Trapped in the Crime Lord's Obsession

Chapter 6 Manzoni Clan

Word Count: 893 | Released on: 04/12/2024

hands casually tucked in his pock

," the man stammered, swallowing hard. "The

hint of curiosity in his eyes. "

heir don... he's saying it was an act of war. Claims you too

brushing a speck of dust from the man's shou

dangerously soft, "which cla

," he answered, a flick

"The Manzoni clan, hmm? I've heard of their reputation. Ap

his brow. "They're demanding the girl back...

settling in his gaze. "So, he

I didn't know what to say. Thou

u'll tell the don: I'll pay for the girl and for damages. Let him

"Yes, boss," before turnin

s phone, scrolling through his contacts unt

swered after the

eed everything on the Manzoni clan, their don, their operations, s

er voice came back, steady an

**********

Anna

ke a drum in my chest. Damon had left mome

woman from earlier stepped in, holding a bag in her hands.

ere was a sincerity in her eyes, a kind of purity

made me hesitate, and for a moment, I wondered how som

lacing my voice. "Damon knew I'd let my

ltered, but

she said gently, her voice steady. "I honestly do care about you, Anna. And seeing y

t matched the rest of my clothes. At least now I didn'

I supposed to believe you're any dif

Instead, she clasped her hands in fr

ed anyone. Damon is abrasive, yes, but I... I pref

comfortable around her. It felt genuine, as if

I said, narrowing my eyes.

in a hesitant line. "Perha

ight would be dangerous, but de

too," I said, narrowing my eyes. "Why don't we

almost pitying. "You really ha

snapped, my voice rising. "T

e are afraid of him. Damon isn't just powerful-he

iliar yet chilling. "A Demon Wo

her eyes. "But that's not the point. The point is, Damon is dangerou

n. "Well, I'm glad we're on the same page abou

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“He snapped his fingers, drawing my attention as he pulled out a thick document from his bag. With a calculated flick of his wrist, he opened it, revealing page after page of official-looking text. "This," he said, voice dripping with finality, "is the marriage contract. And you're going to sign it." He tossed it in my direction, a pen rolling alongside it. "This is the price of your freedom, your life and your mother's. I want you, Completely. And once you sign, you're mine and mine alone." I stared down at the contract, a wave of defiance bubbling up in me. I turned back to him, meeting his gaze head-on. "I never asked for your help," I said, "I would've found a way to save my mother on my own. You may think you own me, but I'd rather die than marry you." I turned away, my eyes drifting to the window, wishing for any way out. A slow smile crept across his face, a smug, knowing look that sent a chill down my spine. He knew exactly what I was thinking, as if my resistance only entertained him. "Look at me," he commanded. I reluctantly turned back, locking eyes with him. His face had shifted, his expression darkened, and for the first time, true fury was etched in his eyes. "I'll count to ten," he said, his voice like steel. "If that contract isn't signed by the time I reach ten, I'll make the same call I made to pay those bills. Only this time, the instructions will be different. Your mother... your sister...they'll both be gone." He took a breath, settling back as if the threat were a mere matter of routine. "So... ONE!!" I swallowed hard, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Could he be bluffing? No, I'd seen him kill before, seen how casually he turned life and death into sports. He wouldn't hesitate. "FOUR," he counted, voice cold, unwavering. My hands started to shake. What could I do? If I signed, I'd be bound to him forever, trapped as his wife. But if I didn't... my mother and sister's lives hung in the balance. "SEVEN." I closed my eyes, fighting the panic rising in my chest. He wouldn't do it, I told myself. He couldn't be that monstrous. But even as I thought it, the doubt crept in. I wasn't sure. Then, he hit "TEN" himself.”