THE MAFIA'S MISTAKEN BRIDE

ine'

ms, making me wake up with a sta

ll find myself in the room, the prison he

on, doesn't it? That's what I was made to believe but not anymore. Thi

oo. And I am t

rying sessions I had in his car before he sen

scan the room until it falls on the meal on the stool befor

go back to Chicago. I want to go back to my previous life. T

ess in

tle but I am

ntly, making me alert as I look around, wond

he other side of the bed, squatting to hide m

ough to make my imagination go wilder than ever before. He is enigmatic and strange. He wear

eeling that there is trouble knocking and I

burglar i

me this way. Always be alert for any sudden loud s

of my life, forcing me to move from one neig

I can no longer hear any sound. For a second, I

oud grunt pierces the air followed by

recognize even

vil's

, resounding nearby and forcing me to drag my long sh

thought of a burglar or kidnapper coming in here. The security is

so I need to know what it mea

gly, the

e locked but the amazing part is that there are no guards

y the guards aren't outside my door. My curiosity is at its peak now as I st

e when an idea s

ca

s a chance for

e no guards around unlike how they were swarming aro

side? Having a meeting? A fight?

still

, where will I go? How c

will I make it out of New York safely

d there thinking of the idea of escaping

tles me back to life but before I

d shivers down my spine. His voice is cracked, unlike how fluently and

ning brightly makes me see his face clea

just

nd suddenly falls to the ground. A shriek es

call out as t

His suit is off, revealing the first sh

out o

hat I am

isper as he closes his eyes, looking vulnerable and in pain

o brought me back to the mansion que

ar in their

but falls back and groans in

ok? What

ouds of pain lies anger. I don't know if it is a

d he go after sending

ook up at the two men above,

ng until the doctor arrives", I try to hide the fear clawing

shut. I have a feeling he wants to sa

s shirt out. He seems heavier than he looks so I look above

m on one of the sofas. Without me asking,

Fear consumes me instantly, overshadowing my concern an

his eyes go off and on like a fluctua

ng?" I ask no one in part

Why did I help him? I hate him, don't I? What if

gment on their faces. I don't want to read any meaning into their expressions. I just need to pray

of relief leaves my mouth and

y eyes

, the door is thrown open and I flutter my eyes open to see a middle-aged man

of relief sur

yer to tell me this is