Todos los capítulos de bound to the ruthless mafia king: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 8

My hands were tied behind my back. The zip ties bit into my skin every time the car hit a bump. I tried to move my legs, but they felt so heavy like something was holding it down. The sedative was still in my blood."She’s awake," a voice said.It was a deep voice. Not the one from my apartment. This one sounded older, rougher.I tried to blink, but the black hood was still over my head. I couldn't see anything."Take it off," another voice ordered.The hood was ripped away. The sudden light blinded me for a second. I squinted, my eyes watering.I was in the back of a massive, midnight-blue SUV. The interior was all black leather and chrome. It was quiet. Outside the tinted windows, the city lights were a blur of neon and grey. We were moving fast."Where am I?" I croaked. My throat felt like I’d swallowed sand.The man sitting across from me didn't answer right away. He was huge. His suit jacket looked like it was struggling to hold back his shoulders. He had a scar that ran from his

The sun wasn't even up when the heavy thudding started on my door.“Isabella, get up."It was Enzo. His voice was muffled by the thick wood of the bedroom door, but I could hear the impatience in it. I pulled the silk duvet over my head, trying to pretend I was back in my cramped apartment with the sounds of the city outside. But the air here was too clean, and the bed was too soft."Go away," I croaked."The boss is waiting. There’s a dress on the chair. Put it on. You have fifteen minutes."I sat up and looked at the chair. It was a cream-colored silk dress, simple and elegant. It looked like something a bride without proper planning would wear; it was so obvious that one amongst these men chose this dress. I hated it. I hated that he had chosen it. I hated that he knew my size.Some minutes later, I walked down the grand staircase. My heels clicked against the marble, a sharp, lonely sound in the quiet house. Luca was standing at the bottom, dressed in a charcoal suit that made his

The silence at the table was so heavy. The four men stared at me. Angelo, the one with the white beard, looked like he wanted to spit on the floor. He didn't like that I had talked back. In his world, women were probably supposed to stay quiet and pass the wine.Luca didn't say a word. He just leaned back in his chair and watched me. There was a tiny spark in his eyes. It wasn't quite a smile, but it wasn't the cold stare he usually gave me."A Romano," Angelo finally said. He picked up his wine glass but didn't drink. "You have the nerve of a Romano; I’ll give you that. But nerve doesn't pay debts. Nerve doesn't bring back what your father stole.""I told Luca already," I said. I picked up my fork. My hand was steady, even though my heart was hammering. "I don't have the diamond. I don't know where it is. If you want to spend the whole dinner talking about something that's lost, go ahead. But I’m here to eat."A younger man sitting across from me laughed. He had slicked-back hair and

I didn't need an alarm clock the next morning. The sun had barely started to turn the sky a pale grey when I heard the heavy boots in the hallway. I stayed on the bed for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling. My encounter with Enzo in the garage had changed things. I realized that thing wasn’t the way I thought it to be, it was different.I got out of bed and walked to the closet. I didn't reach for my old hoodie this time. I mean, why would I? If I was going to walk into a high-security bank as the wife of Luca Moretti, I had to look the part.I chose a simple black dress that fit perfectly and a pair of boots that looked like they could handle a run if things went wrong.There was a knock on the door. It was Maria. She looked nervous as she handed me a cup of coffee."The Boss says you have ten minutes," she said. "The cars are already running in the driveway.""Tell him I’m ready," I said.She turned to walk away, “and Maria.” She paused.“Thank you for your help the other day; it