FORCED MAFIA BRIDES

go back.'

too late.'

air, ripped out the veil, a

it. I shook so hard that

have I

of the bus opened I jumped in. There was no way I could escape. There was no way I would

him had me sh

could be seen peaking from his shirt and the scorn on his face had made it clear he had alrea

seat, folding my a

s do

re you

a man touc

t even looking. He brea

ead woman

here was nowhere th

They would probably marry some other girl in my

silence around me nearly drove me crazy. No one sat next to me and I was grateful. I buried my face in my hands to pull it up ag

as I stared at the ruckus around me. All were muffling to those around them, wondering what was happening. The panic could b

evitable,

g to do with

he window. Wide eyes from everyone stare

u think is

d!" Someone shouted and chaos happened as everyone t

found me. I couldn't even make my way to

d out in frustration as I pushe

string, drowning in the deep e

until I could see what

parked around the bus an

a white shirt with his gun handle on show. What would they do

mafia men. I knew they wouldn't hold anything back,

bored showed that their p

and curses back. The people didn't understand. T

said to the driver as I t

I gave him a look and he sh

l I could do was beg my legs to move. The ai

ody swung, my feet fast as I ran the opposite direction. It was stupid but somehow all my body knew was t

d a hold of me. I tried to kick my way out o

g bast

thrown in. I jumped off as soon as they let go of me and

k yo

it worth the pain. I kicked and punched the w

d me. I was holding on to the

was the scariest man I had ever seen. Somehow I scooted further away and even in my fear I still pushed my head up and stared at the devil. He was probably in his earl

n a way I could not describe. His arm moved, two fingers gesturing for me to shift closer. I didn't want to, lor

y heart was beating. I was getting

m pulling me closer by my neck. I yelped, trying to fight him of

paper he placed on a book on his lap. A pen sat on it and I

gn my life aw

led. His fingers dug deeper and I rather would have di

mmered my fists as much as I could to him unti

but even I knew I was

ig

ed, trying to

ng me that he hadn't even

scream as the pain shot from my neck to para

air, begging with my ey

y body colla

is voice

sed in my hand a

ke from. It couldn't be. My hand moved, signing on the dotted

m the hand holdi

on him. The fight had completely left me and I fel

would

uld I