Lahat ng Kabanata ng FORCED MAFIA BRIDES: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Rax was quiet the whole way back, a silence that made me fear, fear I couldn't explain because uncle Rax had always been one person I looked up to. He had left and made a life of his own. The house was even colder as we stepped in. I scrambled to my room and stayed there for the remainder of the night. At some point loud moans filled the house and all I could do was bury my head under a pillow until sleep claimed me. I woke up, took a shower and dressed in jeans and a large worn out t-shirt. Time hadn’t been specified for when Slade would come and pick me up. My nerves were at it again, hands running down my t-shirt, the best I could do. I wanted to scream in embarrassment, color having left me pale. I couldn’t hide in my room all day so I slowly crept out of my room and found the house abandoned. There were alcohol bottles everywhere. I picked them up and decided to do a bit of cleaning while I waited. A door jerked open, pulling a scream out of me because I thought I was alone.

“I am going to the office now.” I stared out the window as the car took a turn and somehow I knew he was taking me back to the house. I felt something drop in the deepest part of my stomach. “Can I come?” It seemed his mood turned from frustration to anger. “Why?” “I want to see where you work. You did say you would show me around the city.” I shrugged my shoulders, staring at him innocently. He narrowed his eyes, trying to figure me out. I kept my face blank and just stared at him. “And besides, it’s boring in the house. I want to know you better. We will be getting married in a few weeks.” I pushed on, smiling. He went quiet for so long. “ Take us to the office, I have a meeting to get to.” Slade said to his driver. “ Yes sir.” I nearly peed myself, barely held the squeal in. Was I crazy or was I getting addicted to having my way? The sensible side of me sent warnings in my head. I would never get a man like Slade to fall under my spell. I was only braiding my own rope to

A door closing stirred me from sleep. My eyes fluttered open, ears listening but nothing came to me. I closed my eyes yet still listened. I didn’t have a clock but I was sure it was too early. My head pounded hard from reading all night long. Slade himself had slept very late, maybe four hours ago. I had dragged through until I reached halfway through my book and gave up because there was no way I was finishing it. I had probably gotten two hours of sleep. My eyes begged me to close them but there was a grinding sound then silence. Slade was awake and something prompted me to slide out of bed. I quickly rushed to open my door and marched to the stairs just as I heard the front door open. I broke into a run and stopped at the edge of the stairs, looking down as Slade walked out the door. It was still dark outside.“ Hi,” I called, wrapping my arms around my frame because it was cold. Tall, handsome, wearing a suit, his leather bag in hand and his phone on the other. He turned, givi

My book hid me away but more often than was healthy I peaked up, stealing a glance at Slade who hadn't said a single word to me in days. It perplexed me because the first day we met he had said his fair share of words but suddenly he barely even stared at me. I didn’t mind, I just wondered what ran through his mind. I sucked in a breath, reminded of the cheque I had found on my bedside two days ago. I was still shocked to say the least. I had spent two hours just staring at it before I accepted that he had given me so much money. I had never held so much money in my life and to me it seemed like the final shackle that bound me to him.Had my father received it and the letter I sent through mail? I had asked Slade to post it home for me. What would my dad say, there was no way to explain fifty thousand dollars. My eyes ran back to my book which I had been pretending to read for the past two hours. Yet, a second later my eyes ran up to Slade again. He was still in his suit, typing and

Slade jumped out as soon as the cars stopped, having sat as far away from me as he possibly could. I opened my door and by the time I jumped off he was already up the steps. I rushed after, afraid he would lock me out to die in the cold. All the courage was gone, vanished away. He marched through the door and I followed after. The door shut and locked after me. By the time I turned, Slade was eating up the stairs two at a time. Run? Hide? When he was far enough I ran up the stairs and slid into my room. I shut the door and leaned on it, listening. He was in his room. For two full minutes nothing happened so I let out a breath and rushed to the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror and I looked a mess, tear stains down my face, red crazy eyes. My head was pounding and a jumble of thoughts. It was clear I couldn’t stay. I could stay for a lot but not this. My heart was already too invested in Slade. It was his age, the way I just felt around him, as if nothing could touch me. I