Sinful Intentions( The Mafia lord second wife)

thing felt off. Something was very very wrong. The darkness in her room felt like it was alive, its presence suffocating her, blinding her with fear...Aurora's heart pounded in her chest like a dru

. "Let me go! Let me go!" she screamed, her voice almost gone from the struggle. She was pulled into a room, her knees buckling as she fell before a much larger and scarier figure. He looked like he was sitting on a large chair, a throne. She could not really see his features, because he was covered in smoke. The masked figure bowed, removing his mask to reveal is face "Master, here is the general's daughter," he said, with a trembling voice. The figure on the throne, spoke in a low, commanding tone. "Fascinating! She looks exactly like Brielle. Salvatore, Take her to Marisol and tell her that her mom is back." "Yes Master" the masked man now known as Salvatore said and bowed. Aurora's eyes widened in horror as she choked back a sob. "Mom? Me?..." She was too confused to understand. "Follow me" Salvatore instructed and she followed after him, utterly scared and confused, till they stopped at a door. "Marisol!" Salvatore called but no one replied. "Marisol!!!" He yelled. But still no voice. "Hmm..." Salvatore sighed. This child...master's daughter has been like this for two years. It began when she lost her mom." Salvatore spoke. "She is scary, acting out her grief in the worst ways... she hits everyone that comes too close or rubs her the wrong way. Nobody can reprimand her or fight her back or they will die by the master's gun. She is the apple of his eyes..." Aurora shuddered at the thought, but she also knew none of what he had just said explained why she had been kidnapped from her bed. "Yesterday she pierced one of the maids in the eyes with a pen..." Salvatore whispered. Aurora's eyes widened in fear. "How old is she?" She asked, her voice sounded firmer than she expected. "Marisol is 8 years old" Salvatore spoke. "Jesus!" Aurora exclaimed, involuntarily clutching the rosary still dangling from her neck. "You don't have to be scared. You just have to act like her mom...She was a sweet child before everything happened. "I don't understand. You brought me here, to lie to her? To tell her that I'm he