All Chapters of The Captured Mafia Bride: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Lyla's POV achilles drove us into the abandoned parking lot. it was so quiet, but the air was cold and still. "Everyone out," he growled. I jumped out of the back of the jeep, still feeling a bit sore. Emilio slid out behind me, and Aries came down afterwards. "Where are we?" I turned to Achilles. "Did you do it?" He grunted. I guessed he was still angry but we did not have that luxury right now. "Aries?" The young girl scanned my face. "What is happening?" I held her shoulders. "When I met you, I thought I would hate you. I hated everyone in there, and I was certain, it would apply to you too. I will be honest, even when I let you out, I had hoped you would die. I thought it would be better, than them finding you again." A tear slid from her eye.."Lyla No—" "I am so glad you didn't run away. I am so glad that because of you, I got saved. Deciding to add you to my plans was the best thing I could possibly have done," I sniffled. From the corner of my eyes, I saw

Emilio’s POV Lyla’s head was on my lap. She was making cute baby noises, and I watched her sleep, stroking her hair. “We will be there soon,” Xiomar said from the front. He had taken over driving from Achilles after God knows how many miles, forcing my elder brother to rest. I peered outside. “Do you think we would be accepted?” Xiomar said nothing. Isaiah glanced up, looking at me. “Geez, I'm his son,” he hissed. “He can't hate me that much.” I narrowed my eyes at my cousin. “You told him we were coming right?” Isaiah looked away. “What does telling him mean exactly?” “Did you tell your father we were coming?” “Seeing you three betrayed him, and refused to return home, I did not,” Isaish shrugged. “I am sure he would not be so angry.” Holy fuck. “We are entering into enemy territory,” I hissed. “You did not tell your father that we were coming?” Achilles woke up. “What's going on?” “Isaiah lied,” I hissed. “No, I didn't,” he cried out. “I just left out a few th

Xiomar's POV "You just had to run your fucking mouth," I hissed at Emilio. "Huh? Could not keep quiet?" My uncle's men still had their guns trained at us. "Move," the guard said, pressing the tip of the gun to my head. I got up slowly, and walked in a straight line behind Achilles. He was oddly quiet, yet ilio was still laughing and taunting the guards. They took us to a small tower behind the main house. "Go in," The guard said. The three of us entered insider the cramped space. When I heard the sound of the click, I moved. "You stupid bitch," I hissed, grabbing Emilio by the throat. I slammed him hard against the brick wall, while he laughed. "Calm down," he wheezed. "You're killing me." "I should smother your asss," I screamed back. "Do you know what the fuck you just did?" "Let him go X." I turned to my elder brother. "Why? He is always being a stupid punk." "Just let him go," Achilles sighed and slid down the walls. He brought out a packet of cigarettes and

Lyra’s POV I got up from the table abruptly. “Can I go inside?” I said, my voice barely coming out in a whisper. “Sure, are you okay?” Achilles asked, looking at me in concern. “Yeah, I just need to rest a bit._ I left them behind, but the truth was Emilio’s words had rattled me to my bones. Yes, this men had touched and owned me once, but would they still want me? I know they have already seen my scars, but I couldn't let anyone in right now. Before I could shut my room door, a hand stopped it. “Are you running away baby girl?” “Emilio, leave her alone,” I heard Xiomar shout from the end of the hall. My dark night is leaning against the door, waiting for an answer from me. “No, I wasn't.” “It seemed like you were. What a pity that would have been,” he hissed. “You had so much fire in you.” Rage built in my heart. Before I could control myself, I slapped him. “Yes,” the sick bastard hissed. “That fire.” He grabbed me by my arms and slamed my door behind me. “Te

XIOMAR’S POV “Do you think it's safe to let him go in there?” I asked Achilles for the tenth time. My brother glanced at me. “Emilio always brought out something in her. If Lyla is serious about going after Christian and her father, she needs to snap out of whatever is wrong with her.” He did not lie. I hated that he didn't, but I nodded. “Okay.” Soon, the noises coming from her room quieted down. “It seems whatever he is doing is working,” I commented. “Let's talk about something else,” Achilles said. The gunshot wound he suffered was almost healed up, and he looked fairly alive. “Let's talk about Sienna.” I grabbed my cup of water. “What about her?” “Set her straight,” he hissed. “She is crossing a lot of lines with Lyla, and I would soon slap her.” I nodded. “She's leaving soon.” “How soon?” “Today,” I replied. Isaiah walked into the dining room. “I have news,” he announced, holding his laptop as he sat down. Finally, I stood over his shoulder, watching what he showed us