Forced Into The Mafia King's Embrace: A Prisoner Of Love

g to clear the disorientation as I coughed violently, gasping for air while my eyes darted around my surroundings only to realize that

ied to a chair, my wrists bound tightly behind me. Desperation surged through me as I thrashed against th

I opened my mouth to retort, but the memories came rushing back-Jose, the dark alley, the men, the

"Shut up!" The force of his words made me flinch back into the chair, my heart racing. I

that it would be bad for me, and from the way he was looking at me, I could already feel the pressure of being utterly helple

"You're gonna find out soon." His eyes narrow

hat do y

ill soon find out so jus

ght only provoke him further and it did because he lashed out at me growling "Shut the fuck up, just shut up!" I was taken aback by

e I wasn't familiar with, but I guessed it was Spanish. As they conver

couldn't help but ask "

he decisions," h

s the boss?" Just then, a gust of wi

ing like wild beasts. They screeched to a halt, and as the driver stepped ou

ross his forehead, giving him an effortlessly stylish look. His ocean-blue eyes seemed to pierce through the dim light, holding a depth that was both captivating

que hidden beneath the fabric. The way he carried himself made it clear he was not just any m

the, caught in a whirlwind of emotions that left me both terrified and inexp

w my name?" I stamme

o look up at him, but for some reason, I felt a wave of intimidation wash over me, making it hard to meet his gaze direct

e face him. "I know everything, and I

ne knew I was here to meet Jose so how did he kn

, his smirk widening. "You're not supposed to be h

he mean

and I couldn't find the words. Al

lovely. I would like to marry you

nd racing to process what he ju

ay no because it's not a question but a statement. I will marry you, but if you don't want that, then my men