TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA

the make up, the dress, the jewelry, my eyes, it's all so disgusting. A lie. My sister and

this? This might be their game b

out as I take off my dress, cleaning off the heavy makeup

world? Because he didn't want people knowing he had two daughters who were

ow meticulous he was in mak

wh

la?" The door to my room swings open

ged out of his perfectly planned outfit into some

be dressed for this dinner," he g

dn't you say he knows little or nothing about

't p

I shove him aside a

, their gam

pproach the private area, I spot my soon to be husband's silhouett

my ribcage the moment we connect eyes

teo's corner as I exchange pleasantries with hi

teo's deep, intimidating voice reverberates in my spine and I suck in a breath

pes me as I begin ta

to look at but that is not the case. This man seated by my side, looking at me d

ble to describe this man. His shirt unbuttoned, his inked chest out in the ope

ing? Or are going to keep ga

th ego-unhealthy ego. With the way his eyes glaze over me insultingly an

tter on my seat and begin digging int

d breath, causing my lips

, they hate the taste

ll into a conversation with Matteo's mother and sister-Ma

birth a man like Matteo? The ques

for six months? A man whose presence is unnervin

ted to survive

ze, I excuse myself to use the restroom, intendi

rip onto the marble counter tightly as I shudder. I release all the te

diately the restroom door jams shut with two clicks to it. My heart goes ballis

peak. I gulp, turning around to face him. He crouches down, his eyes narrowing into slits as

bride to get nervous onc

rds me, I take the same step backward until my back is against the marble

u want it

," his fingertips trail across my cleavage and I back myself up more into the counter as if an exit would magically appear. "You're the only person cap

re I'd love to do than that but

the ground, how could I ever meet my eyes with the eyes of

laints the other

the other time? Why was this part

irabell

a command so gently spoken, leaving me with no choic

jaw. His eyes are steady on mine as if searching for something. Satisfaction so

d, rushing towards the door, a breath of relief escapes me but my relief is short live

abel

movement, a cold sensation settling in my spine. A few secon

kles ma

ut shouldn't I at least get familiar with all the members of my wife's

open before answering, "I'm certain she has m

ust be in attendance, she

teo muttering 'sure she does' before letting out a v

a m

hotic

opted to drive me home saying 'I shou

se me in the most annoying ways possible, he finally b

y boyfriend Simon, who seems to be drunk ou

the car, slamming the door shut before Simon

u sent wasn't true. You didn't send that text, did you? How can you ever break

s there a problem here? Wife?" Simon looks up at him and back at me.

to me, to us," Simon grits through his teeth as he

y sister but she's not home. I

ira-" he gets cut off by a bullet in his head

s out of my thro

reaming and fist my dress on both sides to stop mysel

atteo chuckles like a man who has no grasp on reality as he tucks back his gun into his waist band and almost imm

thing to lose someone so dear to you in this manner and it's another thing being u

n, how could I ever show any emotion because

w." Papá orders in a wh

t you the infamous assassin, Annabell

have done that,

y n

ll her that her boyfriend was killed by my

to remain forward, knowing that one more glance

sister." I hear Matteo's faded voice as I

ely in for