Semua Bab THE MAFIAS BETRAYED BRIDE: A Game of Revenge: Bab 51 - Bab 60

MARCELLA’S POV Mother was still sobbing, Alejandro was rubbing her shoulders, in an attempt to comfort her. ‘Maybe that’s why he was their favorite child’. I thought, my fist clinched hard as I resisted every urge to rush to my mothers side. After a while she gathered composure, used a napkin to wipe her face and cleared her throat. I saw father brush a tiny drop of tear from the corner of his eyes, and I tried so hard to hide the shock on my face. In my twenty six years on earth, I had never seen El Russo sheared a tear and whatever this story was, my father seem to relate to it quite well as he wiped yet another tear from his eye. He tried to hide his little moment of weakness but it was too obvious, the great El Russo dropped not just a tear, but two. I drunk some water as mother cleared her throat again and begun to speak. “That little girls name was Sophia, our first child…” my eyes widened in shock, the water in my mouth spout out covering the plates before me. My broth

MARCELLA’S POV We sat motionless as the Mexicans paraded my fathers manor. I had no idea what had happened to the security men outside, but for now, it was just us against these ruthless men. Salvador did a complete walk around the table and stopped behind my mother’s chair. She looked terrified, her hand shakily came to her face as she wiped tears from her eyes. Salvador picked a picture or two from the table and looked at them carefully. “Sophia right?” He asked no one in particular. “Pfft, I never even got to meet her” he chuckled , putting the pictures down. “I woke up that day with a huge bandage on my abdomen, and I didn’t understand what was happening, I was too young! Too young to give consent for my body parts to be removed” he said in a tone that sounded almost like a scream. “When I was old enough to understand what had happened, I was very upset with my father, and no matter how he tried to convince me it was a good deal, I could never understand how a parent co

MARCELLA’S POV I soon found my self seated at the back of Salvadors SUV. I felt I had been in this situation before a few months ago, except this time, in different cloths, my hair was a mess and I hadn’t showered in two days. The seat beside me dipped as Salvador occupied it, a serious expression on his face as he slammed the door shut. “Don’t fucking do that again!” He scolded immediately he sat in the car. I just scoffed and folded my arms across my chest.”and don’t do that either” he added as the car came to life and zoomed out of the compound. “…do what?” I chuckled with a shrug, then went ahead to fold my arms again. “…that, that right there. The attitude, I am your husband!” He growled. “I don’t acknowledge that, and I am never going to accept it” I replied. “Well, then I guess we will have to do this the hard way!” He said then instantly pinned me to the seat with his masculinity, he started wrapping a duct tape around my wrist, binding then together behind me. “

ANTONIO'S POVWe spent the rest of the day searching the house for any clues Alberta may have left behind to guide our search. Aside the dusty surfaces, the house looked well arranged, she seemed to have taken her time to clean up and put things in order before leaving. This also threatens to prove Alvarez’s theory that, Alberta left on her own accord and was indeed determined not to be found.I stepped into Alberta’s room hoping to find any clues of her whereabouts but the empty room only made my heart sink with disappointment. I walked around the empty room for a while before accepting the reality and stepping out. The guest room where mother occupied now was to the left of Albertas room. The door was slightly ajar and I spotted mom sleeping soundly. I tiptoed into the room and gave her a goodnight kiss before adjusting the duvet over her shoulders. She looked tired and deserved the rest, so I sneaked back out making sure not to wake up.“Bratva” Alvarez called just as I stepped out

MARCELLA’S POV“I brought you breakfast” Zak said as he stepped into the room. I turned briefly to acknowledge his presence then brought my attention back to the window where I had been siting for the last three or four hours watching the sun rise.“it’s a really bright day” he added then set the tray on the bed beside me and walked to the other side of the window. “You know starving yourself wouldn’t change anything right?” he asked in a tone that made me even more determined to continue my hunger strike.I was weak, I was dizzy and I was hungry but I was equally too stubborn to accept the reality, me starving myself for three days has yielded no results. At each meal time, Zak would bring a plate to my room, I watched each plate with wet appetite determined not to break my fast.I shifted on the bed in a painfully slow manner, every muscle ached and every bone had become stiff. My ankle was sore from the un-relieving pressure of the chains around it, a few blisters hard formed from