All Chapters of FORCED MARRIAGE: The Italian Mafia's Obsession : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I woke up the next morning with an excitement I had never felt before. I was going back to the United States, even if only for a few days.I walked to the closet and opened the door. The row of clothes hung neatly: beautiful dresses, silk blouses, elegant skirts, all gifts from Luca.I opened the bottom drawer. There I kept some of my old clothes that I still had from Mexico. Comfortable clothes, clothes that did not make me look like the wife of an Italian mafioso.I started packing my suitcase. Some blue jeans already somewhat worn. A plain white t-shirt. A black leather jacket already used. Some white sneakers that were no longer so white. Clothes that made me feel like myself, not Mrs. Vitale.I folded them carefully and put them in the small suitcase I took down from the top of the closet. I felt happy. I felt excited.The bedroom door opened.Luca entered. His black suit was already impeccable. The white shirt, clean. His hair combed back. His face, cold.He looked at me, then l

My chest rising and falling rapidly. My lips still burned from his kiss. I looked at him with eyes still full of anger.“Do you think kissing me is going to shut me up?” I said, my voice still hoarse.“I only do what needs to be done.”“You can’t solve every problem with kisses.”“I’m just trying to get you to stop screaming.”“You…”He kissed me again. This time softer, but just as dominant. His hand, which had been holding the nape of my neck, slid down to my throat, then to my shoulder, then to my waist. His warm fingers traced over my body beneath the thin fabric of the blouse I was wearing.I trembled, not from the cold, but from his touch. Even though I was angry, even though I hated him, my body kept responding.“Luca…” I whispered between kisses.“Quiet. Don’t talk. Let me feel you.”His hand rose from my waist to my back, then to my breast. His fingers touched my breast through the blouse, feeling its shape, brushing over my already hardened nipple.“Aahh…” a moan escaped wit

I woke up from my brief sleep still feeling tired. I sat on the edge of the bed, rubbed my eyes, trying to gather the little energy I had left.Luca wasn’t in the room. I heard voices from the living room, and there was a female voice.I got up and walked toward the door, opening it a little. In the living room, Luca was reclining on the sofa, half-naked, with only a towel around his waist. His hair was still wet. He had just showered.Beside him, a woman was massaging his back. She was beautiful. Her long jet-black hair pulled back. Her oval face, with high cheekbones and almond-shaped, penetrating eyes. Her body was slender, wrapped in a very tight short red dress. She massaged Luca’s back with trained movements full of confidence.I watched them from behind the door. I didn’t feel anger or jealousy. Then I went back to the bed. I took my phone and opened Instagram, scrolling aimlessly, looking at photos of old friends, former colleagues, people whose lives seemed perfect.I envied

The car stopped in front of a skyscraper in the center of Manhattan. The glass windows shone, reflecting the morning sunlight. Luca got out first, then took my hand and helped me out. The handcuffs on our wrists jingled softly when I moved.“Are you seriously going to take me to a business meeting like this?” I asked.“You already agreed.”“I agreed to come, not to be humiliated in front of people.”“They’re not going to humiliate you. You’ll just stand beside me.”“But…”“Quiet. We’re here.”He intertwined his hand with mine and walked toward the building entrance. I followed him with awkward steps, trying to hide the handcuffs under the long sleeve of my blouse, but it was useless.As soon as we entered the lobby, all eyes landed on us. The employees walking by stopped for a moment. The receptionist looked at us with eyes wide open. A man in a suit talking on the phone almost dropped his phone.Luca didn’t care. He walked confidently, as if nothing were strange. Me beside him, with

We arrived at the hospital about an hour later. The old white building, with its large windows, was still the same as I remembered it. I looked at it from inside the car, with my heart beating hard. This was the place where I used to work. Where I spent sleepless nights, saving lives, crying in the bathroom and laughing in the cafeteria. The place where I used to be myself.Luca took my hand. "Are you okay?"I nodded. "I just miss it.""Let's go."He helped me get out of the car. We walked toward the hospital entrance. I still remembered those steps.As soon as we entered, a nurse at the reception looked at me. I didn't know her. She must have been new."Good afternoon, how can we help you?""I want to see Dr. Sarah Davis. Is she here?" I asked.The nurse looked at me with doubt. "Who is looking for her?""Camila Mendoza. I'm her friend."The nurse raised an eyebrow. "Camila Mendoza? Dr. Camila Mendoza?""Yes."The nurse smiled. "One moment. I'll call her."She disappeared behind the