Semua Bab My Mafia Rival Brother-in-Law Is in My Bed : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Marco's answer comes instantly, cold and lethal."You should have stayed in your grave, Julian. Coming into my territory was your second mistake."Bianca's entire face drains of color."Ju-Julian…""Sì, baby. Did you really think I'd let you get away?" Julian asks menacingly."No..." Bianca's voice trembles. "No... He's going to take me, he's going to kill…" Fear consumes Bianca. The memory of her father with a bullet in his chest, eyes staring into nothingness flashes through her mind...Her legs weaken as she backs away, trembling. "No… no…""Bianca… are you with me?"Bianca looks into Marco's eyes, tears welling in her eyes."Marco… he's going to kill me; he's going to kill us all.""He won't!" Bianca looks at him, panic filling her eyes. Marco grips her face, forcing her to focus on him. "Look at me."She does, trembling uncontrollably."I won't let him touch you." His voice drops, hard and certain. "I'll tear this whole place apart before I let anyone lay a hand on you."In an in

Bianca:~~~The roar of the engine is deafening, swallowing the sound of my own ragged breathing.We aren’t in a secure SUV.Luca had dragged me out the back doors of the cathedral and thrown me onto a sleek, terrifyingly fast sports motorcycle. Now we are tearing down the mountain highway at a speed that turns the trees into streaks of green and black.My arms are locked around his waist, fingers digging so hard into the fabric of his suit that they cramp.My wedding gown whips violently around my legs. I quickly gather the loose layers in one hand, tacking them tightly between my thighs.One wrong piece of fabric caught in the rear wheel could send me off the bike. Only when the fabric is secured do I lock both arms around him again.Suddenly—Bang!A loud metallic pop cuts through the wind.I flinch and look over my shoulder through the visor of the helmet Luca shoved onto my head.Three black motorcycles are closing the distance fast. The riders wear dark tactical gear. Gun barrel

Luca slams on the brakes, the car skidding to a sudden stop on a dark, deserted stretch of dirt road surrounded by thick woods. I don't wait. I fling the door open and jump out, stumbling into the tall grass by the tree line. I have just squatted down, desperately managing to relieve myself, when the sky opens up. Rain comes down in a violent sheet. Freezing water lashes my face and hair, soaking through my wedding dress within seconds. The heavy satin clings to my skin, cold and heavy. Shaking uncontrollably, I finish as quickly as I can, gather the drenched fabric, and sprint back toward the car. By the time I reach it, I'm soaked through. I climb into the passenger seat, water dripping from my hair, my veil, and my sleeves—everything pooling onto the leather beneath me. Luca says nothing. He simply puts the car into gear and drives, the air conditioning blasting from the vents. Cold air hits my soaked skin like needles of ice. I wrap my arms around myself as my teeth begin

Dinner is an agonizing, silent affair.I sit perched on the edge of the stool, spine rigid, staring down at my plate as if the food might somehow protect me.Every bite is forced.I chew mindlessly, barely tasting the food, and swallow with effort, forcing down each bite despite the tightness in my throat.My appetite is gone, replaced by a restless knot of nerves twisting in my stomach.The air in the dining room is thick enough to choke on, heavy, charged, and dangerous.I keep my hands moving, lifting my fork, cutting another bite, reaching for my glass—anything to keep my fingers occupied.Anything to stop them from trembling.I refuse to look at Luca.But I feel every pause he takes to look at me. His intense gaze seems to burn through my skin, making it impossible to forget that he's watching.I keep my eyes fixed on my plate instead, chewing slowly and swallowing carefully, pretending I'm perfectly calm even as every nerve in my body screams otherwise.The only sounds are the o

Before my hand can touch the brass handle, Luca’s body is already behind me.His arms lock around my waist.A gasp catches in my throat as he yanks me backward until my bare back is flush against the hard, solid heat of his chest. My pulse explodes, every muscle in my body going rigid."You can't run from this," Luca whispers darkly into the crook of my neck, his lips brushing my skin with every word. "You're mine. Just accept it.""No…" The whimper escapes me, weak and broken.‘Not as a substitute,’ my mind screams. But I swallow the words. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing how badly that word has cut me.His hold shifts. In one swift movement, he spins me around to face him. My back meets the door.Then, his thumb drags roughly along the line of my jaw while his other hand tangles deep into my tangled hair, tilting my face upward until I have no choice but to meet his eyes.I stare into his gray eyes.They're wild. Unsettled. Almost as if he hates what he's feeling."