All Chapters of The Captured Mafia Bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I froze, my heart rate increasing. “Shit,” Xiomar said behind me, seeing my father. Everything sounded disgusting far away as I looked into the same emerald eyes I had, the man that raised me for twenty two years who I had not seen for the past two months… “How is he here?” Achilles asked, “his name was not in the list.” Emilio snorted out. “Fuck that, he's talking to that bastard Brody. He had to know what was happening.” My throat closed up as my father lifted myhis drink, sipping it while listening to Brody. A young woman I did not recognize was hanging on his arm, staring at him adorably and I felt puke creep up me with how young she looked. Rafael Russo was furious and I was the bane of his anger. He said something to Brody, the stupid agent still had that grin on his face and then, he placed his cup in a tray passing him, walking towards us. “He's coming, he coming,” I panicked, clutching Emilio's arms. The woman holding my father pulled him back and he stared at her

Achilles POVI stood in front of Rafael Russo, making sure he cannot see Lyla again.“Draghi,” he snarled in his thick accent. “Mr. Russo,” I replied back, “what a pleasant surprise meeting you here. I wasn't aware you were close to any government officials.”My blood boiled underneath my suit. This silver haired man was not dead only because he was her father. “Return her.”.”Return who?”He hissed. “My daughter.”“No no, and why should we do that?”Rafael looked too much like her, same haunting green eyes. “She is mine. I gave birth to her.”“You do not think a young lady should have her own agency? I am pretty sure Lyla has made it clear she wants to be with us.”“You know,” he interrupted me, “when Donovan told me he saw her with you. I couldn't believe it. I trained my daughter well. No way she would be sucking worthless Italian cock.”“Careful there,” I smiled at the guests that last us. “You do not want to insult me.”“You stole her from me.”“I believe the correct term for tha

Lyla’s POV I splashed water in my face, sucking in a deep breath. The bathroom is deathly silent. My face is still tinged red and my eyes still wide, hazy with the intense orgasm I just had.The door opened slightly. “Emilio, I am fine, I'll be out soon,” I said, needing to wipe my face off.The door closed and I assumed he left. When I raised my head up, I was looking into my father's eyes.“Lyla,” he said, his eyes going up and down my body.“Hello, father.”“You look like a cheap whore.”I cocked my head to the side. “You should know what they look like, seeing you have one on your arm. Tell me, does my mama know you are outside, frolicking with girls younger than I am?”My heart beat so loud in my chest, but I kept my gaze trained on him. He looked disappointed.“I thought you were dead, you know.”“Would you have missed me?”“No. But I would have killed in your name,” he replied. “Well, father. I am waiting for the day you die.”Rafael laughed. “Those men, those thieves have fil

Emilio’s POVDust. Darkness. Dust.“Emilio, Emilio open your eyes.”A solid slap landed on my cheeks. “Emilio, brother, open your eyes.”What is happening?“Achilles?” I was confused. “Where are we?”“Fuck you think he has a concussion?” Was that Xiomar?“Why does my head hurt so much?” I groaned, grabbing it in pain. “Open your eyes, brother. We need to get out of here fast.”Where was it?I struggled to open my eyes slightly. Everywhere spun, my head hurting. “Fuck shit, let's lift him up.”There was rustling then two sting hands held on to me. “One, two, three.”They groaned, lifting me up from the floor. “Fuck you're a heavy fucker,” Xiomar said.“What's going on?”“The hall got bombed.”A bomb?Suddenly, everything rushed back to me. “Lyla,” I screamed. I tried to walk but I collapsed immediately. “Why can't I walk?” I hissed.“We need to get you to safety, you took a large hit.”No fucking way.I glanced down at my pants, seeing everything soaked with blood. “Did I lose my foot

Emilio’s POV Dust. Darkness. Dust. “Emilio, Emilio open your eyes.” A solid slap landed on my cheeks. “Emilio, brother, open your eyes.” What is happening? “Achilles?” I was confused. “Where are we?” “Fuck you think he has a concussion?” Was that Xiomar? “Why does my head hurt so much?” I groaned, grabbing it in pain. “Open your eyes, brother. We need to get out of here fast.” Where was it? I struggled to open my eyes slightly. Everywhere spun, my head hurting. “Fuck shit, let's lift him up.” There was rustling then two sting hands held on to me. “One, two, three.” They groaned, lifting me up from the floor. “Fuck you're a heavy fucker,” Xiomar said. “What's going on?” “The hall got bombed.” A bomb? Suddenly, everything rushed back to me. “Lyla,” I screamed. I tried to walk but I collapsed immediately. “Why can't I walk?” I hissed. “We need to get you to safety, you took a large hit.” No fucking way. I glanced down at my pants, seeing everything soaked with blood.