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

The first thing I noticed was the warmth. Not the sunlight there wasn’t much of that in this safe house yet but the steady, solid heat of a body curled around mine. I stirred slowly, my limbs heavy but grounded, and opened my eyes just enough to make out the shape next to me. Achilles. His arm was draped across my torso, careful, almost protective. I blinked against the dim morning light, still groggy from the remnants of last night’s pills, but there was clarity too, a clarity that came from surviving the worst of my withdrawal. My body no longer shook violently, the nausea had dulled to a low ache, and I could finally feel my heartbeat slow to a normal rhythm. I turned my head slightly, meeting his green eyes as he stirred beside me. There was a softness there I hadn’t seen in a long time. His face wasn’t the mask of anger or control I had grown used to; it was vulnerable, cautious. Concern laced his features, but there was also a hesitation, as if he didn’t know if he should

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. “Tell me you w

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. “Tell me you want me to leave, Lyra. Say it.” I couldn't. A tear dropped down my cheeks and Emilio caught it with his pinkie, and swiped it on his tongue. “Are those for me? Or for the

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