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Chapter 33

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Aryn

I was still shaking.

Not from fear—fuck no. I’d stared fear in the face too many times to flinch now. This was something else. Something darker. Anger, maybe. The kind that crawled beneath your skin and set fire to your blood. The kind that burned so hot and so long it became part of you.

Lorenzo was gone.

He’d left. Just walked out like he hadn’t watched me launch a crystal glass at his fucking head and scream that I hated him. Like I was a ghost, or worse, a nuisance he couldn't be bothered to deal with.

No shouting. No “calm down, Aryn.” No threats. No slamming doors. No cruel smirk and whispered punishments. Not even a goddamn look back.

Just silence.

And somehow, that silence cut deeper than any of the sharp-edged words he used to throw at me like knives.

He always knew how to keep me in line without ever really touching me. That was the worst part. He didn’t need to chain me to a wall to make me feel caged. All he had to do was look at me a certain way—calm, cold, knowing.
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  • The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride   Chapter 34

    ArynThe room was quiet except for Marcus’s soft snoring. He had passed out on the bed like a dead man, one arm flung across his face and the other dangling off the side. His wine glass lay empty on the floor, rolling slightly every time he breathed too hard.I sat in the armchair for a long minute, watching him. A part of me wanted to let him sleep there. But I knew Lorenzo. Knew how he thought, how fast he could go from cold silence to explosive fury. If he came back and found Marcus passed out on his bed, in his* room? There’d be blood.Maybe mine. Maybe Marcus’s. Probably both.But then I paused.A wicked little smile tugged at the corner of my lips. What if he did see Marcus here?What if that smug bastard walked into the room and found someone else lying where he never even let me sleep? What if he saw Marcus’s jacket on the back of the chair, his glass on the floor, his scent on the sheets?Would he care?Would it bother him?God, I wanted it to bother him.So I stood, walked

  • The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride   Chapter 33

    ArynI was still shaking.Not from fear—fuck no. I’d stared fear in the face too many times to flinch now. This was something else. Something darker. Anger, maybe. The kind that crawled beneath your skin and set fire to your blood. The kind that burned so hot and so long it became part of you.Lorenzo was gone.He’d left. Just walked out like he hadn’t watched me launch a crystal glass at his fucking head and scream that I hated him. Like I was a ghost, or worse, a nuisance he couldn't be bothered to deal with.No shouting. No “calm down, Aryn.” No threats. No slamming doors. No cruel smirk and whispered punishments. Not even a goddamn look back.Just silence.And somehow, that silence cut deeper than any of the sharp-edged words he used to throw at me like knives.He always knew how to keep me in line without ever really touching me. That was the worst part. He didn’t need to chain me to a wall to make me feel caged. All he had to do was look at me a certain way—calm, cold, knowing.

  • The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride   Chapter 32

    LorenzoWhat the hell was I thinking?The thought had been gnawing at the back of my skull like a parasite all evening, and now it roared inside me as I stood on the stone balcony just outside my room. The night air was sharp, biting—like winter had made a premature return just to punish me. The wind tore through my shirt, slicing across my skin like it had a feud with me, and I stood still and let it. I deserved it.Below me, the city spread out in ribbons of golden light and distant noise—alive, pulsing, uncaring. From this height, the chaos looked manageable, almost beautiful. But up close? It was war. It was betrayal and masks and shadows pretending to be men. It was exactly what I’d grown up in. It was exactly what I’d become.I took a long drag from the cigarette burning between my fingers, held the smoke in my lungs until it hurt, then let it escape slowly, watching it twist and disappear into the night like a ghost with unfinished business.What was I thinking, kissing her?Wh

  • The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride   Chapter 31

    Aryn I had expected hell. I mean, I always seem to make it. What I got was gilded chaos wrapped in champagne and secrets. The party was already in full swing by the time Lorenzo led me down the marble staircase. A live string quartet played something elegant and soulless, and waiters floated through the room with trays of wine and tiny bites no one actually ate. It was like stepping into a fever dream—Versailles if it had been redecorated by the mob. My gown—black velvet, slit high, neckline low—clung to me like a threat. Zara, the professional stylist Lorenzo had hired, had done my makeup so precisely I hardly recognized myself. She’d arrived the day before, all sleek efficiency and barely-contained curiosity, hired to "polish the edges," as Lorenzo so kindly put it. And she had. At least on the surface. But there was no fixing the way I clutched the railing like it might save me from drowning in this ocean of snakes. Lorenzo was calm beside me—black suit, no tie, ice for blood

  • The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride   Chapter 30

    ArynThe next morning, I shoved the empty tray of food to the edge of the nightstand and stood at the mirror, inspecting the bruise on my collarbone like it had something new to say.It didn’t.Just like Lorenzo hadn’t come home.Coward.I knew it was more complicated than that, but still—fuck him.He left me alone with a folder full of betrayal and a thousand questions no one would answer. And I hated that it felt worse than any of the bruises on my skin. Because no matter how I turned it around in my head, I kept ending up in the same place: Arya was hiding shit.A lot of it.And if what Lorenzo said was true—if she’d really betrayed him, her own fiancé Liam, and possibly more people—I was stepping into a storm I didn’t even have boots for.I tied the robe tighter around my waist and stepped into the hallway, bare feet silent on the cold floor. I found Lorenzo exactly where I expected him—outside the study, talking to some guy in a charcoal suit with a buzzcut and a snake tattoo pee

  • The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride   Chapter 29

    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’

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