Todos los capítulos de The Mafia Don's Stolen Bride: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Flora stared at the piece of paper pressed against the wet glass. Her breath hitched in her throat. She looked at the man's eyes behind the black tactical mask. He tapped the glass again, urgently pointing down at the patio.Flora quickly unlatched the heavy glass door and pulled it open just a few inches. Cold rain and wind immediately swept into the bedroom."Who are you?" Flora whispered, her voice shaking."Keep your voice down," the masked man replied. He reached into his tactical vest and pulled out a small, black burner phone. He shoved it through the narrow gap. "Take it."Flora hesitated for a second before grabbing the phone. "Devon sent you? How did he bypass the guards?""He didn't. He paid me a lot of money to infiltrate the perimeter," the guard said, keeping his eyes on the courtyard below. "He wants you out. He has a mercenary team waiting two miles down the main road.""A mercenary team?" Flora gasped. "Arthur has dozens of men here. They will slaughter Devon!""That

Flora stared at the black barrel of the suppressed pistol. The cold rain hammered against her skin, soaking her hair and the heavy green dress, but she couldn't feel it. She could only hear the heavy thud of her own heartbeat and the wet sound of the guard’s blood mixing with the puddles on the pavement."I asked you a question, Flora," Arthur said. His voice cut through the sound of the storm, dangerously calm and completely devoid of mercy. "Did you really think you could outsmart me?""Don't shoot," Flora whispered, her voice trembling so badly the words barely formed. She raised her shaking hands. "Please."Arthur didn't lower the gun. He took two slow steps forward until the metal barrel rested directly against her chest, right over her rapidly beating heart."You sat next to me at that table," Arthur said, his eyes locking onto hers. "You let me risk a war with Silas to protect your secret, while you were counting the seconds to betray me.""I am a prisoner!" Flora cried out, te

"Drop the knife, Flora," Arthur said. His voice was a low, dangerous growl. He did not lower his pistol. He shifted his aim slightly, pointing the barrel directly at her right shoulder."I will do it!" Flora cried, her hand trembling against her bleeding neck."If you cut your throat, Silas will see I don't have the Finch girl," Arthur stated, his eyes cold and calculating. "But if you don't drop that blade right now, I will shoot you in the shoulder. I can tell Silas you were hit by stray crossfire. I can hide a bullet wound. I cannot hide a sliced artery."The heavy pounding on the door continued, followed by the sound of heavy metal slamming against the wood. Silas’s men were preparing to break the lock."Arthur! We are breaching the door!" Silas shouted from the hallway."Three seconds, Flora," Arthur warned, closing the distance between them. "One. Two."Flora dropped the silver knife. It clattered loudly against the hardwood floor.Arthur grabbed her left arm and yanked her away

The suppressed gunshot made a sharp, echoing thwip in the concrete bunker.Blood sprayed across the gray floor. Devon’s body jerked violently backward. He collapsed into a motionless heap, his vacant eyes staring at the ceiling as a dark red pool rapidly expanded beneath him.Flora’s fingernails dug into her palms so hard they broke the skin. Her chest tightened to the point of agony, but she did not scream. She didn't blink. She forced herself to stare at the bloody scene with the cold, dead eyes of a mafia princess.Silas frowned, stepping closer to Devon’s unmoving body. "You missed the head, Arthur. You hit his chest.""A headshot is a mercy," Arthur replied, his voice dripping with lethal indifference. He lowered his pistol. "He breached my perimeter and disrespected my territory. He doesn't get a quick death. He gets to bleed out in agony."Silas stared at the blood pooling rapidly around Devon’s torso. The sheer volume of it satisfied the old man's paranoia. He let out a dark c

 The freezing wind howled through the shipping yard, carrying the scent of salt and rust. Dozens of assault rifles were aimed and ready. The silence was deafening, hanging by a thread as Alistair Finch stared directly into Flora’s terrified eyes."Answer me, Elena," Finch demanded, a cruel, triumphant smile spreading across his face. "If you are truly my daughter... what did I say to you?"Flora’s mind raced. Her heart slammed against her ribs so hard it hurt. She felt the dull, searing throb of the fresh burn on her left shoulder. She looked at Finch’s calculating gray eyes. He was a predator. He was testing her, waiting for her to stumble, waiting for her to invent a mem