All Chapters of The Captured Mafia Bride: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lyla's POVI circle backwards, making sure I can see Xiomar from any angle. Attack him. “Come on,” he taunts, “we don't have all day.”With a giant smirk in my face, I drop low, stretching my legs out to bring him to the floor.Xiomar jumos in a flourish, grabbing hold of my ankle. I twist, trying to kick him in the jaw with my other leg and he catches that one too.“This isn't a close contact match,Lyla,”he says sternly. “I want to see how much weight your punch held.”He definitely would.With his focus two hands on my legs, I brace myself upwards with my core, landing a punch that sends his head backwards on his jaw.He whips his head back. “I may have underestimated you,”he purrs, letting go off my legs.I scramble to my feet, “My father made me do ballet. I had to stretch a lot,” I say, raising both my hands in front of my face.“Well then. I won't go easy,” he says. Suddenly, He starts running towards me and I barely had time to shift back, throwing my hands up for another punc

Emilio’s POV I was waiting for Lyla to come out, her used panties in my hand. “Fuck me,” I breathed in. Why did she have to smell so good?My girl came out with a pink towel wrapped around her, her black midnight hair falling to her waist. The water had brought out its natural waves, making her look like an Arabian princess.“What are you doing, Emilio?” Lyla inquires, resting her body on the bathroom door.She looks tired, her eyes showing her fatigue. Her pale skin was covered in water droplets and she smelt heavenly.“Just waiting for you, little bird,”I grin. Lyla rolls her eyes, walking to stand between my wide open legs. I touch her soft skin, running my hands up the back of her knee.“That was nice. Thank you Emilio. You're very kind.”Kind.“You really think so?” I say, peeking up at her. Her lashes are so long and full. The short curly pieces. I wanted to touch them. “Yes, I do.” She says, touching my beard. “You don't think you are?”I bite my lips, thinking of all the adj

Lyla’s POV “Lyla, Lyla wake up.” What was happening? “Lyla,”Xiomar taps my thighs. I fell asleep? “Hey,” I groaned, turning in the bed. “What's up?” “Let's go. We're all going out tonight.” “Where?” I sigh, getting up from the bed. “To the gym,” he says, grinning. “It's midnight, X.” “Yeah, I told you I wanted to take you somewhere. We're all going together.” I walked to the wardrobe, pulling it open. “Any dress code?” “Comfort, if you please.” He leaves me alone in the room. Hmm, comfort. I do not want to show comfort tonight. A few minutes later, I walk down the stairs. The three brothers are there. Achilles was back from work and he has changed into a pair of jeans and a green T-shirt, his full sleeve out tonight. Xiomar was dressed in his usual black colours, while Emilo wore the tightest pair of leather pants I have seen, with a vest that was unbuttoned, his scars making his skin beautiful. He whistles as he sees me, making his brothers turn. “Fuck,

“My challenge today,” Daniel says with a sick grin on his face, “os aimed towards no one but the famous Draghi heir,” his gaze finally lands on mine. He smirks, taking I. How tight my arm is wrapped around Achilles own.“Achilles Draghi.”No.“You must not accept,” I beg, tugging on Achilles arms. He doesn't look at me, his eyes locked with Daniel's instead.“Please talk some sense into your brother,” I turned to Emilio, tears gathering in my eyes. “He could die.”“He can't reject this fight little bird,” Emilio says, defeat in his voice. “He can't reject it.”Achilles removed my hand from his body and stands up. “You can't be serious,” I gasp. “What sort of pride is this?”“If he rejects it, people will think we are weak. Whispers, attacks, just imagine that,” Xiomar makes way for his brother to pass through. Achilles doesn't even bother turning back to look at me, like he already knows I am in pain.He finally gets to the middle, facing Daniel. He looks up at the fake clown and spit

Lyla's POV“Achilles,” I stuff my mouth full with a bagel. “Good morning, little bird,”Emilio placed a kiss on my temple.“We're late,” I mumbled, chewing my breakfast. “He insists on taking me there.”Xiomar grunts. “You still have training.”“No, I don't. I am not putting myself through that. Not today.”“Baby girl,” Achilles finally came down stairs. He was dressed so casually today, his full sleeve on display.“Let's go,” I grab a bagel that I had stuffed with eggs and bacon. “This is yours.”“Thank you.”“So, boutique then doctor's office?”Achilles smirks. “Boutique, then home. I'm fine.”“You're insufferable.”“Twat.”I sauntered in front of him, entering his Aston Martin. “Cook,” I said, wearing the seatbelt.“I know right?”“What does a girl have to do to drive exotic cars?”“Be pretty,” he replied, flashing me his full grin. “So I aren't pretty enough?”“Manageable at best.”I hit his arm,causing him to burst out in laughter. “Ouch, you pack a mean punch,” he said.“Which bo