Todos os capítulos de BOUND TO THE MAFIA LORD: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

OLIVIA“You stupid wretch!”Nelly smacked me hard across the face, making my head tilt backward from the hit. I winced silently, refusing to let her see how broken I was within.She was furious. And I couldn’t tell why or what had happened. She held a long whip in her hand, something different than what they’d used on me for days.“You think you’re smart?” She grabbed my chin forcefully, her nails digging into my skin. “What are you trying to do? Huh? Talk!”“N…Nothing,” I whimpered, feeling her hot breath against my skin.She chuckled. It was nothing warm or pleasant. It was cold. Mocking. Infuriating.Without another word, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. Nelly had struck me with that whip—thrice.“N…Ne—Nelly.”I cried, unable to clutch my stomach with my hands. It was unbearable having to experience such pain. My insides twisted like something was melting, like I’d been stabbed repeatedly.I feared for my baby.Her cold hands brushed my skin, lingering and tracing my jawline. She

OLIVIAFreedom? No. I wished today was the day I’d be free.Nelly was getting her happy ending—getting married to the man I loved more than anything.And me? What about me? My baby was going to be ripped out of me while I’d sail against my will to another country.My mother? My sister? What would happen to them? I’ll tell you—absolutely everything!I wished I hadn’t set foot in New Orleans.My life began to fall apart after that very day.Nothing felt different this morning. Darkness hovered above me like a familiar cloud I’d already gotten used to. The air had a smell that made it almost impossible to breathe.The bruises on my body were exposed and had gotten deeper, and they stung me with each passing second.I was closer to death’s door than it looked.Axel had promised to come back for me, but he wasn’t anywhere around. Sitting in the corner, and with my back reclined against the wall, I sobbed. I sobbed with all the heaviness that gripped my heart tightly.Who would have thoug

AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI.“What the fuck—”I didn’t finish the sentence. My fists were already moving before I could control myself.The man closest to me barely had time to turn before my knuckles collided with his throat. He went down choking, scrambling across the floor like an animal. I stepped over him without looking back, my shoulders squared as I kept walking in slow, intentional steps.My eyes were on the table—on Olivia.She was pinned down, wrists restrained, and dress torn open at the seams. Her skin was bruised, her chest rising and falling too fast, like she couldn’t quite get enough air. Her lips were parted, trembling, a broken sound stuck in her throat. She forced her lips open, squealing softly.“Axel…” she whispered.That sound rewired something in my brain, sending cold shivers down my spine.The second man froze when he saw me. He was older. Calm in a way that made my skin crawl. One hand was still gripping Olivia’s leg, holding her in place like she was an object.

OLIVIAPain shot through me like hot wax poured over my skin. Seeing the blood—my blood—covering the table and trickling to the floor made my eyes brim with tears.But that wasn’t the worst part. Donatello had called me Ms. Moretti. And he was urging Axel to tell me whatever they were hiding.“A…Axel?” My lips trembled. “What’s he talking about?”He averted his gaze, fists clenching as he tucked his gun away. I kept my eyes on him, desperate for answers.“Aren’t you going to tell her?” Donatello pressed, lighting up another cigarette. “Or do you need someone to do it on your behalf?”“I told you to back off,” Axel snapped, then he turned to me, hastily cupping my cheeks with his slick hands. “There’s nothing to talk about, Kitty. Let’s get out of here. We need to get you to the hospital.”“Not so fast,” Nelly chipped in, still holding her gun. “You’re not leaving. Not until you tell her the truth.”Nothing was making sense in my ears. I darted my eyes around the trio, my confusion gro

OLIVIAI lurched backward, staring at the two lifeless bodies on the ground—the people I’d shot without thinking twice.Axel’s body sprawled on the floor, not moving, covered in a pool of his blood. And Donatello fell on his back—eyes wide open, bleeding from his head.“What have you done?!” Nelly screeched, crawling over to her father’s body. “Y-you murdered my father.”My vision blurred with tears as I stared at Axel’s body, then the gun in my hand. Memories of us—laughter, arguments, and promises—flashed.Fear clawed at my chest, twisting into something heavier. Cold shivers ran down my spine, reigniting the guilt I’d shoved down.I’d murdered two men.The word echoed in my head, loud and suffocating. Murderer. Not a victim. Just another monster drenched in blood.I’d become exactly what I hated.“I—I’m sorry,” I apologized, retreating as a sharp cramp seized my lower abdomen. “I didn’t mean to… He wasn’t going to let me go. ‘’Nelly wailed, her screams piercing through the air. I