Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

“I can sense the danger lurking in your thoughts,” Pasito warns, his voice filled with concern.”Do you really have to go through with this?” he asked, his concern evident in his voice.

“Haha, that badass motherfucker! I bet the father is gonna regret trusting his precious daughter with a ruthless mob boss,” Eros chuckled, but I sensed a hint of seriousness in his tone.

I raised an eyebrow, rubbing my palms together. “You mean, a precious, seductive vixen… that feasts on every d*ck out there,” I teased. “DAMIEN!!” they both exclaimed in shock.

“That’s brutal, man, but she’s your wife,” Pasito scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Happily married to a seductress,” Eros playfully taunted.

Man, those two can get away with talking to me like that without losing their damn heads! Eros and I are tight as hell since childhood, and we’ve been through all kinds of shit together. Growing up was tough as nails, I never knew what the hell that tiny word “Love” meant.

Damn, even with my parents’ fat stacks of cash, they were all about business and never had a damn minute for me. I was surrounded by a bunch of servants and housemaids who catered to my every whim. But you know who really raised me? Mrs. Caterina, my badass nanny. She’s still alive and holding it down at my family’s crib, keeping things in check while my parents are off doing their usual work routine.

Extremely, even with all the wealth, luxury, fame, and power, I still yearned for one thing: that sweet, sweet love from my parents. Eros, on the other hand, had a different situation. His mom may be gone, but his dad stepped up and played both parental roles. Eros is the wildest, funniest, and smartest of our crew. We formed this gang together, but he’s more into the business side while I embrace the brutal and sadistic side and a proud one at that.

Oops! Should I talk about Pasito? Oh, the lucky one who knows what it’s like to have both parents’ love. I actually met him back in high school, and we’ve been tight ever since. Pasito, man, he’s got this cool vibe – calculating, smart, and surprisingly soft underneath that tough exterior. He’s the kind of guy you don’t wanna mess with, but he’s got a heart of gold. He was a product of love from his parents and has experienced what real love and family seem like. He believes that one day he will find a woman he loves and build a happy home with her. Hmmm…… that sounds pathetic to me and makes me laugh each time he thinks about that. That genders are nothing but serpent, cunny, and evil though they appear too innocent from the outside view.

“I’ll be heading back home,” I groaned, catching their attention.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“Now…” Pasito asked, surprised that I was leaving so early. It’s unlike me to not be heading to the bar or stuck in between work.

“Can’t wait to devour the pretty damsel at home,” Eros said, and they both burst into laughter.

I shoot him a quick death glare, “Back off, Eros… I’ve got important things to deal with.”

“At home,” he raised a teasing brow, challenging me to a playful banter.”Can’t wait to quench the water inside that pretty hole,” he teased again.

“EROS GRAHAM!!” I snapped, emphasizing every single word. “It’s about the party,” I blurted out, and Pasito’s face suddenly changed, concern filling his eyes. They both fell silent… Finally, a way to silence their bantering mouths.

“Sure about this?” Pasito suddenly asked, but I ignored him, picked up my car key from the table, and stormed out of the office.

******

As I pulled my luxurious Rolls-Royce Boat Tail into my lavish compound, my heart sank when I realized that one of my prized cars was missing. It was a glaring sign that someone had ventured out without my knowledge. The mystery deepened, and my curiosity heightened.

My face creased in confusion as I surveyed the compound. I knew the cars my trusted men take for their errands, so where could it be? I tilted my head to the side, scanning the neatly parked cars designated for errands, and to my relief, they were all accounted for. Not a single one was missing. The mystery deepened, and I couldn’t help but wonder who could have taken my missing car.

Then If my men’s cars are all here, it’s possible that they escorted someone using my missing car. But who could it be? Suddenly, the image of a woman with captivating green eyes flashed through my mind. Could she be the one behind the disappearance of my car? The mystery deepens, and I’m determined to find out the truth.

My fist tightened, my jaw clenched in anger as I stormed upstairs. With a burst of speed, I reached my room and swung the door open, hoping to find her there. But to my dismay, all I was met with were the stark white walls and deafening silence. She wasn’t there. The search for answers continues…..

I pushed open the door and stepped outside, feeling the heavy tension in the air. As I made my way towards the passage leading to my room, I came to a sudden halt in front of my men. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation and curiosity.

“Where is she?” My face contorted with a brutal expression, and the weight of my voice pierced through the air like a lightning bolt. The intensity of my question hung in the atmosphere, demanding an answer.

“Hmmm…” they murmured, fear filling their eyes. “Where is she?!” I demanded, my voice laced with frustration and impatience. The urgency in my tone made it clear that I needed answers immediately.

“Boss, she… I mean she went out,” one of the men stammered, fear evident in his voice.

“Under whose command?” I shot them a death glare, and they all exchanged puzzled and trembling looks.

“Under whose command!!” They flinched and nervously turned their attention to me. Regret, fear, and panic colored their faces as they realized the weight of my question.

“She told us that you were aware of her visit to her parents,” the same guard muttered, his voice shaky and the words tumbling out in fear.

I growled, glaring at them. That girl… It hasn’t even been three days here and she’s already misbehaving. Who the hell does she think she is?!

“Bravo! And you all let her out,” I clapped my hands, a ferocious smirk playing at the corner of my lips. “Easily manipulated despite my intense training.”

“No… no, boss,” they mumbled while staggering back. I arched a brow, watching them continue to step back as I took a few strides forward.

“We called you severally but no picking and…” I interrupted with a smirk. “Must’ve been too busy for your calls, huh?”

“And…” I emphasized harshly, my voice laced with annoyance. “What else do you have to say for yourselves?”

“After a failed attempt, and her constant persistence. We decided not to push forward… since she might be right,” the same guard mumbled, fiddling with his uniform. I raised an eyebrow, contemplating their words.

“Right,” I latched at him, he jerked back and stared at me. Shivering, he muttered, “She is your wife, boss… so we thought that she might be…” I growled, causing him to pause. A mix of surprise and anger filled my expression. “What are you trying to say?”

“I……. mean……”

He has not finally completed his word, with my eyes filled with anger, disgust, and loathing at his use of words and their misconduct. I snatched the gun from the guard by my right and shot him straight in the forehead.

The other remaining men staggered and backed out in fear. “Disobeying my order… That’s the second rule,” I gave him a nasty smile, seeing his lifeless body lying helplessly on the floor. The room fell silent, the weight of my authority palpable in the air.

“Ahhhh…!!!” And just then a feminine voice of a woman that seemed terrified screamed from the other end of the hallway. The guards parted to the sides, making a space to see the intruder. The tension in the air grew, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of curiosity. Who could this intruder be?

Lifting my head, my brutal eyes locked with hers, and a toxic smile appeared on my lips. “Welcome home, wife,” I said, my voice dripping with a mixture of menace and intrigue. The anticipation of what would unfold next hung in the air.

To be continued.