The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride
There was coarse material digging into the bridge of my nose, and I realized I had a heavy cloth bag over my head.
Oh, God. Oh, God, oh, God.
I tried to scream, but the bag smothered the sound into a pathetic, choked whimper. I had been kidnapped.
“Arya!” I managed to gasp, the name barely audible even to my own ears. Where was she? Did they get her too? I prayed she had gotten away, that she had gone straight back to Liam or, Lorenzo.
I wrestled against the ropes, but they were thick and cut painfully into my wrists. Stop fighting, Aryn. You need to know where you are.
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