All Chapters of The Captured Mafia Bride: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Achilles POV “Where to next?” I drove us out of the parking lot. “Hmmm,” Lyla looks out of the window. This side of town is very pricey. I remember times where I wouldn't be welcome here, now, I fit in like a large piece of the puzzle.“That should be okay,” she points to a high-end designer shop.“Go in,” I urge her once I parked the car. “Do you have something to do?”I smile. “Go inside, Lyla.”She snorts and goes down, her hips swaying softly in the skirt she had in. I love how often she showed her thighs, our mark on her.“Hello, talk to me.”“It is as we feared,” my cousin says. “She's their wife.”I closed my eyes and counted slowly.“She signed the documents herself?”“Yeah. Two weeks before the actual marriage.”Fucking Russo “You have to give her back, Achilles.”I hung up, not seeking advice from anyone. “Fuck this shit,” I tuck a gun in my pants. In case anyone wants to dance with the devil tonight.“Hi,” I smile, greeting the sales attendant. She looks at me and blinks

Lyla's POVI rested my head on the window glass, watching the trees move with us. Achilles hasn't said anything to me, which I am entirely grateful for. I couldn't handle a world without my sisters.We get to the compound and X is driving in ahead of us. He steps down from his car first, holding a box in his hands.“Hey,” X came to my window. “Hi,”” I replied tiredly. “You good?”I wanted to sob. I wanted to scream.“I need to breathe.”I came down from the car and walked into the house. “Little bird,” Emilio called as I passed him.“What is wrong with her?” I heard X asking Achilles but I did not wait, running for my room instead.I don't care what they say or do, I would get my sister out. Tonight if possible.I grab a trash bag, sighing heavily. “I would need money,” I whispered. Good thing I still had my wedding jewels. Those would last us both for at least a month.We could go far away. Maybe Cuba.Europe. Far enough to put these madness behind me.Someone knocked on the door. “

“Ride my face baby girl,” Xiomar said from beneath me. I lowered myself slowly on him, feeling his nose connect with my clit.“Fuck,” Achilles grunts as I took him deeper into my mouth, the bulbous head of his dick repeatedly hitting my throat. I sucked on him, sounds of pleasure reverberating through my body while Emilio tugs on my nipples, occasionally pinching them.“Fuck, you taste so good,” Xiomar's muttered, his tongue going deep inside me. I clenched around the soft muscle, aching for more..“Oh my God,” I took in a deep breath, my hips moving without my control. “I'm going to come,” I threw my head backwards, the orgasm went up from my legs to my hair in my head, shaking me vigorously as I wept and begged for mercy.“What a slut,” Achilles hissed, stroking his fat cock in front of my face. “You loved coming on his face?”“Yes Daddy,” I opened my lips as he tapped the head of his dick in them, sucking the pink cap and focusing on it..Emilio licked my body, and I felt a pressur

Xiomar’s POVSomething is ringing. I turned my head to the side of the bed, still groggy with sleep. The sound became louder.“Ouch, turn it off,” Emilio groaned, wrapping his hands tighter around Lyla’s sleeping body.I opened my eyes slowly,picking up the phone.“Hello?”“Boss,” a hushed voice whispered. “They're here, come urgently please.”Fuck no.“Achilles,” I tapped his thigh. “Achilles.”“What is it?”“Wake up.”Emilio gets up, wearing his pants.“What's going on?” He asked, his voicemail like steel. “They're people at the dicks,” I whispered back, not wanting to wake Lyla up.Achilles looked down on her sleeping form. “Should we leave her here?”“I think we could,” I murmured, dragging my own clothes on. “I figure we have thirty minutes to get there.”We leave together, Achilles locked the safe room. “She'll be okay,” he said.I went into my room to grab my weapons. A gun, a sling hammer and a grenade.When I'm back to the hallway, Achilles has donned a suit, his hair gelled

Lyla’s POV“Lyla,” Papa stood at the entrance to my room, his brows drawn. I made sure I did not raise my head up, scared because I could smell the breath of alcohol on him. “Lyla,” he screamed, rushing at me. I folded my body as I felt his fingers dig into my skin.“Help, help, help.”My eyes flew open with panic. “Oh my God, oh my God,” I sighed, falling back on the bed. “It was just a nightmare, little bird.”Emilio was on his side next to me. “It felt real. Like it was something that had happened before.”“You cried for help.”I turned to his back, staring at the nape of his grey hair. “Really?” Emilio turned around too, and I peered into his blue eyes. “Yes, you were a wreck. What haunts you other than me, little bird?”I was about to reply when my eyes caught something on his hands. “Is that blood?” I asked, perplexed.“Good morning, baby girl,” Achilles strolled into the room. He looked like a Greek God, his sweatpants low on his hips. His tanned skin glittered with the sun, t