All Chapters of The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 24

Aryn The next morning, I woke up before the sun even considered rising. Lorenzo's bed was empty and my body hurts because of the awkward position I had slept in yesterday.I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and glanced at the nightstand.There it was. Still.Lorenzo’s black card.I stared at it like it might vanish. Like it was a dream I wasn’t supposed to be having. That thing could probably buy a small island. And he gave it to me.Not one of his surgically-enhanced sugar babies.Not his cold, glassy-eyed assistants in heels taller than their IQs.Me. I suppose I could feel a little honored.The awkward girl the maids mocked when they thought I couldn’t hear. The one who didn’t belong in silk sheets or marble-floored mansions.So, no—I wasn’t gonna use it to buy a fucking smoothie or whatever. I had a goal.Marco.He'd been sulking in that room since the day he got here. Like a storm cloud with a grudge. No greetings. No eye contact. Just grunts, cigarettes, and whisk

LorenzoArya laughed, low and breathy, the way she used to—like the world was a joke only the two of us understood. Her eyes sparkled as she leaned in close, straddling my lap. Her skin glowed, golden in the flickering candlelight. Her fingers traced my jaw, her smile playful, almost shy."Hey stranger." She said. Is.....is this real?"You missed me, didn’t you?" she whispered.I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My throat was dry, mouth parted, body aching with need. I just nodded like a fucking idiot, because I had missed her. Missed her so much it carved holes in my chest every damn day.Her lips grazed my neck, her breath hot, then her teeth—soft, teasing. I groaned, my hands gripping her waist, dragging her down against the hard line of my arousal. She gasped, hips rolling against mine. That sound—God, that sound—I used to live for it.Her fingers slid under my shirt, nails skimming over my ribs. I shuddered, my head falling back as her tongue flicked over my collarbone. I was burning