All Chapters of The Mafia's Don Plus Size Bride : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I stared at Marcus, panic flaring wildly in my chest. what ever I say now would sound like a convenient lie. The situation was a thousand times worse than I had ever imagined.I glanced at Kate. She was wide eyed, tears spilling over the black tape on her face, trembling violently from Marcus's raw outburst. I looked away quickly, tears stinging behind my own eyes. I did not know how much longer I could stall him. Marcus looked mentally unhinged, his mind frayed to the breaking point."Do you know what it feels like, Lorenzo?" Marcus sobbed, his shaking voice echoing off the concrete walls. "Do you have any idea what it is like to watch the only two people you cared about get murdered while your best friend just stands there watching?""Oh God Marcus no, please," I pleaded, taking a cautious step. "I was young, new to the Mafia! I was helpless! I could not have done anything to stop my father!""Liars!" Marcus screamed, his face twisting in agonizing pain. "You were not helpless! Look

~ Lorenzo ~The force of the explosion blew the entire roof off the building. The shockwave slammed into us like a solid wall, lifting Kate right off the concrete floor and throwing her across the dirt yard.I was lifted off my feet at the exact same second, flying backward before landing heavily on my spine. Sharp, excruciating pain shot up my back, knocking the wind completely out of my lungs.I forced myself up immediately, my chest heaving as I sprinted toward the spot where Kate had landed. The heat radiating from the burning wooden beams scorched my face, but I did not give a damn."Kate!" I roared, my eyes watering from the thick, black smoke hanging in the air.When I reached her body, my heart stopped cold. The hem of her shirt and her trousers were literally on fire, bright orange flames creeping up her legs.I entered full panic mode, dropping to my knees and beating the flames with my bare hands. I ignored the searing, agonizing heat burning the skin on my palms and forear

~ kate~I stared up at Lorenzo, holding his gaze while my heart pounded wildly against my ribs. I was not entirely sure of what I was saying. I had passed out on that cold on the grass when that bomb went off, I didn't even feel the oainy, but for a brief moment, I was sure I had been semi-conscious. I had felt his hands peel off my bloody clothes, and through the haze, I had heard his voice crying out promises."I love you Kate" it had made my day, even though my subconscious I could have been imagining the whole thing, but I knew Lorenzo. If it was true, he might never say it again, not in front of me not ever. So I had decided to play this little game, and looking at him now, it seemed I was right.Lorenzo turned beet red in the face. He cleared his throat loudly, his dark eyes suddenly darting everywhere else in the room except at my face."I... I um, you should focus on eating Kate" he said firmly, looking at everything in the room but my face, I had to press my lips together to

Lorenzo stepped deeper into the bathroom, his dark eyes locked on mine. I had never really stood in front of him stark naked like this before. The heavy silence made me feel completely exposed, my skin tingling under the warm spray.I took a small step backward, my heel slapping against the tile softly . Lorenzo matched my movement, taking two slow steps forward for every step I took back.Soon, he was standing right outside the glass door. He opened it without breaking eye contact and stepped inside, taking in my glossy figure as the soap lather slowly slid down my skin. He stepped completely into my space, forcing me to retreat until my back hit the cool tile wall.I stopped moving, staring up at him, my heart hammering wildly in my throat. Lorenzo raised his hands, his warm palms cupping my skin gently, his thumb tracing a slow circle against my shoulder."Lorenzo," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I I'm pretty sure I can bathe myself, actually I….""Shhhh, Kate," he murmured, his

I stared at the four of them, my mind racing as panic surged through my veins. Lorenzo was nowhere in sight. My heart beat wildly against my ribs, and my immediate instinct was to turn and run back toward the private elevator. I took one slow step backward, my fingers reaching blindly behind me. "Come and take a seat," Lorenzo's father commanded, his stern, rasping voice cutting through the silent room like a blade. I froze instantly. I looked at everyone seated around the long table, desperately praying that Lorenzo would walk into the room. At the far end, Camilla blew into a silk handkerchief, emitting a dry, pathetic sniffle that sounded completely fake. "Sit," the old man repeated, his icy eyes fixing onto mine. "I do not like repeating myself." I tightened the belt of my robe around my waist and slowly walked toward an empty chair near the foot of the table. I knew with terrifying certainty that if I turned my back to run, he would put a bullet through my spine before I ev