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The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride Chapter 18
ArynI was still staring at the painting.when the door creaked open.My breath caught.Heart hammering in my chest, I darted behind one of the stone columns near the edge of the hidden bath chamber. The steam rising from the water did little to blur the massive space, and I barely had enough cover. My back pressed against the cold surface, I held my breath as I peeked out just slightly.Lorenzo walked in.He didn’t hesitate. His hands were already unbuttoning his shirt, muscles shifting smoothly beneath olive skin. His arm—tattooed with dark, winding lines and symbols I couldn’t make out from here—moved with deliberate grace. He didn’t look like a man who rushed anything. He took his time.I should’ve looked away.But I didn’t.He slid into the bath, water rippling around him as he leaned back. The steam clung to him like a second skin, beads of water trailing down the curve of his chest. I swallowed hard, confused and ashamed at the way my body responded. What is wrong with me? After
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ArynI changed my mind.Whatever plan Liam had for me—get close to Lorenzo, lure him in, maybe soften him enough to bend—I was done with it. Over. Canceled. Because being near that man was like playing chicken with a speeding train while strapped to the tracks. Dangerous. Reckless. Stupid.He wasn’t just a threat to my body. He was a fucking disaster to my mind.I couldn’t think straight around him. Couldn’t breathe properly. My brain short-circuited every time he looked at me, talked to me, touched me. The worst part? He knew. He saw through every little reaction and stored it like ammo for later. He was the kind of man who’d kiss you just to watch you fall apart—and laugh while doing it.And I wasn’t going to be one of those girls. Not again.So I pulled myself together after the bath incident, ditched the soaked clothes, and dried off in the servant’s quarters like some damn ghost. I didn’t speak to anyone. Didn’t want to. My thoughts were a mess, my emotions scrambled, and I neede
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Chapter one ArynI pushed open the door to Brandon’s apartment, the sound of my pumps clicking softly against the polished marble floor. I thought about the look of surprise on his face when he saw my gift, and I smiled. Tonight, I was finally going to let him make love to me. I blushed at the idea. O was well prepared too. I thought hard about what I could get him since he had everything. Then I remembered him complaining about a keychain his mother had bought for him being broken. It was customized and hard to get, but I worked a number of part-time jobs and finally got it for him. "Brandon! I'm home," I called, expecting him to come out of his room. Maybe he was sleeping. As I moved closer, I heard a woman’s laughter. And it sounded familiar. I have heard stories like this. So I walked faster hoping that it wasn't what I was thinking. I froze in the doorway of his bedroom. Moans echoed out and they hadn't even had the decency to close the doors. Brandon was thrusting into her w
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Chapter TwoArynI slammed my apartment door shut behind me, the sound echoing through the small space. My chest heaved as fresh tears spilled down my cheeks. I didn’t even bother to take off my shoes or jacket as I sank to the floor, burying my face in my hands.Lily, my best friend and roommate, popped her head out of the kitchen, her brows furrowing as she took in my disheveled state. “Oh no. What happened? Did Brandon—” “He cheated on me,” I sobbed, my voice muffled. “With his *cousin*. In his bed. I saw everything, Lily!” Her gasp echoed through the room as she darted toward me, kneeling at my side and pulling me into a tight hug. “That slimy son of a bitch,” she muttered, stroking my hair. “I never liked him. Not once. He had bad taste in clothes, Aryn. Never date a man with poor taste in clothes." I let out a watery laugh, shaking my head. “Why didn’t you say anything?” “I did,” she said, pulling back to look me in the eye. “But you were so smitten, I didn’t want to bur
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Chapter threeArynThe room was spinning, its bright lights shone in my eyes as I gripped the lace tightly, standing naked under the lace. The auctioneer’s voice was loud over the speakers, smooth and practiced, as if he had been doing this for years with no guilt of selling a fellow human being. “Gentlemen, feast your eyes. A fiery one, this. Hair as bright as a flame and spirit to match. She’ll fight, but isn’t that part of the fun?” I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I tried to suppress the wave of panic threatening to drown me. The thin green dress they’d forced me into barely covered my body, leaving me exposed to the cold air and the predatory eyes of the men seated in the shadows. “Let’s start the bidding at five hundred thousand dollars,” the auctioneer announced. Murmurs rippled through the crowd, followed by sharp voices calling out numbers. My chest tightened with each bid. I wanted to scream, to run, but my legs felt like they were made of lead.
