Todos os capítulos de The Captured Mafia Bride: Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

LYLA We came down the stairs, Achilles’ hand firmly on my waist. Horace’s voice thundered from downstairs. “You will stay here.” “I will not,” I heard Isaiah scream back. “I am not interested in this,father, I do not want a part of what you do.” “What exactly does your uncle do,Achilles?” I whispered. Achilles didn't respond, instead, we walked into the tense dining hall. “Hi,” I greeted Horace. The older man was stilling down at the end of the table, clutching his seat like he wanted to fling it. “Hi, Lyla,” he gave me a strained smile. X and Emilio were sitting down too. I walked to them, sitting in between the both of them “What’s going on?” “Just Isaiah and his father's usual antics.” Achilles gave his uncle a firm nod. “Lyla,” he cleared his throat, “I have decided to help you.” “Oh really,” I gasped. “That is so nice.” “Yes, yes, you see, I do not like the crow, and no offense, I hate your father.” “None taken,” I beamed. “I kind of feel the same way.”

Lyla We landed after an hour. Emilio was still off, his eyes hazy but when I tapped him, he gave me a small smile, then looked forward. Achilles was worst. The strain between him and Isaiah was practically stinking up the car as we drove to the safe house that Horace has gotten for us. “When are we reaching out to your men?” “We already started,” Achilles replied. “Isaiah manged to get intouch with a few loyalists, so we are meeting them tonight.” “I want to do something,” I said. “I need to do something.” “Well, you're doing enough.” That was not enough. The car parked in front of an iron gate. Achilles climbed out, walked to the gate and brought out a key pad..I watched him type in some numbers, them the gate slid open. Xiomar drove the car inside. “We're here.” What Horace called a safe house was a duplex. It was nothing as fancy as their former house, but the stylish modern duplex was so large. Achilles opened the front door. “I'll pus in codes for everyone soon,

Achilles POV Xiomar and I had switched behind the wheel. I rested, claiming my eyes for a while but sleep did not come. Who was still my ally? All the calls I had made ended up cold. I had just one choice, a choice I did not want to make, one I made ten years ago and had never broken my promise. "We're going to meet him." Lyla is sleeping in the back. "Is there no o 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

Aries loud sobs echoed in the dark. "What if you die?" I smiled.. "Aren't we glad we met then? maybe if you have kids, you name them after me or something." "I can't," she croaked. "Eli removed my womb as a punishment once. I refused to sleep with someone and he—" "There are many ways to have kids, Aries. Now hush, you don't want to draw attention to us." Achilles hovered in the background, but our time was up. "She needs to leave now. so they don't get tracked." Emilio stood by Aries. "Hey kid." She looked up at him, teary eyes, bright green eyes. "Hey." "I got a little something for you," he said, bringing out a small knife. It had the mark of a skull on it, and it was as black as her painted nails. Aries took it carefully. "Want me to cause trouble with these?" she asked. "No. I need you to be good. Where you are going, it's a place you can love and be free. Forget about this life. If we survive, I promise, we'll be back for you. If trouble comes though, I need yo

LYLA’S POV ​ The man grabbed me by my forearm. “Follow me,” he hissed. ​ I glanced back at my men. “Where will you take them?” ​ “None of your business,” he hissed, dragging me into the large house. “But don't worry, I won't kill them. Not yet.” ​ I swallowed. Emilio had called him his uncle, and Isaiah called him father. I thought he was an orphan. How come he— ​ “Do you know who I am, young girl?” ​ I shook my head. “No. They never spoke about you.” ​ Isaiah trailed behind us. “There was a reason for that, Lyla,” he answered. “My father is—” ​ “My son is dead,” the man hissed. “He died the day he ran away. I do not know you.” ​ “Father, please,” he begged. ​ “Get lost,” he said. “Before I shoot you.” ​ I watched Isaiah slink away. “You should not scream at your child like that,” I said. ​ The man glared at me. “We're going to my study.” ​ I walked behind him. “Your house, it's beautiful.” ​ It was almost as big as Christians. “Thank you,” he said. “I got i