Lahat ng Kabanata ng Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance): Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Flashback #5NINAThe bass thumped through the walls like a heartbeat gone wild, my own matched it.Lights flickered in violent colors— neon red, green and blue dancing like flames across the walls, floor and sweaty skin. It was loud, hot and chaotic. People moved their bodies in beat to the music, grinding and swaying, lost in a rhythm that didn’t care for rules.And I was here to feel the same freedom they were enjoying. To break the rules I have always abide by. I should’ve felt afraid.But I didn’t. Because he was also here. I turned to look at him and found him standing in the shadows, his grey eyes focused solely on me. Watching me.Jeremiah.He arched brow and I gave him a trembling smile. I didn’t know why but him being here was all the nudge I needed to feel same and to experience another thing off the list I had come up with since I realised he was the only way I could live my life and also my ticket out of my father’s thumb, out of the life I was born into.When I had ask

LACHLAN The man whimpered, hanging from the chains bolted into the concrete ceiling of one of our warehouses. Blood dripped from the various cuts on his body, pooling beneath him in a slow, thick stream, mixing with the sweat and filth coating the cracked cement floor. I crouched low, fingers flexing around the worn hilt of my blade, my expression calm and surgical.“You know,” I murmured, flicking open the blade again, the sound a quiet and deadly whisper, “I don’t particularly enjoy this. But I will do it for days if I have to.” I was lying. Besides having everything around me in prefect order, torturing someone for information was one thing my mind finds calm in. Jeremiah said it's because I won’t give the darkness inside me free reign in any other part of my life. But it's not exactly that, the fact is, it takes certain amount of control and discipline and precision to not kill the person at your mercy. One second of lack of control and I’ll end up with a dead body sooner than I

2009 (Lachlan: 15, Jeremiah : 19) LACHLANJeremiah laughed today.His smile is as sunny as the way he looks— all golden and bright. I wanted to capture it in a jar, like I would a firefly.But the problem was…He didn’t laugh for me.And he didn’t laugh with me.He laughed for someone else. Someone that wasn’t me.It boiled my fucking blood. And all I wanted to do was to stab that girl who stood at the receiving end of that smile.She was standing too close to him. Her hand kept brushing his arm again and again, making my fists clench so tight, I was sure I’d draw blood from my own palms.I didn’t even know her name. Something like Chelsia. Or maybe Cherry. Or Chelly. Who fucking cares…All I knew was— She had her hands all over him.And he was mine. Only mine. Does he know about it yet? Of course, not.But it doesn’t mean he can entertain anyone. And especially not the likes of her. Some girl with glossy pink lips and the IQ of a spoon. She stood beside him like she belonged there

NINA My heart aches. It has been aching constantly since I started reading Lachlan’s journal. Their story as beautiful as it was, it felt like a knife wrapped in silk. Something inside me whispered that the more I read, the more it would tear me apart. And still, instead of putting it down, I kept turning page after page, drowning in it. Feeling what he had felt and seeing Jeremiah through his eyes. I wanted to know everything about them. And with each word I devoured, they became more a part of me than I ever intended. Like I had known them all along. Like I was meant to. “Here you are…” I startled, snapping the diary shut as quickly as my hands could move. My head jerked up to find Olezka coming to stand in front of me, casting a long shadow as he blocked the sun. “Garcia said you even missed lunch.” His light blue eyes searched my face with quiet intensity. And that’s how I see the similarities in the brothers. The way they held themselves and talked. “Are you oka

NINA I stomped inside the house, a heavy feeling gripped my chest that I had no name for. I turned for the library but the thought of sitting there all alone had me turning toward the staircase to go up to my room. What was he doing with her? And, was it the first time she has been here? I have been feeling so stupid about his relationship with Lachlan and even though the thought of him giving Lachlan more than he gave me has made me bitter at times, I never entrertained the idea of him being interested in another woman. What if he was? I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t see where I was going, not until I slammed face first into someone. “Watch where you are going!” I looked up at the thin voice and sure enough Jeremiah’s aunt stood there in all black like the evil witch she was. I tried to side step, absently noticing that she came from the direction of my bedroom, but she stopped me and asked, “Have you seen where my Jeremiah is? Valerie is on her way to