Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Captured Mafia Bride: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Lyla’s POVMy honey I know, you belong to me in the stars, and tonight you belong to me.Alexi sang that horrible song multiple times from the top of his voice. I cringed badly, unable to tell him to shut up because of the Gaga in my mouth.He paused. “What was that?”I kept my face neutral, making sure he did not see any reaction. “You have something to say?”Nothing.“You stink,” he squeezed his nose. I wanted to bite it off. It was a pity that he tied a piece of handkerchief across my face. “What? Say something bitch.”“Alexi”The chauffeur was back. I did not know his name yet, but he left me regularly with this mad man. “The doctor is here.”A short burly man came in behind him. “Oh poor girl. Please, she needs the hospital, she looks so young.”“Where did you get him from?” Alexi frowned. “Kidnapped.”The chauffeur faced the doctor. “You remember what I told you yeah, treat the girl, fix her and your precious grandbabies get to see another day. I can't deliver her like this and

Achilles POVThe Rusty bar was the meeting point for the Russos and their official ground. It was also considered neutral for most bases.I have realized a few mistakes I made in my take over. The older men were jealous, weak and threatened. I thought fear would be enough to keep them in their heels, locking our shit.I was wrong.Our men surrounded the bar, each one prepared for war. The signal I am waiting for is not here yet.Soon, a girl wearing a fake Jimmy Choos and a sleepy pink strapless gown sauntered out. She walks in zig zags, drunk or drugged out of her mind, her right arm completely tatted.I hid in the shadows waiting for her to make contact with our informant.Gabriel Suarez was in here.It was not hard getting information on the second man in the Russo Family. He loved to drink, was a woman beater and a heavy gambler. He was a Spanish man that bought his loyalty from the Italians by betraying his gang. He and Rafael go way back and I knew he would be the perfect captur

Lyla’s POV “Get up bitch,” the chauffeur kicked me. I had been curled around the doctor's body for two days, his beady eyes haunting me. “Let's fucking go.”He picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. Since the doctor died, I had not been fed so I felt severely dehydrated. My hair hung down to the floor, the smell of vomit and blood choking me.He dropped me down suddenly, throwing me into a small room. The shower came on. “Stop,” I screamed, alarmed. “Make it stop.”“Shut up, bitch”I cried under the water, my entire body seizing up. Mud and blood trickled off me, turning the water brown quickly. “You better fucking wash up. The mistress wouldn't like to see you dirty.”He left me alone after throwing a bar of soap on me. My hands found the soap and I scrubbed my hair, not closing my eyes even when I felt the harsh sting. Pain meant I was still alive, and I was willing to cling on to it.The door opened again and Alexi stood there. “Bitch take those fucking clothes off. Have a p

Emilio’s POVI tugged the ski mask over my face, wincing as the bruise hurt me. “Who do you think it is?”“Shit, I don't know. We need to leave here soon though,” Achilles shrugged.The three of us stepped outside. My gun was firm around my waist, and I had a dozen knives strapped to my body.“Gentlemen,” Agent Brody raised a megaphone high, his sunglasses reflecting into my eyes. “Please vacate the premises.”I can feel my brothers stewing next to me. The feds were here, at our door. “No.”“This building is being seized by the federal government,” that was useful information. Was the government involved in the blast too? “Please leave peacefully.”Achilles grinned. “Go get it.”I smirked, walking away to the garage. I had always wanted to play with my new toy, but Achilles refused vehemently. Something had unlocked in my brother, driving him crazy and I was going to welcome and fester that demon in him.The bazooka was heavy as I hauled it on my shoulder. “He's got a fucking bazooka,

PART TWO : LYLA’S CHAINSLyla's POVThere was a crack in my wall. It was barely visible but whenever I pressed my body hard against it, I could see it. The room was empty, other than that. I opened the curtains and closed them a million times, wondering if I had finally descended into hell.It had just been a day, yet I was running mad.The corridors echoed into my room, so I heard the heavy footsteps before the person got there. I quickly rushed to the springy bed, waiting.The door opened. A bald man, tatted in every spot including his head stood there. He was extremely short, maybe four feet and ten inches.“You're the new girl,” he asked me, his gray eyes perusing my face. “Yes,” I replied, swallowing nervously.“Get up.”I did as he asked, still covered in mud and dirt. “You stink,” he said angrily, like it was my fault. Like Eli had not dragged me here, wherever it was.“Follow me.”I followed the man out, stepping into the corridors again. It was brighter now, and I could see t