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Chapter four ArynThe door swung open as two guards grabbed me from the floor. The bright morning sun shine into my eyes as they pulled me out of the room and I squinted my eyes shut. I was tossed to the hands of a woman and one of the guards told her to clean me up nicely because boss wanted me. She nodded and took me to a room. Unlike the auction house, I was bathed with warm fragrant water and dressed in a very skimpy black silk lingerie. The woman looked at me with a pitying gaze before taking me out of the room. The guards leered at me and dragged me again and this time I tried to fight. I snatched my hands from their grip and tried to run but I didn't take two steps before they caught me and one of them swung me over his shoulders."No, no! Please let me go." I screamed but they just laughed as one of them put a disgusting slimy hand on my bare butt. Suddenly I was dropped down to the ground and the door slammed shut behind me, making me jump. My wrists ached from the guards’
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Chapter Five*Aryn* I woke to find myself sprawled out on the bed, the silk robe tangled around my legs, leaving far too much skin exposed. The cool air brushed against my bare thighs, and I bolted upright, panic tightening in my chest. What the.....The events of the night before crashed over me like a tidal wave, and I shivered despite the warmth of the room. I quickly pulled the robe tighter around me, my heart pounding as the door swung open without warning. He stepped in. The man who had turned my life upside down in the span of a single night. Tall, devastatingly handsome, and exuding an authority that made the air in the room feel heavier. His golden eyes locked onto me, glinting with something I didn't want to understand. “If I wanted to have my way with you,” he said, his voice as smooth as silk and twice as deadly, “I would have. You were sprawled out like a fucking offering.” Heat rushed to my face, and I scrambled to cover myself more thoroughly, trying to move
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Aryn I heard footsteps. Panic slammed into me. I dropped the phone onto the receiver, heart pounding as I whispered, “Don't call this number again.” Then I hung up, just as the door creaked open. Shit. I barely had time to drop the phone back onto the receiver before the door swung open. My heart pounded as I turned, forcing my expression into one of startled innocence. The same woman who had dressed me the night before stepped into the room, her sharp gaze sweeping over me. “Get up,” she said briskly. “You’re going to work.” I blinked. “W-Work?” She didn’t bother explaining. Just crossed her arms and gave me a look that said she had no time for questions. I wanted to tell her to go to hell. I wanted to demand why the fuck I was expected to work when I wasn’t here by choice. But I bit my tongue and widened my eyes instead, letting confusion show on my face. That was what they wanted, right? A meek, obedient girl? The woman sighed impatiently. “You need to earn
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ArynI changed my mind.Whatever plan Liam had for me—get close to Lorenzo, lure him in, maybe soften him enough to bend—I was done with it. Over. Canceled. Because being near that man was like playing chicken with a speeding train while strapped to the tracks. Dangerous. Reckless. Stupid.He wasn’t just a threat to my body. He was a fucking disaster to my mind.I couldn’t think straight around him. Couldn’t breathe properly. My brain short-circuited every time he looked at me, talked to me, touched me. The worst part? He knew. He saw through every little reaction and stored it like ammo for later. He was the kind of man who’d kiss you just to watch you fall apart—and laugh while doing it.And I wasn’t going to be one of those girls. Not again.So I pulled myself together after the bath incident, ditched the soaked clothes, and dried off in the servant’s quarters like some damn ghost. I didn’t speak to anyone. Didn’t want to. My thoughts were a mess, my emotions scrambled, and I neede
The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride Chapter 18
ArynI was still staring at the painting.when the door creaked open.My breath caught.Heart hammering in my chest, I darted behind one of the stone columns near the edge of the hidden bath chamber. The steam rising from the water did little to blur the massive space, and I barely had enough cover. My back pressed against the cold surface, I held my breath as I peeked out just slightly.Lorenzo walked in.He didn’t hesitate. His hands were already unbuttoning his shirt, muscles shifting smoothly beneath olive skin. His arm—tattooed with dark, winding lines and symbols I couldn’t make out from here—moved with deliberate grace. He didn’t look like a man who rushed anything. He took his time.I should’ve looked away.But I didn’t.He slid into the bath, water rippling around him as he leaned back. The steam clung to him like a second skin, beads of water trailing down the curve of his chest. I swallowed hard, confused and ashamed at the way my body responded. What is wrong with me? After
The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride Chapter 17
ArynI felt dirty.Not just on my skin, but deep inside where no soap could ever reach. There were bruises on my neck, red blotches down my chest, blood between my thighs—and I hadn’t even had sex with him.Lorenzo.The name itself made me feel sick.He kissed me like he owned me. Touched me like I was some object. Like I didn’t have a say. And the worst part?My body fucking responded.I didn’t understand it. I hated him. Every fucking inch of him. His cold stare, his filthy mouth, the way he looked down on me like I was less than nothing. And yet… when he kissed me, when his hands gripped my waist, something in me melted. Something primal. Something I didn’t want to admit existed.But now… sitting up in this massive bed, with blood staining the white sheets, shame punched me in the chest.What the hell was wrong with me?There was a knock on the door. Before I could even cover myself properly, the door opened and two maids stepped in. They froze.Their eyes darted to the mess on the
