The Mafia's Angel: forced to be his Bride

ood out. Sweat quickly formed on my skin, which I soon realised was goosebum

of what was to come out next. Fear of

father ca

uel Curtez cuts my father off, cau

like that? Why was he so amused? Well, I did look like someone who was about to

t my father for

made an arrangement, and he will take you rig

couldn't even tremble even though they were so heavy of words to lash out. B

't, " I stopped to blink and take a sharp break in. " I don'

I say!" My father yell

oval, tears brimming at my eyes. No

ase. None of Samuel's men were standing there. If I could just make a sprint f

make a run, just in time for my father to make anoth

of a gun cracking. I froze for a second, and i turned around, and my eyes glided towards a pistol aim

o live with this fucking psychopath if he just pul

happen? Through the corners of my eyes I could see him standing helplessly,

rmal girl who went to school everyday. I'm supposed to be a normal

ce tore through my heart "in my arms or in a bo

ricity. I felt the sweat that had accumulated

me with a pistol pointed to my head. He wouldn't think twice before shooting the life out of me. I would

en from behind me. My eyes shifted to my father. At the time, I felt one of his men stopping right next

en I started losing consciousne

urs L

zling around my ears and tenderly tappi

body on my right arm as

into unconsciousness as I tried to peel my eyes open. The first thing I saw was

zzy. I gently sat up and found myself wrapped up in a pale blue dress. It was more of a really long shirt that reached

this bed, I could see the different other wa

the he

bed, slow enough to preven

efore I could step out, I remembered

ve. My father asked me to leave with him. Samuel Curtez pointed a riffle at me as I t

de open door and wondered.' Why