Semua Bab TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Mirabella's Pov"No." I state my answer with a tone of finality. My husband scoffs, his head bobbing a few times. His tongues darts out and swipes across his teeth."Till death do us part."Those are the words that flow through the air before another side to my husband is activated. He runs through the rain of bullets, doing his very best to protect himself until he's gotten to our daughter.With one swift motion, he sweeps her off her feet and with the same speed, he runs like his life depends on how fast his legs move.It does, technically.A smile coats my lips when they reach me, a choked sob escaping the back of my throat when my princess hugs into me.I bask in the joy of having my daughter back in my arms that I don't realize my husband has walked back into the battlefield, this time without his vest nor his guns.He throws his hands into the air in a surrender, as if inviting death.I push my daughter aside and stumble, repeated screams escaping my throat."No! No! No! No! No

Mirabella's PovI did it.I won, didn't I?Then why do I feel so hollow? Why do I feel like I've lost? Why do I feel like a failure?Have I truly won, or have I dug the dark hole deeper than it was?I have always gotten love like poison, even from my own family. With my mother, loving me even when she couldn't love herself. Holding my hands even when she couldn't hold her own hand. Saving my life even when she couldn't save herself.Her love was poison.Then my sister. It would be better if we remained enemies, it would be better if she died my rival, but no, she had to show me a weakness. She showed me that in all of her hatred, there was still love for me, stored somewhere in her heart.In her last minutes, I witnessed that love. And that love too, was poison.With my family, their love is a poison of guilt. The guilt, like venom, seeps into my bloodstreams, taking hostage every breath, every blink, every word, every emotion—the entirety of my being.My inability to properly look my

Matteo's PovI wake to heat.My wife’s body, perfectly molded into mine, her mass of dark hair cascading over my chest, warms my heart.But it warms somewhere else, a place that sends an ache down to my core, causing my briefs to tighten.I kiss the back of my wife’s head, my arms around her waist tightening protectively while I pull her further into me as though if I let go even for a second, I’d lose her.It wouldn’t be so far fetched, losing my wife that is. It seems something I am too perfect in—I either drive her away, or my baggages would do the job for me.Except, this time has to be different, I want to show her that we could always be a normal couple, a normal family.We can always wake up to a peaceful day, have a good laugh, and still be the wicked entities we are.My hands are now wandering, my fingers trailing the line that runs across her ribs to the curve of her waist.She stirs, a small cry of a whimper eliciting in her throat.I don’t stop moving my hands. The left on

Matteo’s PovMy eyes flutter as I kiss up her skin, a feeling of satisfaction filling my heart so much so a small whimper escapes from my throat while I taste her skin.My wife, she does something to me, something extraordinary. She brings me to my knees at will, knowingly and unknowingly, literally and metaphorically.She’s all I’ve ever needed. All I’ve ever searched for. And when I gaze up at her while my tongue merges with her skin, I realize that this predicament is suffered by the both of us.I ruin her as much as she ruins me.It makes me smile.My hands slip underneath her dress and find the waist of her underwear, pulling the stretchy material over her thighs until it pools at her ankles.I suck in a breath.I have seen my wife many times and in many different ways, but each time, it seems as though I am a blind man awarded an opportunity of a clear eyesight the first time in his life.It excites me to see my wife. It excites me to know that such an amount of wetness pools ou

Matteo’s PovIt is not the early morning sun peeking through the blinds and into my eyes that wakes me from the most enjoyable sleep which I’m having with my wife wrapped around me. It is the vibration of my phone.Inhaling a deep breath, I let go of my wife’s body and turn to the side, sorting to reach for the device.Messages from Amir.Amir is a friend of mine who does certain kinds of favors for me. Deadly favors. He has no direct affiliation to the Mafia, but he makes certain to be here whenever I need him.Even Mirabella knows nothing of his existence and I intend to keep it that way.Marcelo was last seen boarding a private flight to Tesoro Azul. It is believed that he made a stop between Escalera and Chuparosa. He wasn’t traveling alone, but I’m yet to discover the identities of his companions. More information will be—The bed shifts, Mirabella’s small moan while she stretches herself awake flooding into my ears. “Matteo,” she murmurs wordlessly, her voice rough and tired. “W