Semua Bab The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Lorenzo "What do you mean, you can't find her?" My voice was a low growl, barely controlled, but the man on the other end knew better than to mistake it for calm. He knew the fury beneath was looking for a way out."Boss, we've checked every exit, every camera feed. She just… vanished. Like a ghost," the voice stammered, clearly terrified. "One minute she was on there in the hotel, the next… nothing. We've got men sweeping the surrounding blocks, checking every alley, every parked car."A ghost. That's exactly what she was. A goddamn phantom, slipping through my fingers like smoke. My jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth would crack. "She didn't vanish, you incompetent fucks," I snarled, pacing the plush carpet of my penthouse suite. "She left. And she left because you weren't good enough to stop her."I slammed the phone down, the sound echoing in the opulent silence of the room. My chest heaved, a raw, burning sensation spreading through me. Aryn. That little bitch. I had been p

Aryn“Marcus—” I started, but before I could even think, he was on his feet.He grabbed me by the wrist so hard I thought he might snap it.“Shit—Marcus, let me go!” I hissed, twisting against his grip.He didn’t even look at me. His dark eyes were fixed on the door, that cold, calculating glint shining like a damn blade. Without saying a word, he dragged me deeper into the suite, past the stupid designer armchairs and glossy marble counters, until we were in the bedroom.“What the fuck are you doing?!” I yanked at his hand, but he pushed me forward, right up against the huge bed.He didn’t answer at first. Instead, he started pulling at the zipper of my dress.“Marcus!” I slapped his hands away, my voice sharp and shaking. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”He leaned close, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers still fumbling at the back of my dress. “It’s either you help me, or I fucking do it myself,” he growled into my ear.I froze.“What... help you? What the fuck d

ArynI stood frozen, my pulse hammering so loud in my ears it almost drowned out his words.The boss wants you.Fuck.My fingers tightened around the knife, the thin metal digging into my palm. Oleg leaned back into the sofa like this was some casual fucking reunion at a shitty diner, like we were going to talk about the good old days instead of the fact that I had spent years clawing my way out of the pit they had all thrown me into.I took a breath that felt like shards of glass sliding down my throat. "I owe your boss nothing," I spat, my voice low, shaking with rage and a panic I could barely keep from tearing me apart. "Dimitri and I had a deal. That's it. That chapter is closed. You can tell your precious boss to go fuck himself."Oleg's eyebrow twitched. For a moment, his expression remained flat — then he tilted his head, almost like he was studying a stray dog barking too close."Dimitri and you had a deal?" he repeated, rolling the words around his mouth as though savoring t

ArynI paced the room like a caged animal. My wrists throbbed where the zip ties had dug into my skin, but I barely felt the pain anymore. My mind was spinning, every thought louder than the last.I have to get out of here.The room they put me in looked nothing like a cell — more like a guest room in a creepy mansion. But make no mistake, it was a prison. There were no windows. Just four walls painted soft gray and a heavy door that locked from the outside. A camera blinked red above the door. Watching me. I walked to the corner where one of the maids stood, pretending not to notice me.“Hey,” I said sharply. “You. What’s your name?”She didn’t answer. Just kept her head bowed, folding linens like her life depended on it.I stepped closer. “I know you can hear me. Do you like working for him? You think he’s a good man?”Still no answer. Her hands trembled slightly.“You don’t have to do this,” I said, softer now. “You can help me. Just open the door. I won’t say a word to anyone. I

ArynI wished I could disappear. Right then, right there—into the marble, into the shadows, into thin fucking air. But of course, that wasn’t an option. Not with Dimitri’s hand still on my arm, not with Lorenzo’s cold, burning stare locked on me like I was a fucking prize.And unfortunately for me, there was nowhere left to run.I could feel the weight of the room shift as Lorenzo stepped closer. His energy was like a sledgehammer, pressing against everything and everyone. People backed away. Guards tensed. Guns were still drawn, but no one fired. Not yet.Dimitri stood in front of me, his posture like steel, shoulders squared, jaw clenched. I could feel his fury pulsing through him, his killer instinct barely held in check.Then Lorenzo turned his head slowly, finally acknowledging Dimitri.“I’m here to take my wife,” he said, voice smooth, deadly, final.I fucking flinched. Wife? That shit was only in contract. Why is he being so uptight about it? Why the fuck did I even sign the da