lyla’s head was on my lap. She was making cute baby noises, and I watched her sleep, stroking her hair. “We will be there soon,” Xiomar said from the front. He had taken over driving from Achilles after God knows how many miles, forcing my elder brother to rest. I peered outside. “Do you think we would be accepted?” Xiomar said nothing. Isaiah glanced up, looking at me. “Geez, I'm his son,” he hissed. “He can't hate me that much.” I narrowed my eyes at my cousin. “You told him we were coming right?” Isaiah looked away. “What does telling him mean exactly?” “Did you tell your father we were coming?” “Seeing you three betrayed him, and refused to return home, I did not,” Isaish shrugged. “I am sure he would not be so angry.” Holy fuck. “We are entering into enemy territory,” I hissed. “You did not tell your father that we were coming?” Achilles woke up. “What's going on?” “Isaiah lied,” I hissed. “No, I didn't,” he cried out. “I just left out a few things by omi

  • The Captured Mafia Bride   Sjehevh

    LYLA’S POV The man grabbed me by my forearm. “Follow me,” he hissed. I glanced back at my men. “Where will you take them?” “None of your business,” he hissed, dragging me into the large house. “But don't worry, I won't kill them. Not yet.” I swallowed. Emilio had called him his uncle, and Isaiah called him father. I thought he was an orphan. How come he— “Do you know who I am, young girl?” I shook my head. “No. They never spoke about you.” Isaiah trailed behind us. “There was a reason for that, Lyla,” he answered. “My father is—” “My son is dead,” the man hissed. “He died the day he ran away. I do not know you.” “Father, please,” he begged. “Get lost,” he said. “Before I shoot you.” I watched Isaiah slink away. “You should not scream at your child like that,” I said. The man glared at me. “We're going to my study.” I walked behind him. “Your house, it's beautiful.” It was almost as big as Christians. “Thank you,” he said. “I got it from my father, and he go

  • The Captured Mafia Bride   ghh

    LYLA’S POV The man grabbed me by my forearm. “Follow me,” he hissed. I glanced back at my men. “Where will you take them?” “None of your business,” he hissed, dragging me into the large house. “But don't worry, I won't kill them. Not yet.” I swallowed. Emilio had called him his uncle, and Isaiah called him father. I thought he was an orphan. How come he— “Do you know who I am, young girl?” I shook my head. “No. They never spoke about you.” Isaiah trailed behind us. “There was a reason for that, Lyla,” he answered. “My father is—” “My son is dead,” the man hissed. “He died the day he ran away. I do not know you.” “Father, please,” he begged. “Get lost,” he said. “Before I shoot you.” I watched Isaiah slink away. “You should not scream at your child like that,” I said. The man glared at me. “We're going to my study.” I walked behind him. “Your house, it's beautiful.” It was almost as big as Christians. “Thank you,” he said. “I got it from my father, and he go

  • The Captured Mafia Bride   bgcnh

    LYLA’S POV The man grabbed me by my forearm. “Follow me,” he hissed. I glanced back at my men. “Where will you take them?” “None of your business,” he hissed, dragging me into the large house. “But don't worry, I won't kill them. Not yet.” I swallowed. Emilio had called him his uncle, and Isaiah called him father. I thought he was an orphan. How come he— “Do you know who I am, young girl?” I shook my head. “No. They never spoke about you.” Isaiah trailed behind us. “There was a reason for that, Lyla,” he answered. “My father is—” “My son is dead,” the man hissed. “He died the day he ran away. I do not know you.” “Father, please,” he begged. “Get lost,” he said. “Before I shoot you.” I watched Isaiah slink away. “You should not scream at your child like that,” I said. The man glared at me. “We're going to my study.” I walked behind him. “Your house, it's beautiful.” It was almost as big as Christians. “Thank you,” he said. “I got it from my father, and he got it from my g

  • The Captured Mafia Bride   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY ONE

    LYLA’S POV​The man grabbed me by my forearm. “Follow me,” he hissed.​I glanced back at my men. “Where will you take them?”​“None of your business,” he hissed, dragging me into the large house. “But don't worry, I won't kill them. Not yet.”​I swallowed. Emilio had called him his uncle, and Isaiah called him father. I thought he was an orphan. How come he—​“Do you know who I am, young girl?”​I shook my head. “No. They never spoke about you.”​Isaiah trailed behind us. “There was a reason for that, Lyla,” he answered. “My father is—”​“My son is dead,” the man hissed. “He died the day he ran away. I do not know you.”​“Father, please,” he begged.​“Get lost,” he said. “Before I shoot you.”​I watched Isaiah slink away. “You should not scream at your child like that,” I said.​The man glared at me. “We're going to my study.”​I walked behind him. “Your house, it's beautiful.”​It was almost as big as Christians. “Thank you,” he said. “I got it from my father, and he go

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