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

was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from my chest, nothing about anything was making me feel good especially when my hand was intertwined with Carlos's han

na had known this was going to unfold, which was why they had been so protective, keeping me sheltered from the out

planted a soft peck on my cheek, his breath warm against my skin. "I will be back to get you

on't even have my number," I said even though deep do

ling with mischief. "I'm pretty sure that I

to see Carlos and his men still watching, their presence looming like shadows. I sighed heavily, pulled my key from my purse, and open

ted for them to drive away. The moment their car disappeared from sight, I counted to almost two minutes, gathering my thoughts and nerves before stepping outside. I hailed a taxi, my mind set on the police stat

at the station, I paid the taxi driver, my hands shaking slightly as I fumbled with the money. Once inside, I headed straight to the officer at the f

ent, assessing my behavior befo

flustered. "I'm just panicking a

e a seat and tell me what happened," he

to explain, "I'm being forced to marry someo

marital coercion; it's a serious crime. How old a

steadying as I realized I was finall

asked, "And how old is

ink around late twenti

then asked, "Your

los Mendoza," I said, trying to keep my voice

eyes. Sensing the weight of the situation, I continued, "He's very dangerous, I know, b

of my words settling in. "I think you shou

sked, my h

fense, and you may need to talk to my senior abou

epped inside, my eyes locked on Carlos, who was lounging back in his chair with a sinister smirk plastered across

ncreasingly isolated. I was about to follow him out when Carlos growled, "SIT!" His voice was low and menaci

ost. Just as I was about to make my escape, he grunted, "Don't make me repeat myself, Nala!" The weight

in the air. I could feel his intense gaze piercing through me, making it hard to breathe.

loor, feeling the heat of embarrassment wash over me. "I had n

ingly calm. "You did have a choic

myself," I managed to say, des

e asked, his eyes narrowin

cade. "From..." I started, but the words caught in my throat. I t

need is me. Though, I have to admit, I expected this from you, so I'm letting it slide this time. But next time- well, there won't be next time because you dare not report me to anyone." He stated, his voice

mination coursed through me. I gathered my courage, feeling the weight of everything I had been hold

ed with me forever. You're a prisoner of my love and there's nothing you can do about it." His voice was cold and unyielding. With that, he slammed the door sh