Semua Bab The Captured Mafia Bride: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Lyla's POVKatarina stands at the entrance to my room. “Here,” she thrusts a bag at me.“Thank you so much,” I tell her, taking it from her hand. She avoided my gaze. “Look, you probably think I am a slut, I'm not. These men kidnapped me,” I sigh. I just want to have a friend here and she seems nice.Katarina looked at me. “They would't do such a thing if you didn't deserve it. And you are the daughter of the despicable Russo,” she spat back. My papa seems to make enemies everywhere.“I may be Russo but I'm not like my papa.”She hisses, “I don't care,” she turns away, clearly telling me what she feels about me. I sigh and close the door, not bothering with the lock.She did get nice stuff for me though. Some jeans, tops, sweatpants. Just like I had asked for. She got me make up too, which I was very grateful for. The concealer would help hiding the bruises I had.I wear a black half cut top and a grey sweatpants, pleased about how low it hangs down my waist. Emilio had wanted to play

Lyla’s mouth opens slightly in shock. “I'm so sorry.” I study her face, looking for signs of pretense, but there's none. “It's fine.” I grunt, standing up and taking the plates to the sink. My mom and sisters. My heart beats.I wasn't able to protect them that night. All they had done was go to the church to pray. I close my eyes, gripping the edge of the sink tight.*“Don't be too long, Mama,” I shout out, knowing whenever she sets foot in the church, it could be hours before she comes out. “Emilio, my child, I want to go pray for the souls of your brother and you. I do not like these decisions you are taking,” Mama retorted, steeping down from the car. Ever since she found out my brother wanted to go back to the Mafia, she had been grumpy all day.“You know, Mama left that life for a reason. And you guys want to drag her back into it,” my sister says, giggling. Her twin and she were the carbon copies of my mom. “Mama knows we need to do this.” I reply, hanging my head in shame. We d

When you look outside the warehouse, you'll see an unused building. Algae clung to some sides of it, the yellow paint almost brown from heavy rains and lack of maintenance over the years. It was also in one of the worst parts of the cities, where gunshots rang daily, and gang violence was the norm. Everyone knew the rules; no snitching to the cops; nobody saw anything, and if your young died? You bury that motherfucker quietly, hoping he didn't have a debt to be collected on.We bought this place after we rose to the top, deciding that we didn't want to interrogate people where our mom and sisters would live. I was still building the house, and I wanted them to feel safe in every way. I couldn't have my mom stumbling into places because she heard screaming. She would have whacked us for bringing violence to the house.I follow after Emilio, the smell of disinfectant and the sound of a man's groans gracing my senses. It seemed Xiomar was already busy.Emilio opened the door to the room

Achilles' POV I hurry to the car, cursing the fact that I became so ruffled in front of her. I know what she's trying to do: weave her way into the hearts of my brothers and me. She is a little conniving snake, I think to myself, slamming the door hard. The road is wet; a slight drizzle had fallen earlier this morning. My itinerary for the day was simple. I had two important meetings, a phone call to make, and a traitor to catch.My phone rang. I answered without looking at the caller ID. “Hello?” I say, placing the call on the speaker phone. "You were not meant to do that,” a hushed voice whispered to me. I parked my car quickly at the side of the road. “Who is this?” I bark out, quickly sending a message to our IT guy, Isaiah, to start tracking the call I am on. He replies with a thumbs up and instructions to keep the caller on the line. “You were not meant to burst in and shoot everyone like that,” the whispered cry came back. “What do you want?” “Nothing. Everything. Except that

Lyla's POVA guard stands at the entrance to the library. He insisted on the door being open, saying something about new instructions from the boss. I just took everything in stride. I had a plan. I would escape from this place. I'm sure they already think I am a calm well brought up girl, which is what I have been trying to portray. “Get into their good graces, then you run away,” I whisper as I flick a new page to the book I started this morning.After the very award breakfast with Achilles. I took a shower and grabbed a couple of snacks I found in the kitchen. When I got to the library, a large grey bean bag, some pillows and a table with a chair were in the room. The bean bag faces the large windows and I opened the curtains, marvelling at the sight of their garden. Too bad they didn't trust me enough yet to let me out.I sip the diet coke I had grabbed, reading through the lies the male character was feeding the girl he cheated on. “What a loser,” I sigh, swiping to the next pag