All Chapters of The Captured Mafia Bride: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Lyla I opened my eyes blinking. A heavy tatted up hand rested on my lower abdomen, pinning me to the bed. The sun was up thankfully, and I yawned, the soft mattress against my skin. This was, the best sleep I had had in months. “Achilles,” I groaned, tapping his arm. “Babe?” “Go back to sleep,” Achilles muttered grumpily, pulling me closer to him. I giggled beneath my breath. “It's morning.” He was completely shirtless, and he lifted his head facing me. The sun shine above him, causing his blue eyes too look much softer. “Morning.” “How was your night?” I thought about coming out to three of them about the truth. “Best night ever,” I whispered. He smiled. “Perfect. That is all I want you to experience, Lyla.” I believe him. “Until we have Silvie, I won't be at peace,” I sighed. “We'll get her back, safe and sound soon,” he said. He rolled so he was now on top of me. “In the meantime though…” “Achilles,” I laughed, feeling his hard dick through the small material of

Lyla I opened my eyes blinking. A heavy tatted up hand rested on my lower abdomen, pinning me to the bed. The sun was up thankfully, and I yawned, the soft mattress against my skin. This was, the best sleep I had had in months. “Achilles,” I groaned, tapping his arm. “Babe?” “Go back to sleep,” Achilles muttered grumpily, pulling me closer to him. I giggled beneath my breath. “It's morning.” He was completely shirtless, and he lifted his head facing me. The sun shine above him, causing his blue eyes too look much softer. “Morning.” “How was your night?” I thought about coming out to three of them about the truth. “Best night ever,” I whispered. He smiled. “Perfect. That is all I want you to experience, Lyla.” I believe him. “Until we have Silvie, I won't be at peace,” I sighed. “We'll get her back, safe and sound soon,” he said. He rolled so he was now on top of me. “In the meantime though…” “Achilles,” I laughed, feeling his hard dick through the small material of

LylaWe 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,” he said.We wal

Xiomar I dragged the small box behind me. It was very sunny now, the sky blue. Today, despite all odds might be a good day. “The plane is ready yeah?” My younger brother rolled his eyes. “How do you expect me to know?” He asked. “The only thing I care about is her.” I followed his gaze, watching Lyla kiss Horace on his cheeks. She had gained more colour in the last days, her black hair back to its shiny coat. “Magnificent.” “What did you say?” “She is beautiful,” I croaked out, opening the boot. Lyla strutted to my side. “What's that?” Xiomar I dragged the small box behind me. It was very sunny now, the sky blue. Today, despite all odds might be a good day. “The plane is ready yeah?” My younger brother rolled his eyes. “How do you expect me to know?” He asked. “The only thing I care about is her.” I followed his gaze, watching Lyla kiss Horace on his cheeks. She had gained more colour in the last days, her black hair back to its shiny coat. “Magnificent.” “What

LylaIsaiah’s hands shook around the device as the rlm fell into a deathly silence. “Sorry,” he chuckled. “Can't do that.”“Achilles,” I rolled my eyes at the pussy, “I need to do this.”Achilles studied me silently, then nodded. I took the phone from Isaiah, and dialed the digits I had learnt since I was 10.The phone rang for a second, then clicked. “Hello?”I listened to my father's heavy breathing, my throat closing up. This man, despite all of his flaws had been a very reasonable man.Until he let greed take a hold of him.“Hello, father.”“Lyla?”“Yes,” I answered. “It is me.”“You stupid child,” he hissed. “How dare you call me? You made your choi—”“You sold me to Christian,” I cut him off. “You made me his whore and worse, you,” my voice broke.“No,” he gasped. “You didn't know.”“I know,” I cried out. “How could you do that to me?”“I had to,” he sounded broken, nothing like the strong don I knew. “I had to, he said we should all have a taste.”“That is why you raped me alon