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“I'll pay off my father's debt. I-I'll work… as much as I have too just please, let me go” He suddenly dropped the ice pack on the bed next to me as he grabbed my face between his thumb and index finger. “I don't think you understand the situation you're in… Olivia. You've been sold to a ruthless mafia King and you really think begging will change anything?” I felt a tear betray me as it ran down my cheek. “You are mine now, to use as I please.” He brought his head to the crook of my neck, getting a good whiff of me.

“I have no business with a confused gender.” My breath hitched, but I forced myself forward, rage hardening my voice. “At least I’m not wasting my time manipulating people.” His boots thudded against the floor as he closed the distance, towering over me. His fingers caught my chin in a brutal grip, tilting my head up. His breath fanned against my lips as he hissed, “Don’t play mafia games here, little girl.” I smirked, even though my chest was pounding. “You let Bianca play the game, and you think I can’t?”

He wanted her spirit crushed so thoroughly that she would thank him after every punishment. One handwritten note from Marco himself, dated three days before the wedding, made bile rise in Elena’s throat: “Elena Vitale will be my masterpiece. The perfect Vitale princess on her knees. I’ll mark her so beautifully she’ll never forget who owns her. By the time I’m done, she’ll crawl to me willingly.” Tears streamed down Elena’s face. The papers shook violently in her hands. All this time, she had believed Marco was simply a typical cold, power hungry mafia heir. But he had been planning to turn her life into a slow, calculated hell.

He smirked arrogantly upon my words. “Puppet,” he smirked repeating the word. “That sound interesting, maybe we can try that.” He narrowed his eyes on me without any intention to break the contact. I felt suffocated been jailed in his arms. “Who are you actually?” I asked whilst my eyes scanned tattoos that covering his arm till his chest. “I’m a mafia, love.” He confessed and I can felt his breath fanning on my face. The word ‘love’ that he used doesn’t sound romantic but on the other hand, it sounds scary. Mafia, not someone that I ever expected in my life. He was my nightmare! ******************************

I scream, scrambling backwards on the ground, my breath coming in broken gasps as I stare at the bodies lying around us, blood spreading beneath him, seeping across the floor like it has a mind of its own. That's when I shut my eyes and cover my ears, continuing to scream outloud as tears spill from my eyes. I don't know what I ever did to deserve this, to be betrayed by my fiancé at my own engagement party, only to be kidnapped by a mafia leader, and now becoming caught up in a war I never signed up for. If this is how I go... then I'll die knowing that I did everything in my power to be good, to live my life to a certain standard...

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Then he looked at me with an expressionless face, the heat in his eyes suddenly gone, replaced with a harsh coldness. And then the reality came crashing down with full force. I got carried away by the pleasure and intense desire, forgetting exactly who he was. Scar. The mafia don. And I was just his mere captive who he was eventually going to kill. Or like he usually reminded me, who he wasn’t going to kill until he had his way with me. And I just let him. A shaky exhale left my lips as I wished I could pull my dress down and cover myself from his eyes.

"No way out. You're the mafia bride that trapped in his love." ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

But Anna’s terrified eyes met mine. “No,” I said firmly and louder this time. “Let her go.” He smirked at me. “You are foolish, girl. I’m giving you a chance to live. Leave now. You don’t want to mess with the Cruz Mafia.” What the fuck! Cruz mafia? Anna had told me about them on our way here. They are the second biggest mafia in the country. “Oh God,” I whispered. “Please,” I pleaded as I came closer, “let her go.”

"I have every right to do as I please with you because I own you, and your Rosa must have made you come here to pay her debt." "Debt? That's impossible," I angrily shouted, panting heavily. "Nana can never owe a monster like you, let alone have anything to do with one!" "Your Nana, or should I say the infamous Donna Rosa, former mafia lord and leader of The—" Kael began. As Kael's words echoed in my mind, I felt like I was drowning. My Nana, a mafia lord? It couldn't be true. She was always so kind, so gentle. Could those same hands have pulled triggers, and ordered hits?