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LorenzoShe tasted good. So fucking goodSweet and delicate, like ripe cherries dipped in wine. My tongue chased hers with a hunger that had nothing to do with lust and everything to do with control. Her body trembled under mine, and the moment she moaned—soft, helpless, almost reverent—I nearly forgot what the fuck I was here to do.Her fingers clutched at my shoulders, pulling me closer, and her hips bucked as if her body couldn’t get enough of mine. I smirked against her lips. The scared little maid who once flinched at my footsteps was now arching beneath me like she was made for it.But I couldn’t lose focus.No matter how tight her legs wrapped around my waist, no matter how good she felt or how soft her skin was—I had a job to finish.Evidence.This was about planting evidence.My mouth left hers, and I kissed my way down her throat, nipping just beneath her jaw. She whimpered.“S-sir…” she gasped.Fuck, that voice. Shaky and breathless like she couldn’t believe what was happen
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ArynI couldn’t describe the way I was feeling—not with words, not with coherent thoughts. Everything was spinning—warm, fuzzy, confusing as hell—but the one thing I could remember, clearly, vividly, was the kiss.God, the way it felt.Soft but commanding. Like a question and an answer wrapped into one moment. Like I’d been waiting for it my whole damn life without knowing. My lips had moved on their own, chasing his, greedy for more, like some part of me knew he wouldn’t give it again easily.And I’d been right.Because he stopped.Just like that.I remembered protesting—barely—grabbing at his shirt, trying to pull him closer. I didn’t want him to stop. My body had burned for him, a heat coiling in my stomach and spilling down between my legs. It was reckless and stupid and probably the brandy talking, but I didn’t give a shit. Not in that moment.But then it happened.A sharp pain. Sudden. Cutting. Somewhere in my chest or maybe my head—I couldn’t even tell. I gasped, maybe I called
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LorenzoShe downed another cup of brandy like it was water—except water didn’t make people wince like that. Her face twisted in the kind of expression you’d expect from a child swallowing cough syrup. Definitely her first time drinking something that strong. She didn’t even try to hide her grimace, just reached for another glass with a determination that was almost admirable. Almost.I leaned back in my chair, swirling my own brandy slowly, letting the amber liquid catch the flickering chandelier light. Her hands trembled slightly as she tipped the next cup into her mouth. Brandy spilled over the rim and trailed down her chin, soaking into the expensive lace of the dress my tailor had slaved over for weeks. I could tell she was trying to get drunk enough to blur out the night, probably terrified that I’d fuck her just because we were now husband and wife.She didn’t know me yet. I wasn’t going to sleep with her. Not tonight. Not ever, if I could help it.Because she wasn’t *her*.The
The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride Chapter 13
ArynThey had dressed me like a princess on death row.The gown was exquisite—hand-stitched lace bodice, cinched waist, and a train that trailed behind like a river of white silk. Pearls had been sewn into the sleeves, glinting every time I moved, as if trying to distract from the fact that I was walking into a cage. My shoes were satin. My veil was cathedral-length and heavy, like everything else about this day.But beneath it all, I was shaking.Not visibly. Not in a way that anyone could easily point to. But inside, I was coming apart at the seams.The doors opened, and the sound of the violin flooded in—a haunting rendition of Ave Maria that sounded more like a funeral dirge than a bridal march. A chill ran through me as I looked out over the room.It was vast. Over-the-top. The kind of luxury that whispered of blood money and generations of power that had never known rules. Gold-trimmed walls. Crystal chandeliers. A marble aisle polished so thoroughly it reflected every step like
The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride Chapter 12
ArynIt was the morning of my wedding, and I didn’t feel like a bride.I hadn’t slept much. My head throbbed, my stomach was twisted in knots, and the skin around my wrists still burned where Lorenzo had pinned me. I didn’t cry. I couldn’t afford to. I just sat on the edge of the bed, silent and cold, while the world outside prepared for a day that felt more like an execution than a celebration.Then they came for me.The maids.Three of them barged into my room like I was some prized show pony who needed grooming before a parade. I barely had time to stand before they were tugging at my robe and chattering about how I needed to be perfect. Perfect for him.“Hands up,” one barked, and I obeyed like a damn puppet.My robe slid to the floor. The cold air hit my skin, and goosebumps raced across my body. I stood there, naked, vulnerable, while they bathed me with scented water and scrubbed my skin like they were trying to erase the parts of me that weren’t fit to be his bride.They waxed
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LorenzoThe room was quiet. My men sat around the long table, their faces tense as we discussed numbers. Money was flowing like it should—clean enough to stay hidden, dirty enough to remind us who we were. The laundering operation through the casinos and the fake construction firm was solid, and everyone knew the consequences if it ever got sloppy.“We need to move more through Miami,” I said, eyes on Marco. “The heat’s less there.”He nodded quickly, scribbling something in a notebook. My eyes scanned the rest of them. None of them dared to look bored or tired. They knew better.Then Riccardo opened his mouth, and I already regretted inviting him to this table.“I heard you’re marrying the maid,” he said casually, pretending to be joking. “There are untouched daughters from respectable families—girls who could strengthen our alliance with the Gambino family. You don’t need to tie yourself to a servant girl.”The room went dead silent.I leaned back in my chair, fingers drumming again
