Semua Bab The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride: Bab 121 - Bab 130

ArynLorenzo turned to me then, his hand clamping tighter on my wrist. His eyes burned into mine through the mask, hard and sharp, like he was one second away from dragging me the fuck out of there.“You don’t have to do this,” he said, voice low and rough. “You don’t have to play his damn game.”I took a slow breath, forcing my shoulders not to shake. “I want to,” I told him. My voice came out steadier than I felt. “Don’t you see? This isn’t just some party trick. Brandon’s up to something, and if I play, maybe I can figure out what it is.”He stared at me like I’d lost my mind. “So you want to go with Marcus?” His tone was sharp, like he’d bitten down on glass.I couldn’t help it—I laughed. The sound bubbled out of me, soft and teasing, even if my stomach was still tied in knots. “You say it like it’s a bad thing,” I teased, arching a brow at him.His glare only deepened, jaw working. “It is a bad thing.”I reached up, resting my free hand against his chest. The steady thump of his

ArynI stormed down the path, my fists balled so tight my nails dug into my palms. The sound of of Marcus’s fall was still echoing in my ears. The bastard, Brandon, thought this was a fucking game. He thought he could trap us in this maze, pull strings, and laugh from the shadows.The gravel crunched under my boots as I retraced my steps. Or at least, I thought I was retracing them. The maze twisted too much, the hedges all looked the same, and before long the cold knot in my stomach told me the truth.“Shit,” I muttered, stopping dead.I turned left, then right. Both paths stretched long and endless, swallowed in shadow. There wasn’t a single mark to tell me where I’d come from. My pulse jumped.“Damn it,” I hissed, dragging my hands down my face.I started moving anyway. Standing still felt worse than walking blind. My mind replayed Marcus’s face, his words before he fell. I fucking like you. A lot. He’d said that like it was the last chance he’d ever have to admit it, and then—gone

ArynThe air down here felt different. Heavier. Every breath I took carried the taste of rust and damp stone, like the walls themselves had been crying for years. My boots scuffed against the cold floor, the sound echoing through the space like a warning.Liam walked beside me, every muscle in his body tight, his hand hovering near the gun strapped to his side. He looked ready to fight anything that moved. I couldn’t blame him. This place didn’t just look dangerous. It felt dangerous, like the walls themselves were watching.I tried to shake off the chill crawling up my spine. “Think this door leads to Brandon’s little playground?” I asked, nodding toward the heavy metal slab ahead.Liam didn’t answer right away. His jaw worked as he scanned the shadows. Finally, he muttered, “It’s either a way in… or a way out. And knowing Brandon, it’s the kind of door that bites back.”I huffed out a humorless laugh. “Figures. Nothing about this bastard is ever simple.”He gave me a sidelong look.

ArynMy hands shook as I reached for the chains. The cold iron bit into my skin, leaving smudges of rust across my fingers, but I didn’t care. I had to get them free. Marcus hung limply, his head slumped forward, his breath shallow but still there. That little rise and fall of his chest was the only thing that kept me steady in that moment.“Hold on,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure if he could even hear me. My voice cracked, rough with all the fear I had been swallowing since the second I saw them tied up here like animals.The lock was old, thick, and cruel. My dagger scraped against it, sparks flickering in the dim light of the room. Every sound echoed like a scream. I pressed harder, biting down on the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood.Finally, with a sharp click, the lock snapped. The heavy chains slid down, clattering against the stone floor. Marcus’s body sagged forward, too weak to stand. I caught him with both arms, stumbling a little under his weight, but I refused

ArynThe girl’s whimpers echoed against the walls as I dragged her broken body down the corridor. Her blood smeared across the tiles like a trail, marking where we’d been. Her nails scraped uselessly at my wrist, leaving red lines on my skin, but I didn’t loosen my grip. Not even a little.“Liam!” I shouted, my voice carrying through the hollow hall.His boots hit the ground a moment later, fast and heavy. He appeared at the end of the corridor, breath ragged, eyes wide. He froze when he saw me—saw the mess of blood, the girl’s ruined face, my fury carved into every line of my expression.“What the fuck happened—”“No time.” My words cut like a blade. “Get Marcus. Get that old man. Get them the fuck out of here.”His jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. He knew me well enough by now. When my voice dropped that low, it wasn’t a request. It was an order.“And you?” he asked, eyes narrowing.“I’m going after Brandon. Don't trust Enzo, I have a feeling there is something about this that he