Mafia's Forced Bride

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old, unyielding confinement I had been forced to endure. My, in fact the floor bel

leak little room. A single small window near the ceiling was my only connection to the outside world

identity. I have no memory of how I came t

the locked door until my knuckles bled. No one came. I realized quickly that either my captors couldn't hear

pathetic excuse for a window, cycling through fear, anger, and a growing determination

closed, the sound of a key in

. He was tall-easily over six feet-with dark hair and eyes so black they seemed to absorb the dim light aro

lled that, was as emotionless

of hesitation, like a machine performing a programmed t

ain that held me to the wall. It prickled with anxiety w

ely comforting and soothing, yet carrying th

stammered, my voi

his tone dismissive. He went back and got toward t

d against the wall for support. My legs wobbled as I

en the dungeon-like basement and the domesti

Every brushstroke of those artworks screamed wealth and power, but the space itself

ach turn and every detail in my head. If I mana

r at the end of the hallway. He pushed it open,

ched as I ent

nance. Every piece of furniture was either ebony black or a deep, polished mahogany. The sharp contrast between the dar

en I s

sharp, chiseled features were the kind that belonged on magazine covers. Light brown

re was an air of danger about him, a quiet, calc

done, showing a flash of definition in the set muscle below. His eyes

anded, his voi

in front of him. My body moved on instinct, as though my wi

g the words out before he could

sible smirk on his face. "I sho

ut there was a menacing

locking onto mine. "What were you doing t

ered, confusion twisting my thoughts. "I woke up in t

n't kind. It was the grin of a

to that warehouse for nothing's sake, rig

nerating more questions than answers. I bit my

ea what you're talking about. I don't even know you or this place. Th

e of his stare increased. He brought his han

ironic literary character, "good act. "Perhaps I should

ot acting!" I snapped, my voice br

e piercing as a knife throu

silence fell betwe

r than before. "If you're not ready to

d the guy who had picked me up-Le

ehind the desk ordered,"

y grabbing hold of my arm

truggling against his

esk just stared, his face unreadabl

a player who had already formulated the game and decided on t