บททั้งหมดของ Born in Mafia Blood: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 16

It's been about four days since Cara's engagement party. I thought I'd be able to put that night behind me, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I almost lost my life and it has me pondering on what I should be doing with my life. I've spent these last four days holding up in Dante's room. I haven't left the room, considering I really couldn't leave. I mean I wasn't a prisoner, but Cara convinced me to at least stay until my wounds healed. My hand hurt and was still healing day by day. My bruises were starting to fade, but my body was still littered with blue and black marks. My neck was the worst and I could still see Rocco's fingerprints etched into my skin. He was still torturing me, even from the grave. Dante has given me space and hasn't come by to see me. I'm sure when I'm sleeping he's stopped by, considering I always smell his cologne lingering in the air after I wake up. I have no idea how he was doing--which shouldn't have been a concern of mine, but some

I was suddenly awoken by the sound of Cara's chirpy voice surging through my exhausted state. "Wakey, wakey!" She practically sang, "It's time to get up!" "No!" I protested, feeling overly exhausted from the lack of sleep I received last night. My dreams were plagued by a certain Don, no matter what I tried to do to forget about him. All I could do was picture how that scene in the kitchen should have finished, if I didn't push him off of me and run away. The dirty things I dreamed about last night, should have been a crime. God, my whole existence should be a crime. I had dreams of Dante's face in between my legs as he devoured my needy cunt inside-out. Then I had dreams of Dante shoving his monstrous cock into my mouth and speaking such dirty things to me, that it made me cum. The icing on the cake was the way Dante pried my legs apart and shoved his thick cock inside of me before completely ruining me on that kitchen counter and eventually releasing his seed and having

“I’m sorry, Bella.” Cara apologized as I helped her into her magnificent dress, “I only lied because I didn’t want you too leave right away.” “Mhmhm.” I hummed flatly as I zipped her up in the back. “Seriously Bella.” She whined, “I’ve missed you so much and I just wanted you to stay so we could hang out and catch up.” “Damn, the zipper won’t go any further.” I hissed, making Cara freak out. “WHAT?!” I snickered, “Just kidding.” Making her glare at me through the huge floor to ceiling mirrors that surrounded us. “Now we’re even.” I huffed before taking a step back and admiring Cara in her wedding dress. Cara made a good decision in choosing Ocean to design her wedding dress. She looked extraordinary—like a true queen at a royal ball. The dress was massive and I mean massive. It was made of the finest fabric and was the perfect definition of a princess dress. The bottom of the dress flared with lots of sparkly tulle like fabric. The bodice of the dress was str