All Chapters of Unbound: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

LUNA | ONE WEEK BEFORE THE ENGAGEMENT PARTY“The rumours got worse.” I heard my father’s underboss, Jacob, say. I pressed my ear closer to the door, trying to hear what my father was saying.“Damaged goods. That’s what they have been calling her. Mila heard her cousin’s daughter gossiping about Luna, about how she ran away from home, slept with a stranger in a bar and got pregnant. That’s why Elio’s son rejected her.”Sweat formed on my forehead. The rumours are really getting worse. My father was still silent. Even though it was highly impossible, there was a small hope, hanging by a thread that he would defend me, defend my honour.All heard is a snicker, “Women. They are such a hassle.”I am sure he looked at the photo of my mother hanging on the wall when he muttered, “The bitch can’t give birth to a man.”As much as I wanted to storm inside and educate him on how it’s his chromosomes that decide the gender, I stayed silent.“We need to act swiftly.” He continued. “I would rather

LUNA“Why aren’t you fighting?”I could tell him about a hundred moments where I fought and failed. I could tell him about the hundred attempts where my voice was cut off, and my hands were restrained. I could tell him about all the times I fought, and fought, and fought just to lose before a man.I could tell him many such things, but he would hardly understand any of it.I still didn’t look at his face. But actions are enough to judge a man. And the deep voice is a beast.My fingers itched to tug the fabric around my neck.I want to breathe.I felt his eyes on me, watching me, scanning me. So I held my hands in my laps, ignoring the sting on my wrists, the ropes left.Instead of answering, I observed the room around me.A velvet bed, heavy curtains, and a gilded mirror filled the room. It was dressed to look elegant, but no amount of expensive furniture could hide the lingering scent of perfume, cigarettes, and misery.The man abruptly got up and my body scooted back involuntarily.

LUNATwo heads snapped at me. Two pairs of Amber eyes zeroed in on me. Oh shit! They are brothers.Which means Sandro is the Alessandro. Matias is the younger brother. He is just a kid whom my father tried to abduct and failed miserably two or three months ago.How did I know?I eavesdrop. All the time.My mom taught me that it was bad manners when I was a kid. But when you are living in a jungle, it’s important to improve your listening skills.Listen for the weather.Listen for the threats.Listen for the warnings.Listen for the signs.Just listen.Don’t talk.It was Alessandro who turned towards me first, and I finally got to see my kidnapper.If I were walking on a street and passed by him, I would immediately recognise him as some mafia don.He is tall, has broad shoulders, furious eyes, and a bulky body.And he is ancient. As in, he is a millennial with a capital M.I thought they were going extinct soon.He looked... twenty-eight? Twenty-nine? Somewhere around there.Old enoug