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The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 66
ROSA’S POVThe first thing I noticed was the softness. The bed beneath me was warm, pillowy—too comfortable. Too unfamiliar. My eyes snapped open.The ceiling above me was white, high, and delicately molded with gold trim. A chandelier dangled silently above. This wasn’t my bed. This wasn’t even my home. I had been kidnapped. I was walking down the streets when I was kidnapped. I bolted upright, my heart hammering.“Hello?” I called out. “Anybody there?”No answer. Just silence, thick and heavy. I threw off the silky blanket, stumbled to my feet, and took in the room. The walls were a muted cream, the furniture dark wood; ornate, antique, expensive. Too perfect. There were no windows. Just a grand set of double doors, painted a deep forest green.I rushed to them and yanked the handle. It was locked.“No,” I breathed, pulling again, harder. “No…no…no!”I slammed my fists against the door. “LET ME OUT!”I beat on it until my knuckles stung. “WHERE AM I?” I screamed. “I NEED MY DAUGHTE
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 65
VICENZO’S POVI didn’t fight it and I didn’t flinch. I didn’t even speak. I just nodded once, my jaw tight, as Don Ricci motioned for me to walk with him. The evening was heavy around us, the city breathing in muffled silence. Street lights flickered above us, casting long shadows over the cracked pavement.My father must spoke to Don Ricci and he was probably here to talk sense to me. Normally I would lash out but I was too spent from my fight with Mateo that I wasn’t goaded by this action. Don Ricci studied me with those cool, unreadable eyes, then reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small leather case. Wordlessly, he opened it and began rolling a cigar, his fingers slow, practiced, elegant moving like a man who’d done this a thousand times.I watched him, my body drained, my muscles aching from the rage that had bled out of me earlier. I had no energy left to yell, no more glass left to shatter and I frankly just needed to lie down. Don Ricci lit the cigar and handed i
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 64
ROSA’S POVI had finally started sleeping with the lights off again. Not all the time. Not every night. But some. It was something. The nightmares had stopped. The ones where I saw my family pointing fingers at me, dripping in blood, where I would wake up screaming out my lungs, my heart thudding heavily against my small chest. Each morning, I reminded myself that I was still standing. I had survived the fire. The death. The guilt. I’d survived Enzo. The last one felt like the cruelest of all.I sat on the edge of the bed, tugging on my sneakers while Sofia played quietly on the rug, her tiny fingers moving plastic animal toys across the fabric. She rarely spoke much lately. Only answered when I asked direct questions. Her smiles had become rare and reluctant. And she hated Salvatore.At first, I thought it was jealousy. Then I realized it was more than that. She’d grown cold around him, the way some children go sile
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 63
VICENZO’S POVThe morning after it all felt like poison in my veins. I couldn’t scrub it off, no matter how hard I tried. I stood under the shower until the water turned cold, my hands braced on the tile wall, my jaw clenched so tight I thought I might crack my teeth. My skin burned from the heat, but inside, I was frozen. Numb. Hollow.Bianca.What she did… what I let happen.My chest tightened. I hadn’t even known what was happening until it was too late. My body had betrayed me. And now my mind was tearing itself apart. I slammed my palm against the wall.It all kept hitting me like bricks. Everything was playing like a loop in my brain, the night with Bianca. The fight with my father. The sound of Rosa’s voice cracking when she said you left me like I was nothing. It all blended into one heavy, choking mess in my head.And then there was Sofia.Sofia.Her tiny arms around my neck. Her soft voice calling me E
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 62
VICENZO’S POVThe door slammed behind me, but the echo followed me into the night. She didn’t chase after me. Not that I expected her to.The streetlights bled into one another as I walked to my car like a man underwater. My chest ached, not from anger anymore but from the dull, spreading emptiness of heartbreak. I could still smell her. Still feel the heat of her skin in the room. Still hear her voice cracking under the weight of everything we never said in time.You abandoned me.You lied.No winners. Just wreckage. I got into the car, but I didn’t start it for a long while. Just sat there, gripping the steering wheel like it was the only thing tethering me to the present. My mind betrayed me.Her laughter in my ears.Her hand on my chest, tracing the scar just above my heart like she could read it. Our last day together, the way we had made love to each other. How I had defended her in front of my father. Sofia’s tiny
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 61
ROSA’S POVThe moment I stepped out of Pietro’s office, the air felt wrong. Too thin. Like grief had vacuumed all the oxygen from the world and it hurt. My legs carried me without thought. Down streets I didn’t see. Through traffic I didn’t hear. Until I stood outside my apartment, fumbling with the keys like a drunk even though I hadn’t touched a drop…yet.I opened the door and stepped in then I collapsed. Not onto the couch. Not the bed. Just the floor. My knees hit the floor first, then my hands, and then finally, my cheek pressed against the cold tile like I needed to feel something that wouldn’t lie to me.And I wept.
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 60
VICENZO’S POVIt couldn’t be. Mateo had to be mistaken. Someone was mistaken. Either Mateo or Bianca. Something wasn’t adding up. Rosa couldn’t be a Pacino. She couldn’t. The beeping of the heart monitor was gone. Instead, there was only silence and the sound of my own breath, uneven, sharp, like my lungs couldn’t find rhythm. I watched Mateo from across me, slouched in bed. His color was still off, the pallor clinging to his face like smoke after fire, but there was a glint in his eyes. A glint I’d seen before. A glint that had blood on it. He was reliving that day: the day we finally took revenge. When I got justice for my mother and brothers.
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 59
ROSA’S POVNo sooner had Enzo left did Bianca follow suit after blowing me a mock kiss. The door had barely closed behind Enzo, but I was still standing there like it had slammed through my chest. He knew. I didn’t need him to say the words. The way he looked at me—that blend of disbelief, fury, and something else I couldn’t place—it said enough. It shattered something inside me. All this time, I had pretended. Pretended I didn’t know how to navigate this world. Pretended I had been yanked into it against my will. But I had been born into it, cradled in the blood-stained legacy of the Pacino name.I knew this world. I had grown up speaking in code, watch
The Mafia’s Runaway Bride Chapter 58
VICENZO’S POVThe door swung open with a sharp click, cutting the air between me and Rosa like a knife. I turned instinctively, my heart hammering hard against my ribs.Bianca Ricci. For a second, I couldn’t even move. Couldn’t think. She stood there in the doorway, framed by the dim hallway light like a vision from a nightmare, her black dress clinging to her curves, her painted mouth smiling a smile I didn’t trust.My fists clenched at my sides. What the hell was she doing here?
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