The mafia's captive bride

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es elusive, I struggled to recall the events that led me to this strange, dark pla

washed over me, like I'd been hit on the head

y eyes, but instead of finding solace in the famili

race with terror. Panic gripped me, squeezing my lungs, and for a moment I forg

trapped, helpless, and blindfolded. And to make it worse, my h

, making my heart race with panic.The world around me was reduced

of my lungs but there was no response. I

ckness was impenetrable, a so

d my racing thoughts and focused

he space, every sound amplified my anxiety. My ears strained to pinpoint the location of th

s drew nearer, their rhythmic beat pul

ne's blade. The shoes halted beside me,I could sense their presence int

y ribcage like a wild animal, as I await

pierced my eyes like a dagger. I blinked rapidly, my vision bl

d somber ties seemed to exude an air of menace, their gold pin

my head was the mafia. When I was younger, I ha

t commanded my attention. His silver hair was slicked back, revealing a

y pressed, and a gold watch glinted on his wrist, hintin

heir voices laced with a mixture of respect and fear, l

t am I doing here? Please just let me go!" My words trembled as I addressed the somber

ression unreadable, as the other men remain

plea seemed to hang in the silence lik

rly man's words fell like a gentle rain, one of the men hastened to untie the ro

ke a cool breeze on a sweltering su

lderly man looked at me and said "My name is Sebastian Marino, and i

ghter-in-law?" I stammered, my voice

uthless intensity. "Your father, Leonardo, the traito

You will choose: either you marry my son, or you watch your fath

's name, pls you have the wrong

Well over here I call him Leonardo" Sebast

ow these dangerous men knew my dad

eash a storm. The cold calculation in his eyes made my

desperation and fear. "Don't you dare lay a hand on him!

er, as the thought of losing anothe

s a father, the thought of being orpha

e in my heart that could never be filled. I couldn't lose him

ckering across his face. "Wow, you're just like your father", he

ss to speak your mind". He paused, his gaze

an answer". With that, he turned and strode out of the room

g me alone with my thoughts