Alle Kapitel von Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia : Kapitel 111 – Kapitel 120

No, let me go! Rosana screamed in her head as she was too weak to voice out the words. She struggled, kicked, clawed, and fought with whoever was holding her but again, it was all in her head cause she couldn't even move a muscle. They were going to kill her... The Russians... They were... "Bambolina… Amore mio...f*ck, apri gli occhi. I am here, please, open your eyes... Bambolina... FUCK!" [Open your eyes] The familiar voice rang in her head and even with the smoke everywhere, the smell of him filled her nostrils. He finally came... She was now in his arms, she was safe in his arms. A small smile ghosted her lips as a lone tear rolled from her closed eye. "Sergio..." She managed to say and strained to open her eyes. It was a bit dark inside but she managed to make out his face, staring at her. "F*ck, Bambolina!" He collapsed to his knees, holding her so tightly that she could hardly draw in a breath. "I am sorry, please forgive me for failing to protect you..." His voice broke a

Sergio stood by the foot of the bed with arms folded, watching as Rosana slept. It had been a week since the incident, and he still couldn't believe it had happened. That anyone would dare to mess with what belonged to him. Fortunately, she was fast recovering. That was the only reason the world wasn't high in flames. He had always been a man of action, but the sight of Rosana lying on the bed and fighting hard to recover had softened something inside him. Instead of making plans to get back at the Russians in the most ruthless way like he always does, he found himself glued to her side. He had never been the type to show affection or care for others, but he found himself bringing her meals and medication, feeding her, and watching over her as she slept. In those quiet moments, he remembered the first day he set eyes on her. Even with the veil that concealed her face, he could tell she was beautiful, a sight to behold. Her blue eyes had been the first to catch his attention. Pretty y

He had never gotten on his knees for anyone but for this woman lying beneath him, he would do it over and over without question, without wavering. He would go to war for her sake, kill for her sake, burn down the world if he had to, and lay down his life for her and their unborn children. Rosana shuddered and moaned as circles of pleasure swirled within her, radiating from the center of her body to all her nerve endings. She could tell he was holding and f*cking her in smooth and passionate strokes that slowly drove her over the edge. Whatever was happening between them pulled her in, the urgency to have all of him sinking in as if consuming her entire being, the way his body pressed against hers, warm and untamed, then the rapid beating of their hearts as though they would explode. "Sergio... Omg... Sergio!" She cried as came immediately, her muscles gripping around his cock, squeezing and pulsing. With their eyes still glued together, hers round as disks and blurred, Sergio ro

The moment was fraught with tension as Lucretia turned around, her heart pounding in her chest. There he was, standing beside the table, his eyes blazing with anger. She could feel his presence like a dark cloud, looming over her before her eyes met him. Her body went rigid and tense. What was he doing there? How did he find her? She wondered as her face paled and clammed, her forehead glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Her eyes widened and her lips parted slightly, as she tried to catch her breath. The terror she felt was palpable, radiating from every inch of her body as she stared at him with unblinking eyes. "What are you doing here?" She asked, trying hard to compose herself, but her hands still trembled. "You should leave""Get up, Lucretia!" He commanded, his voice as cold as the night. "Do not make me ask again""I am not going anywhere with you. I'm here with my date and I need you to leave before he returns!"The tension in the air was like a live wire waiting to spar

"Vicenta was only twelve years old but she endured worse—all the pain, all the hardships. It was so heartbreaking to see but I was always there to pick her up when she passed out cold. I always tended to her wounds and sneaked in food and medication but I had my own duties and could not stay longer until she regained consciousness."Carmencita paused, her watery eyes glazed over as if looking through the objects around her. She wiped off her tears with the back of her hand but more kept rolling down uncontrollably. Rosana could feel her pain because she also was on the verge of shedding tears. Without words, she leaned closer and covered her trembling hand with hers, soothingly. Whatever she was feeling now must've been very much worse back then. "Finally, I got the chance to speak with her but she shut me out and would not listen to whatever I had to say. She blamed her late father and me for ruining her life and cursed the day we had her. She cursed us both for everything and wishe