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Chapter 36

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Aryn

I returned to the room, sat on the edge of the sofa, and stared at the wall like it would suddenly give me answers. Where the hell was I even supposed to start? Arya’s letter, that pin, the man who slipped in and out like a ghost, Marcus’s confession, and now—someone torn apart in a warehouse with a message carved in blood.

The raven sees all.

How many eyes were on me? How many pieces of this puzzle had Arya left behind for me to trip over instead of solve?

I didn’t know where to begin.

And before I could even try—he came in.

Lorenzo.

Didn’t knock. Didn’t call out. Just opened the door and walked in like he owned the air. Well if it was this air, I think he definitely owned it.

I turned my head slowly, watching him with the same intensity I’d give a venomous snake slithering into the room. He didn’t acknowledge me. Not even a look. Just strode across the room and began undressing.

First his jacket. Then his cufflinks. Then his shirt.

The man had no shame. Or maybe he had too much
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  • The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride   Chapter 38

    Lorenzo I watched her as she spoke, the words bleeding out of her like something she'd been holding in for years.Her face—usually so guarded and sharp—softened as she spoke about Arya. There was something fragile about her in that moment, something almost sacred. And it didn’t belong here. Not in this place. Not with me.She was talking like no one had asked her in a long time. Or maybe ever.“Arya was everything everyone ever wanted,” she began again, her voice low. “Smart. Beautiful. Funny. She could talk her way out of anything, and she was always the one who pulled me out of trouble.”I didn’t interrupt. Just leaned back in the armchair and let her talk. Her voice was steady now, like she’d accepted the weight of the past resting on her chest.“We were six when our parents died,” she said, her eyes fixed on the wall. “Car crash. Nothing dramatic, nothing out of a movie. Just... one moment we had a family. The next, we were orphans.”I blinked. Six.“After that, it was chaos. Dif

  • The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride   Chapter 37

    ArynThe sound of the door unlocking snapped me out of my thoughts.I didn’t move. I didn’t flinch. I just stared at the wall, hollow and unmoving like part of the furniture.The door swung open with its usual slow, deliberate creak. I already knew who it was. No one else walked in like that—like they had time to waste and didn’t care if you did.Lorenzo.His footsteps were steady —calculated and silent, like a predator that didn't need to roar to remind you who was at the top of the food chain.He stopped near the table where the untouched tray of food still sat. The eggs had gone cold. The toast stiff and lifeless. The tea no longer steaming.“You didn’t eat.”His voice was calm.I didn’t respond.He stepped closer, the air shifting with him. I could smell his cologne—something dark and woodsy, like the forest after rain.“Don’t be stubborn, Aryn,” he said, his tone firmer now. “Eat.”I didn’t turn. Didn’t blink. Just curled my knees tighter into myself where I sat against the headb

  • The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride   Chapter 36

    ArynI returned to the room, sat on the edge of the sofa, and stared at the wall like it would suddenly give me answers. Where the hell was I even supposed to start? Arya’s letter, that pin, the man who slipped in and out like a ghost, Marcus’s confession, and now—someone torn apart in a warehouse with a message carved in blood.The raven sees all.How many eyes were on me? How many pieces of this puzzle had Arya left behind for me to trip over instead of solve?I didn’t know where to begin.And before I could even try—he came in.Lorenzo.Didn’t knock. Didn’t call out. Just opened the door and walked in like he owned the air. Well if it was this air, I think he definitely owned it.I turned my head slowly, watching him with the same intensity I’d give a venomous snake slithering into the room. He didn’t acknowledge me. Not even a look. Just strode across the room and began undressing.First his jacket. Then his cufflinks. Then his shirt.The man had no shame. Or maybe he had too much

  • The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride   Chapter 35

    ArynThe silence after he left was… overwhelming.Not just quiet—truly, hauntingly silent. It settled like dust in the air, slipping into every crack of the room. Into the walls. The furniture. Into me. My skin crawled as if the air had turned to ice. My ears strained, expecting sound, any sound. But there was nothing. Just the dull sound of my own heart pounding inside my chest.I stood still. Not blinking. Not moving. Not breathing much either. It was like my body didn’t know what to do—whether to fight or flee or fall apart. I stared at the door, the one that had somehow let that stranger in.Marcus snored softly behind me. Oblivious. Completely gone, like he'd been drugged or had drunk his own weight in liquor. He was laid out across the bed in a sloppy sprawl, one arm hanging off the side, the other tossed over his face. His mouth hung open, dead to the world.It made me sick.I finally forced myself to move. My legs were shaky, unsteady beneath me. Like I was learning to walk ag

  • 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.

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