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The Mafia Don's Captive Bride

BLURB “Let me go! You can't do this to me!” I say in despair, pulling harshly on the chains binding my arms together as Alessandro brings the scary whip closer to me. “Who's going to stop me?” Alessandro asks in a rock hard tone as he lightly flicks his wrist, the tip of the whip hitting my ribs and leaving a trail of fire in its wake. “Fuck you, you shit-eating maniac. I hope you stumble down the stairs and break your neck!” I scream profanities at him as my body writhes in unimaginable pain. “Please. Please, I'm begging you. You have to stop.” I beg him as I break down crying, unable to withstand the pain any longer. “You know what I want, piccola morte. Admit you killed my wife and all this would be over.” Little death. Alessandro says in a tone that makes me grind my teeth in anger. “I have nothing to do with the death of your wife!” I say as sad tears slip from my eyes and down my cheeks when I spot the determined look in his eyes. “Then we will keep doing this till you admit the truth.” Alessandro says as he pushes away from me, the hard look on his face solidifying my feelings of fear. I was doomed. _____________________________ Blamed for the death of his wife, Aurelia’s life is made hell by Alessandro, the Don of the Italian Mafia. What happens when all that Alessandro has worked for is on the line and he finds himself in need of a wife? Will the truth come to light or will Aurelia continue to live in the shadows of Alessandro's dead wife? Will Aurelia be able to bring Alessandro out of the dark and into the light or will she also drown?

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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: Locked Outside In The Cold.

AURELIA'S POV:

I storm out of the office boiling with anger. I shouldn't have wasted my precious time trying to prove what was never important to Alessandro. Lily was right afterall, Alessandro would never take my side over Mia's.

I wipe away the angry tears from my cheeks, wondering why I feel so betrayed. Why do I feel betrayed by my captor? Did I ever expect anything else from him?

I pull to a stop in front of the large double doors, and I find myself yearning for something I know very well is outside of my reach. My freedom.

I pull open the doors, storming out of the house in anger. I close the doors behind me, shocked when no guard comes out running behind me. The looming black gates however serve to dampen my spirits as I realize that leaving the house is one thing, but actually escaping from these gates is another thing entirely.