Romans & histoires Kidnapped By The Mafia

"Heaven, it's a complicated situation. I don't owe them money; I owe them a bride." I stared at him, confusion and disbelief mingling on my face. "A bride? What are you talking about?" He took a deep breath before explaining, "Years ago, I made a deal with the Turkish mafia. They wanted a connection to our family, and in return, they offered protection and influence. The deal was sealed with an agreement that one day, I would give them a bride." My heart raced, a sense of dread settling in. "And that guy, the one who just threatened us, is he...?"

They already know what he is capable of. “I tried to run,” I admit, my hands tightening in my lap. “But his men got me and brought me to him. That’s when they kidnapped me and brought me back to his mansion.” The word kidnapped feels strange here, like it belongs in a police report rather than a conversation with another Don, but I say it anyway. “That’s when he told me he was part of the Mafia,” I continue, my voice wavering slightly despite my effort to stay composed. “And that he was the Don.”

I sneered, hiding the dessert bag away before he could steal more from the bag. Marcelo laughed, it was the most humourous laugh I have ever heard. He took a large bite of the cupcake and licked his lips. Smiling wickedly. "You really think being in the Mafia doesn't involve stealing, abduction, and all the good stuff?" "It's funny when you said the word 'abduction' with a straight face." I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "And who the fuck say those are good stuff?" "The Marino brothers." He shrugged, grinning.

The place that I can never call home. I tried so hard to run away from him, but it was in vain, he always caught me. But that didn't lessen my will to leave. I was adamant to leave him and the mafia behind and find shelter somewhere far away. But that didn't happen. My dad and the Italian mafia were rivals. That's why, he signed me off to marry the Italian mafia boss, Lucio Mercanti. I was going to marry another mafia boss, another abuser. I was afraid and tried to find ways to leave before I get married.

I suck in a breath, knowing that I'm about to be hit by the weight of my husband's suffering. "It happened twelve years ago when I had just turned eighteen. I had two other siblings, Maria and Juan. Maria had also turned twenty when our grandfather announced that she had been betrothed to the Spanish mafia heir. Maria was a stubborn young lady but after fighting with grandfather over his decision for hours, she finally succumbed but decided to have fun one last time before she would sign away her freedom."

He said: "Olivia, you run, I catch. You run as many times as you want—I'll find you every single time." I tried seven times. The first six, I only made it as far as the docks before they dragged me back. The seventh, I waited until he left for a meeting, used three months' worth of sleeping pills to knock out the guards, jumped a wall and cracked half my ribs, then crawled onto a seafood delivery truck. That was how I got out of that city. New name. New passport. Three countries. Ended up in Italy. And somehow, of all places, I ran into him in Chicago.

Jameson piped down and frowned at being called out. “But I can’t reject this part of the will like Armani said and—” “And you need our help to do something illegal?” My eyes widened in shock. “No, it’s not illegal,” my heart began to race, thumping heavily in my chest. It felt like it would burst at any second or I would collapse to the floor. “It’s my dad. He was kidnapped by some rival mafia, and they are demanding that I give them a document containing names of some people...”

"Is he dead? Is my father dead?" "No. He was taken and will be returned after you wed Fabian Belucci." "Who took my daddy?" My tears spilled. She wiped them with her thumbs. "Tell me! Let's go to the police! Why are we not going to the police?" "Mija, these people own the police. Your father was taken by the Mafia." Dio! Chris and Frank were right. I am a Mafia bride! "They came in the middle of the night... a dozen armed men. They beat up anyone who got in the way and took Giovanni. I don't know whether you understand this mija but you are a Mafia Bride. You can't run away from it. The only way out is if we all die. If that happens, we will be free but everything we own goes back to the Maf

Amelia would sit beside her father on the barstool, her small hands helping him with simple tasks, and her mother would join in the laughter, her eyes shining with affection. Life was idyllic until a dark cloud loomed over their happiness. Thomas, faced with dire financial circumstances, sought assistance from a local mafia figure in their neighborhood. In an unfortunate turn of events, he was unable to repay the borrowed money on time and fell into the clutches of the ruthless mafia. Amelia's world shattered when her father was kidnapped, and their lives were forever altered. The anguish that enveloped their home was suffocating, the absence of her father's laughter a painful void. The fami

He paused, taking a deep breath and I only placed my hand on the side of his chest, feeling his heartbeat against my palm as I rubbed my thumb back and forth, trying to comfort him as much as I could while processing the info he would give me. "We never knew each other at that time. We were just the kids of two wealthy bastards, they however, did know and loath each other and they… fucked up big time. They fucked to the point where their sins reached us, their children until the got you, me and Jack kidnapped by a mafia organisation." My breath hitched as I tried to understand his words. Dad and Dante screwed which resulted in us and Savaş being kidnapped… Was that event the same one that ha