Lahat ng Kabanata ng Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance): Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

NINAA shiver ran down my spine as I stirred awake, the tendrils of a dream—or maybe it was a nightmare—clinging to my skin like a phantom’s touch. My body felt heavy, my mind disoriented as I tried to sit up, but my sluggish limbs felt weighed down. Even as I blinked, my eyes were blurry and a single tear escaped, a manifestation of the dream I was having.I swallowed, my throat dry, my head heavy from all the drinking I did yesterday. But it felt more from the dream, no, not a dream— it couldn’t be a dream but a nightmare. Faint tremors worked their way through me as I sat up and realised that I was naked. The towel had come undone at some point in the night and the blanket was pooled around my legs in a careless heap. I must have shifted in my sleep, I reasoned. And yet as I sat up, instead of feeling cold, I could feel the warmth coursing through me from the sensation that cling to me like fingers had caressed my soft flesh and kept me warm unlike what the nightmare was about.My

LACHLANHer confusion was laced with something warmer. I opened the door and got out, holding out my hand for her. My little kitten hesitated for a moment before slipping hers into mine. The warmth of her fingers against my palm sent a thrill through me, and I tightened my grip just enough to let her know she wasn’t going anywhere.As we made our way to the entrance, she glanced around, brows furrowing. “This place looks—” she hesitated, her throat working as she stared at the name on the entrance. “—expensive.”“It is.” She turned to me, lips parting. “Lachlan—”I arched a brow. “What?”She shook her head, looking almost uncomfortable. “I just wasn’t expecting—”“Something like this?” I finished for her. “Do I look like someone who’ll take you to some back alley dive bar, Piccola micetta?”Her cheeks flushed, and she gave me a look. “No. I just—” she gestured to the building, struggling for words. “Save the words. We have a whole night ahead of us.”As we stepped inside, the entire

NINALACHLAN: Pack a bag. Dress warm. I’m picking you up in an hour.No explanation. No destination. Nothing. Just an order that was expected to be followed through.I should have said no. I should have asked questions. Instead, here I was, standing in front of the building where I’d told him I lived. But I was starting to think that he knew I’d lied about my address as last night when he had dropped me off after my shift at the diner, he had waited for me to go inside and then when he’d driven off, he’d called me and asked “Do you want to tell me something, Piccola micetta?” Of course, I didn’t tell him the truth. But as I’d walked to my apartment building, the eyes I’d felt on me, made me feel the same as Lachlan’s gaze does. Like he was the one watching me. When Lachlan’s car pulled up in front of me, sleek and dark like the man himself, I wasn’t prepared for what came next. He stepped out, dressed in a tailored black coat, his emerald eyes gleaming with something unreadable. So

LACHLAN The soft glow of golden lights bathed the terrace, casting long shadows across the ornate balustrades and reflecting off the gentle ripples of the canal below. Venice at night was a vision—timeless, mysterious, drenched in an elegance that made it easy to forget the weight of reality. Forget what was expected of me and how this was all a charade to manipulate her. But I digress... the point was no matter how beautiful my surroundings were, she was the most captivating sight of all. Her dark eyes, with that one spark of silver in the left one, glittered with the kind of wonder that only made me want to make it permanent there. Give her all the experience that will have her looking at me with that awe in her eyes. The warmth of wine had painted a delicate flush across her cheeks, her lips were parted just enough to let out a quiet, breathless laugh as I spun her in a slow turn. She giggled as I dipped her low, her hair spilling behind her like liquid silk before I rig

LACHLAN I dragged the man out and as much as I wanted to skin him alive, then slowly bleed him out with thousands of cut before actually killing him, I wanted to go back inside to look after my little kitten more.When I’d send the fucker, I had explicitly told him to not to lay a finger on her. He didn’t just put his finger on her but the bastard thought he could hurt her.“P-please... P-please... A- I am s-s-sorry... please forgive m-me...” he blubbered.I narrowed my eyes on him as I asked, “Do I look like a forgiving type?”“I didn’t—”I pulled the trigger, not even in the mood to listen to his pathetic excuses. But it wasn’t his mistake, it was mine. I was responsible for it. I should’ve thought better and instead sent my own man to scare her. I hauled his body up and threw him over the railing, still brimming with violence. If it had happened back at home, I’d have spend days torturing him. But as it happens I wasn’t at home and this wasn’t Russia. I pulled out my phone and