Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

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a part of me thought it was father and that thought was enough to send a chilling fear sliding do

ing in my throat whoosh out a relived sigh on seeing my younger brot

he quietly got in and closed the door before t

o my bedside, he shrugged with a sly grin before h

gushed out and I cracked a small s

ling until next year?” I asked because he was only fifteen and train

ng people were supposed to be proud of, but it was a huge deal for boys in the mafia since they were going to be needing all the sly skills they can lay their hands on to become someone big in t

was and he smiled shyly, his dimples peaking out cutely

ds the end of his sentence and dug out the said snacks from his pockets before pushing them into my hands. I grabbed his wrist before he could pull away, “Won’t you get into trouble for this?” I ask

almost immediately. “Thank you so much, Angelo.” I said to my younger bro

at such a young age, when I was fifteen, I sure as hell w

iece of cookie I was about to insert in my mouth at the last second

rt feeling sad and heavy in my chest. I ran my fingers against the cookie bag half h

uestion any of his decisions and that thought alone was enough t

n why the hell did he had to purpose to give you to him in replacement for the debt he owed.” Angelo snap

ing in my ears. Angelo’s mouth fell open f

ing my eyes bite with the te

I didn’t think he’d actually give you to Mr Luca since he himself was extremely scared of him

g how best to respond to th

lt n

ss eve

d do, it wasn’t like I c

en given

etly and I sniffed quietly before digging out

fault and there was noth

ediately I heard about it...” Angelo started to say and I

God knows what he’d do to me then. And besides, now that I’m Luca’s property, he could have the whole mafia lookin

to be just father. I think running away is way better than getting married to th

and never go anywhere without the guards for my own safety, I didn’t know any place nor anyone, nor do I have any money I could use without my father’s awareness since he always get not

s one of the worst things tha

I said quietly after a while and Angelo re

ed and I let out a quiet snort, “The

nued with a frown and I nodded my head, agreeing

love with their children and would almost never stand by and watch their children suffer unnecess

er with so much love and gratitude dripping off their voice, about how they could ask to their mum to help them convince their fathers on an issue...

r when it comes to decisions making in the household... but what about being

t know,

continued and I smiled sadly before reaching up with my free hand and brushing his blond away from his face, he ducked away

blood definitely runs in our veins.” I admonished him because it was the truth. I knew when mother got

I hate her and father so much.”

hem more than he

see ourselves a lot again.” Angelo muttered quietl

op loving you and having your

you.” He continued as he slightly squeezed my hand

ically anymore,” I whispered, sniffing back tears an

the phone and would try to mee

rt wrenching than I used to think it would be while growing up. Now it was actually happening so fast an

around his waist and silently cried against his broad chest in the quiet room. Out of no

air and squeezing my shoulders tight, offering me more emotional strength than I’ve ever r