The mafia's Kidnapped Bride

a mistake but I acted on impulse and there's no going back now. Going back means getting to

shoes on. Backing into the wet brick wall, I unbuckled the strap high heels and gently placed them down. My hai

my eyes before looking to the

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ew better than to trespass here

could feel my body visibly shaking. But I couldn't decide why. Whether because of the rain I'd been under for the past one hour or due to

, I'm going to pay for it if he ever catches me again. That's why I need to leave right now without

p till I couldn't walk anymore, finding myself wrapping up against the walls once again. It felt like I had two hearts, and su

e lead back to the big mansion. I couldn't go back. I slowly and gently took a step after the other, fearing th

to be on the wet floor. I couldn't risk getting closer to see who he was killing again, to see who had dared t

ed not to cry. I heard him getting beat up again, causing me to shut my eyes tight. Watching someone getting beate

men standing in a circle, the victim seated on a wooden chair in their center. I couldn't see wh

sterly, stretching out his hand fo

hot wife? " He asked amidst laughter, grabb

? Me? I felt confuse

e but again it was impossible. Suddenly, a surge of energy kicked through me and I told myself I was

l him and probably kill me too for trying to run away. He was a psycho who didn't reason

quickly looked down, feeling the pain like I was

s being lovely and nice and I was being cooperative like befor

h

d the last thing he had said to me before one of his men c

hudding and pushing at my chest. I fe

stop him, beg him to stop but at that moment, I didn't know what to do first. Yell for him to stop or run to the gun

t second, I was hearing a loud gun shot. It was deafening and I almost lost my balance. But I knew giving up now wo

inging to the wall

tch anymore, I wanted to throw up. I quickly retracted my way back to the dark Alley where I sat crying for a whi

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