All Chapters of In the arms of My mafia Ex: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lily MontgomeryMy eyes were blindfolded.The rough fabric pressed against my eyelids, blocking out any trace of light. The only thing guiding me now were my other senses—and they were all screaming.He threw me into the back of the car, and I focused solely on trying to breathe.The scent of leather and gasoline.The muffled sound of the engine and distant voices.The tension in the air that told me something was about to happen.Some time later, I was dragged out of the car and led down a path of stones. My hands were tied, and the footsteps guiding me were harsh and impatient. When the blindfold was removed, my eyes burned from the sudden brightness.I was in a luxurious room. White marble floors, a lit fireplace, oriental rugs. Everything looked refined. And yet, every detail felt fake—like a cage disguised as a palace.Orlov was there. Sitting, elegant, as if he’d been expecting me for afternoon tea.“Welcome to one of my homes, Lily,” he said, smiling with cynicism. “Or should I

I never imagined being kidnapped. It felt like a nightmare, one of the worst kinds.But it was real. I was here.The room was too large, too cold, too dark.My hands were chained with thin cuffs—not enough to hurt, but just enough to remind me who was in control here.The door creaked open.I straightened up. I wasn’t going to let them see me weak.He entered like he owned the world—or at least like he thought he did, Viktor."I see you're getting used to your new home," he said with an ironic smile."If by 'new home' you mean this moldy room that reeks of decay and inflated egos... then yes, I'm starting to feel at home," I replied with a forced smile.He stepped closer, stopping too near. His cologne was strong, overwhelming."You have a sharp tongue, Lily. It's something I've always admired in women of strong blood. But now, it's time to stop playing games."I crossed my arms, despite the weight of the shackles."What do you want from me, Orlov? You’ve kidnapped me, put on your who

Lily MontgomeryI had no idea what time it was.In that place, time seemed to fold in on itself, like the world outside had stopped spinning. There were no clocks, no mirrors, no real windows. They had taken everything from me—even the right to know how much time was passing.But I knew it was night. And I was anxiously waiting for dawn.The silence was thick, as if even the ghosts were too afraid to make a sound. I sat on the floor, leaning against the cold wall, eyes fixed on the door. Just waiting.The girl had promised to come back.That night, Viktor had called for her again. As he always did. She was forced to lie with him, like a lifeless doll. But tonight would be different. Tonight, she would take the gun. Tonight, we would use that horror to our advantage."When he falls asleep, the gun will be ours."I held on to those words like they were my only hope. And they were. It was all I had left in there.So when I heard the doorknob turn slowly, my whole body tensed.I jumped to

The girl looked at me, and her gaze said everything: Don’t breathe. Don’t move. Trust me.My hands were sweating around the knife. I had promised myself I wouldn’t hesitate—that I’d do whatever it took. But I never imagined I’d have to kill to survive.The door creaked, opening a few inches. The hallway light sliced across the floor like a thin, cruel blade. Someone’s shadow stretched across the floor.I positioned myself behind the wardrobe, the weapon still hidden beneath my shirt. The girl stood by the bed, pretending to straighten the sheets, her face calm—like an actress who had lived through that scene a thousand times. I admired her courage, even knowing she was trembling inside, just like me.Footsteps. One. Two. Closer.The doorknob turned again… and then the door closed slowly, without anyone entering.An unbearable silence filled the room. One second. Two. Three.“It was just someone checking the hallway,” she whispered. “But we have to go now. Or we’ll never get out.”I sw

Lily MontgomeryThe greenhouse glass was fogged up from the cold and our ragged breathing. Sasha was trembling beside me, her eyes wide, her skin pale. I could smell the strong scent of herbs and damp earth, but also the metallic taste of fear in my mouth.Crouched behind a bench full of pots, I clutched the revolver, so tightly my fingers had gone numb.“He’s going to find us… he’s going to find us…” Sasha whispered, barely audible.“Shhh…” I pulled her close, pressing a finger to her lips. “Trust me. We’re getting out of here alive. All three of us.” I squeezed her hand.“Three?”“I’m pregnant,” I breathed out, like it was a nightmare I hadn’t fully accepted.But the truth was, even I didn’t trust myself at that moment.My heart was pounding so loudly I could swear the armed men outside could hear it.I looked up at the glass ceiling. No stars. No moon. Nothing.“If you’re really out there… listen to me,” I whispered, closing my eyes, praying. “Anything. A sign. Protect me and this