The Mafia's Angel Ordeal.

r husband, in sickness and health, for richer or for p

at had happened. I had been kidnapped, tortured, and brought to this moment-standing bef

r him. 'Clayton'. But he wasn't there. Where was he? Was he angry? Did he wish it

iolent edge to his soul, was the one who had taken so much from me. 'Dontrell'-his softer, quieter brother-had given me an escape

thoughts, Dontrell smiled at me

to him, and in that moment, everything else faded. It was just us standing before the p

ck with a smile. "You

an intensity that shook me to my core. The kiss felt like a slow burn-tender but with an edge of somethin

ening as my eyes landed on Andrew, standing behind Dontrell. The same man who had been in bed with me, his dick in my mouth and my cunt in his face, just the night before

e, tingling at the thought of him, our bodies entang

I weighed nothing. The crowd clapped, and the lights of the hall danced around us. I forced myself to smil

yguards, tapped him lightly on the shoulder. He lowered me gently to the floor, and our moment w

s and gowns. My father sat in the front row with Nadeem, wiping away a tear. Seeing him emotional made

I met her at Clayton's club, swooped in from where she stood beside the altar, her hand grabbing mine in a

" I whispered to her, grate

at are bridesmaids for if not to s

cares more about his busin

Blades men don't joke with money," D

game of revenge and control over their dark world that my father had foolishly messed with. And now, he

ized they looked out of place. To blend in, they began to sway their bodies in rhythm, making it seem like a coordinated dance between the groom, his men, and the

'll love him like he wants," I mu

ou're his woman

n of my kidnappe

they catch wind of this, your husband could lose everything

his arms coming around my waist possessively. Doris gracefully stepped aside as Dontrell kissed me deeply, a show meant for the watching eyes. Then, with that same smoothness, he

spun with the weight of the new life. And as the car doors slammed shu

ts greeted us with polite smiles, but my mind was elsewhere; all this while, Dontrell never let go of my hand. He was smiling sheepishly; he had just won a trophy by marrying me. If the circumstances surrounding our marriage weren'

times before my wedding. But my first experience had been a nightmare: a rape. And it wasn't just anyone-it was Clayton, my husband's brother. The first day he laid eyes on me, he violated me. I wasn't sure if Dontrell knew, but back then, I wasn't his wife yet, and I had come to learn that in the Bl

me soon, then I can show you all the

ng me into a restless sleep. It wasn't the wedding night I had ever

blinked, disoriented, and tired. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Dontrell was seated on the couch opposi

rell said as his gaze locked on the beaded bracelet around my

e," I muttered angrily,

s with a slow, deliberate motion. His fingers brushed over the cold steel of his gun holstered at his

taking

evious frown to a grin, and I couldn't help but won