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Chapter 127

Author: Nyct
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-31 19:56:51

Aryn

My hands shook as I reached for the chains. The cold iron bit into my skin, leaving smudges of rust across my fingers, but I didn’t care. I had to get them free. Marcus hung limply, his head slumped forward, his breath shallow but still there. That little rise and fall of his chest was the only thing that kept me steady in that moment.

“Hold on,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure if he could even hear me. My voice cracked, rough with all the fear I had been swallowing since the second I saw them tied up here like animals.

The lock was old, thick, and cruel. My dagger scraped against it, sparks flickering in the dim light of the room. Every sound echoed like a scream. I pressed harder, biting down on the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood.

Finally, with a sharp click, the lock snapped. The heavy chains slid down, clattering against the stone floor. Marcus’s body sagged forward, too weak to stand. I caught him with both arms, stumbling a little under his weight, but I refused
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  • The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride   Chapter 133

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  • The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride   Chapter 132

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  • The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride   Chapter 131

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  • The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride   Chapter 129

    ArynThe girl’s whimpers echoed against the walls as I dragged her broken body down the corridor. Her blood smeared across the tiles like a trail, marking where we’d been. Her nails scraped uselessly at my wrist, leaving red lines on my skin, but I didn’t loosen my grip. Not even a little.“Liam!” I shouted, my voice carrying through the hollow hall.His boots hit the ground a moment later, fast and heavy. He appeared at the end of the corridor, breath ragged, eyes wide. He froze when he saw me—saw the mess of blood, the girl’s ruined face, my fury carved into every line of my expression.“What the fuck happened—”“No time.” My words cut like a blade. “Get Marcus. Get that old man. Get them the fuck out of here.”His jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. He knew me well enough by now. When my voice dropped that low, it wasn’t a request. It was an order.“And you?” he asked, eyes narrowing.“I’m going after Brandon. Don't trust Enzo, I have a feeling there is something about this that he

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