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9. FIRE HAS BEEN SPARKED
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FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 10. IN HIS DEN
Hunger. Disappointment. Need, burning need. I stole another glance at Slade who sat quietly at the other end of the seat. My heart still hadn’t settled down and it felt as if it would forever gallop from then on. My body hummed, begging for something I had no idea how to acquire. The jersey was gone from Slade, his shirt unbuttoned, the sleeves folded up, showing his powerful arms. “I will break you little wife and no one will save you.” The words still echoed in my head, seeing the hunger in him, feral hunger as his hand squeezed around my neck. Then, he had pushed away and told me we were leaving. I was buzzing and I had never felt so alive in my whole life. I turned to stare out the window only to hold my breath as we left the city behind, darkness all that wrapped around the car. Another followed after us, filled with guards. No one talked, and I welcomed the silence that allowed me to run back to the office over and over, absorbing Slade’s heat, his scent, his imposing figu
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 11. MINE
A door closing stirred me from sleep. My eyes fluttered open, ears listening but nothing came to me. I closed my eyes yet still listened. I didn’t have a clock but I was sure it was too early. My head pounded hard from reading all night long. Slade himself had slept very late, maybe four hours ago. I had dragged through until I reached halfway through my book and gave up because there was no way I was finishing it. I had probably gotten two hours of sleep. My eyes begged me to close them but there was a grinding sound then silence. Slade was awake and something prompted me to slide out of bed. I quickly rushed to open my door and marched to the stairs just as I heard the front door open. I broke into a run and stopped at the edge of the stairs, looking down as Slade walked out the door. It was still dark outside.“ Hi,” I called, wrapping my arms around my frame because it was cold. Tall, handsome, wearing a suit, his leather bag in hand and his phone on the other. He turned, givi
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 12. BLIND TO THE DEVIL
DAISYAs soon as the door opened, I jumped out the bed and rushed to flunk the door open. The shock of seeing Slade in a matching sweat set left me just standing there for a second before I recovered. “Hi. There are things I need. Can I please order them online?” I asked, walking after him, taking in the fresh after shower scent he carried with him. His silence did not deter me even a little. He opened a door and I followed in. He turned on the lights and I stared in awe at his office. It was large, a humongous desk with a large chair just ahead. A bar stood at the corner, book shelves packed with books on the left and large lazy chairs here and there. It was like a mini library and it was stunning. “Wow,” I could see myself spending all day there, buried in a book. The place was warm and smelled of Slade. I closed the door, my eyes running to him as he sat behind his desk. Since he came back from work he hadn't uttered a single word. Was he angry? I could not read his face to sa
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 13. REJECTED
My book hid me away but more often than was healthy I peaked up, stealing a glance at Slade who hadn't said a single word to me in days. It perplexed me because the first day we met he had said his fair share of words but suddenly he barely even stared at me. I didn’t mind, I just wondered what ran through his mind. I sucked in a breath, reminded of the cheque I had found on my bedside two days ago. I was still shocked to say the least. I had spent two hours just staring at it before I accepted that he had given me so much money. I had never held so much money in my life and to me it seemed like the final shackle that bound me to him.Had my father received it and the letter I sent through mail? I had asked Slade to post it home for me. What would my dad say, there was no way to explain fifty thousand dollars. My eyes ran back to my book which I had been pretending to read for the past two hours. Yet, a second later my eyes ran up to Slade again. He was still in his suit, typing and
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 14. TIME TO LEAVE
It took thirty minutes to get to the club. I could hear the loud music from where I was but all I could see from where we were was the metal service door. The cars were parked in an alley and the guards opened our doors. I walked out, clutching my book. Slade marched in without even looking my way. What did I do? I rushed after, my heels not meant for the pace he had set. We walked into dark passages of the club and took one corner after another until we walked up a pair of stairs. My ears were already throbbing from the loud music. I was not used to it and my eyes were having a hard time adjusting to the dim lights. We went past doors then another set of steps until we walked past empty booths. I could not see much in each booth because Slade was walking so fast. He turned, walking in one of the private booths. I followed suit only to pause as my eyes fell on a girl, sitting on a man, grinding on him. The air smelt of smoke and something I could not describe. It was so hot and st
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 15. WHAT I DESERVE
Slade jumped out as soon as the cars stopped, having sat as far away from me as he possibly could. I opened my door and by the time I jumped off he was already up the steps. I rushed after, afraid he would lock me out to die in the cold. All the courage was gone, vanished away. He marched through the door and I followed after. The door shut and locked after me. By the time I turned, Slade was eating up the stairs two at a time. Run? Hide? When he was far enough I ran up the stairs and slid into my room. I shut the door and leaned on it, listening. He was in his room. For two full minutes nothing happened so I let out a breath and rushed to the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror and I looked a mess, tear stains down my face, red crazy eyes. My head was pounding and a jumble of thoughts. It was clear I couldn’t stay. I could stay for a lot but not this. My heart was already too invested in Slade. It was his age, the way I just felt around him, as if nothing could touch me. I
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 16. MY HOME
SLADEThe most peaceful morning I had ever had; waking up with Daisy in my arms, holding onto me tightly even in her sleep. I stared at her for so long until I couldn’t stare anymore because time was no longer on my side. I had to leave. Maybe it was time to retire. Maybe it was time to hang the ropes because how could I wake up every morning and walk away from my bed? I cursed for calling the meeting I had to attend that morning. I couldn’t let Baste go alone, he would probably fuck it up. He was probably nursing a hangover right now, still wrapped around pussy. Once again my eyes drifted down to Daisy. Everything was upside down. I was losing control which I had tried regaining yesterday but dismally failed. I don’t know what I thought I would achieve. I had wanted to hurt her, prove that she didn’t have a hold on me only to prove to myself how fucked I was. I painfully let go of her body but she still held on. I tried peeling off her arm from me only to realize how strong my Dais
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 17. LOVELY SURPRISE
DAISYMy hair had always been styled by my mother and she had hated how much effort it took to deal with my thick curly mess. So I was hopeful today as I sat in the car. “ Hi guys, do you know where I could get my hair braided?” “Yeah, I have a cousin downtown,” I smiled, excited for my first experience in a salon. Thirty minutes later I was sitting in a chair downtown with nothing but laughter filling the room. Three women were around me, extensions flying everywhere. My head tipped this side and that as they pulled my hair for dear life. My head was already throbbing and I wondered how I would sleep but my excitement kept me seated in the chair, laughing now and again. My driver and guard were at different ends in the salon, eating their hearts out while my guard’s cousin poured one story after another of how they grew up. Their household seemed to be filled with laughter and mischief. It made me reflect on my childhood. I was always on the farm, always listening and being a go
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