บททั้งหมดของ The Captured Mafia Bride: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Lyla’s POVChristian laughed as the glass wound up. “Aww,” he said, wiping my tears away. “Are you crying for your precious?”I do not reply. “Where are we going?”“You seem confused about our agreement,Lyla. You don't ask questions, you just do what I need. Understood?” he snarled, grabbing my face.“Yes,” I murmured. He held my face for a long time, his eyes scanning my face. “Good,” he said. “When we get to our destination, you will know.”The car was blacked out, so I could not see anything. “Take your shirt off,” Christain suddenly said. “Come on, be fast.”I raised the shirt that Eli had roughly shoved down my body earlier. My chest was exposed and bruised. “So this okay?”“Mmmm,” he muttered underneath his breath. “You have to take care of what is mine, Lyla,” he said, touching my ribs. I hissed when he pressed a sore spot. “This would not do.”“Christian,” I cried, “stop.”“When we get to the mansion,” he continued, ignoring me, “you're going to prove to me just how much of a

My eyes felt so heavy, like stones pressing down on them, but I forced them open. A sharp sting of sunlight cut across the dank room through the slit in the boarded window. It burned, searing against the back of my skull. I blinked rapidly, the world coming into focus only to blur again, a sickening carousel of light and shadow.I lifted my head, though the movement felt like dragging an anchor across the floor. Every bone in me groaned. My wrists jerked slightly, and the chains rattled, a cruel reminder. The cold metal dug into the raw skin where I’d pulled too many times before, the wounds half-scabbed, half-open. My lips cracked when I tried to wet them with my tongue. My throat was dry, paper-thin, tasting of dust and iron.A shadow moved. My breath caught in my chest.Someone stepped into the path of the sunbeam, blocking the light, and for a heartbeat, I thought I was dead. His frame filled the room, familiar, impossibly familiar.“Daddy,” I whispered, my voice shredded, breakin

Lyla’s POV “So,” Christain sipped his drink. “I'm feeling generous. Talk to me,” he nodded towards Daniel.Daniel cleared his throat. “My brother was killed a few months ago. The Russo's were seeking partnership with us, recently we had been suffering losses, due to the presence of the Draghi brothers. But they killed him that day, and his insolent wife followed them.”I gritted my teeth. “Oh,” Christian chuckled. “You mean this wife?”I felt the mask fall from my face. Daniel’s eyes widened as he saw me, his lips quivering. “How?”“How what?” Christian smirked.“How did you get her? Her father said she was dead.”“Well, her father asked me for help you see. He got very pissed when he saw her at some party. So I helped him. Obviously, this is just one of the prices I claimed for myself, but he doesn't need to know that.”Daniel swallowed. “This bitch,” he hissed. “I sent my men to help her. They killed them.”“Well, Lyla is under my training now you see. She's my pet, aren't you, Lyl

The basement stank of mold and rust, the kind of place where voices didn’t carry far and screams would die against the concrete walls. I’d picked it for that very reason.Detective Brody sat strapped to a metal chair in the middle of the room, sweat soaking through his cheap shirt. His hands were bound tight, wrists turning purple, ankles lashed to the chair legs. His eyes followed me everywhere, wide and nervous, like a rat realizing the trap had already snapped shut.I cracked my knuckles, pacing slow circles around him. Every inch of me itched to beat the truth out of him — to make him choke on every lie he’d spun while pretending to be useful.“You thought you could get close to us?” I asked, voice low but sharp. “A dirty cop sniffing around, acting like he belonged. You thought we wouldn’t notice?”Brody swallowed, throat bobbing. “I wasn’t— I never—”My fist lashed out before he finished. The crack of bone meeting flesh echoed through the room as his head snapped to the side. He

Agent Brody’s POVThose damned cursed brothers. I stumbled wildly in the woods, my entire body cut up. My mouth was swollen, and I couldn't see clearly from one eye, but I kept pushing forward. I heard a rustling and moved faster. The knife I had stolen from the girl was clutched tightly in my hand, her blood still on it. Stupid bitch thought she could fight me? Even though I was badly injured, it was still very easy to overpower her.“Fuck,” I groaned when I hit a rock, my body tumbling forward. I crashed badly, my barely healed wounds ripping open. I would definitely suffer a concussion or an infection after this, but not now. Not right now.I stood up and looked down. I was naked, so I had to look around for something, anything that can stop the bleeding in my arms. I sighted a rope and I ran there, crossing the weak wool multiple times over my wound, trying to make it hard enough to catherize it. It was rough work, but it would do.Think, Brody. Think.I had to get away from here