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ArynThe hallway outside my temporary prison wasn’t much brighter than the room I’d just been dying in. The lights above flickered with a sickly yellow color, buzzing faintly like they were protesting every second they had to stay alive—just like me.I kept my steps steady even though my legs were shaking like hell underneath me. Lorenzo walked ahead without looking back, but I could feel him watching. The tension between us was thick, like coiled wire stretched too tight, ready to snap with one wrong breath. Or a word.He hadn’t said a word since I followed him out.Not a threat. Not a taunt.Not even a glance.Which made me more uneasy than if he’d pulled a fucking gun.I knew silence like that—it was the kind of quiet that only ever came before a storm. And Lorenzo? He was the fucking hurricane that made it.We took two turns. Passed four doors. I counted. I always counted. Because I didn’t know when I’d get locked in again, and next time, I needed to be smarter. Next time, I wasn’
The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride Chapter 28
ArynThree days. Three fucking, shitty days.That’s how long it had been.Three days of silence, of being locked in this room, of eating next to nothing. A crust of bread. A single apple. A glass of water that tasted more like pity than mercy. Not enough to live on. Just enough to not die. Not yet.Lorenzo wasn’t starving me.He was testing me.Punishing me, or maybe both.And I could feel it. In my ribs poking through tighter skin, in the cold shivers that came even when the air was warm, in the way my thoughts started to come slower. My stomach twisted and cramped with each hour that passed. My mouth was dry even though I’d rationed the water. He wanted me to beg and wanted me to break till I did so he was pulling this silly stunt. Just enough food to stay alive. Just enough water to keep my lips from cracking. A small piece of dry bread on the first day. Half a bruised apple on the second. A glass of water on the third. That was it.This wasn’t a room anymore.It was a tomb in wait
The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride Chapter 27
ArynI Fucked UpThey say you know when you’ve made a mistake.That gut-deep, bone-cold realization.That moment where everything clicks—too late.Yeah.This was that moment.I fucked up.And I knew it the second I heard the door slam behind me.The second he tied my wrists, gagged my mouth, and looked me in the eyes like he didn’t recognize me anymore.No.Scratch that.He recognized me now.That was the problem.The guest room was quiet. Not peaceful—quiet like the inside of a coffin. Dead air. Dead space. Only my ragged breathing and the creak of the rope every time I twisted against it.He’d tied me to the goddamn bedpost like I was some wild animal. Hands bound behind my back, ankles tight together, gag pressed against my mouth like a final insult.I should’ve waited. Should’ve played a longer game. Should’ve not pulled a knife on Lorenzo fucking Vescari.But I let the rage drive me.I let Arya’s ghost steer.And now I was here.Tied up.Alone.Fucked.I took a breath.No use pan
The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride Chapter 26
LorenzoI’m a fucking idiot.No—scratch that.I’m 'the' fucking idiot.How the hell didn’t I see it? How the hell didn’t I 'know'?Aryn. Arya.Twin fucking sisters.It should’ve slapped me in the face from the moment I met her. Same eyes. Same goddamn mouth. Same nose, same fucking jawline. I chalked it up to coincidence—like a dumbass. Convinced myself I was just haunted. Seeing Arya where she wasn’t. Grief hallucinations. Whatever the fuck.But no. It was her 'sister'.The bitch played me. Lied. Stared me in the face, smiled like she didn’t know who I was—like she hadn’t come straight into my house with a plan.Goddamn it.I dropped into the armchair in my study, fingers digging into my temples. Rage boiled under my skin, but beneath that?Shame.Deep. Ugly. Suffocating.Arya kept secrets from me. She never told me about Aryn. She never told me much of anything, actually. Our whole relationship was half-glimpses and raw sex and the occasional moment where she looked at me like maybe
The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride Chapter 25
ArynI stood outside the room there in the dark, frozen like a damn statue. He had almost killed me and all he could give was excuses. I could hear his voice again in my head."Arya!"His voice had cracked, raw and broken."Arya, please—no—fuck, don't go! Don't leave me! I'm sorry!"He had said it like he meant it. Like it had tore something out of him to say. Like she was his breath, his blood, his damn soul.And all I could do was stand there and listen. The great Lorenzo DeLuca, the man carved from stone, begging like a wounded animal in his sleep. For Arya. For my sister.... almost as if he loved her.I scoffed.Love? Him? That man wouldn't know love if it walked up and kneed him in the balls. He loved nobody, not even himself. No, he was guilty. That much I could believe. Whatever he did to his beloved Arya, it haunted him.Good.Let it rot him from the inside out.I stepped away from his door and made my way toward the kitchen. My mouth was dry as hell, and I needed water. Maybe
The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride Chapter 24
LorenzoArya laughed, low and breathy, the way she used to—like the world was a joke only the two of us understood. Her eyes sparkled as she leaned in close, straddling my lap. Her skin glowed, golden in the flickering candlelight. Her fingers traced my jaw, her smile playful, almost shy."Hey stranger." She said. Is.....is this real?"You missed me, didn’t you?" she whispered.I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My throat was dry, mouth parted, body aching with need. I just nodded like a fucking idiot, because I had missed her. Missed her so much it carved holes in my chest every damn day.Her lips grazed my neck, her breath hot, then her teeth—soft, teasing. I groaned, my hands gripping her waist, dragging her down against the hard line of my arousal. She gasped, hips rolling against mine. That sound—God, that sound—I used to live for it.Her fingers slid under my shirt, nails skimming over my ribs. I shuddered, my head falling back as her tongue flicked over my collarbone. I was burning
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