Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

Mason

I yelled, “Leave me alone!” as the sharp knife sliced along my arm, causing me to scream in agony. Damien yanked the knife out, and blood gushed from the wound. “Let’s get down to business,” he growled.

I whimpered in fear and pain, the bravery and tough facade that I once had were gone. My body trembles uncontrollably, tears blurring my vision as I gaze in terror at my bleeding arm. The sight of my own blood sends a fresh wave of fear coursing through me, and I find it hard to maintain a semblance of composure anymore.

What did I do?

“Come over,” I heard him muttered, his voice low and intimidating. One of his men stepped forward, his movements fast and brutal. He yanked out a coarse rope and tied my hands behind my back with a harsh, tight knot. Then, he ruthlessly tied up my leg.

“Ah….” I let out a pained groan as the rope bit into my skin. Once the man was done, he then stood up and stepped aside, allowing Damien to move into his place in front of me.

I lifted my head, my gaze meeting the ruthless man’s in front of me. Indeed the rumors were true… his reputation for brutality and mercilessness was true.

If only I had known, I would have never gotten entangled with Ashley again.

I tried to speak, but the words felt like lead in my mouth, refusing to budge.

My fear was palpable, and he sensed it. With an unsettling calmness, he squatted down to my level, his eyes piercing mine. “So, where are you hiding my wife?” he asked, his voice cold and menacing.

Wife as in Ashley?

And instantly a deep frown etched onto my terrified face, “And how am I supposed to know? Last I knew, you were still married to her,” I spat, my fear momentarily giving way to defiance as I shot him a venomous glare.

But instead, his expression remained unyielding, his eyes narrowing as he repeated his demand, “Don’t test my patience, where is she?” His words only added to my confusion more.

Is Ashley missing?

“Keeping her? Is she missing?” The words had barely escaped my lips when a stinging slap landed across my cheek, leaving a burning sensation. My neck jerked violently to the side, and I gritted my teeth in rage as the metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth.

“SPEAK!” he thundered. But I was quick to retort, my eyes flashing a mix of fear, confusion, and panic. “I have no idea what you’re talking about!” I exclaimed, my voice shaking slightly at the end.

“Still lying… hmmm,” he smirked, his eyes gleaming with deadly amusement. With a languid wave of his hand, he summoned one of his men, who stepped forward and handed him a cell phone – Ashley’s phone, which I recognized instantly with a jolt of fear.

What is going on?

He opened the phone and quickly scrolled through its contents, his eyes scanning the screen. Then, with a deliberate motion, he turned the phone to face me, positioning it so that I could clearly see the message displayed on the screen.

“Are you not the one that sent her those messages earlier this morning?”

Yeah, but……

My eyes widened in shock, and I felt a numbing sensation wash over me. Yes, I had sent those messages to Ashley, but then again I don’t understand his questions.

“I… I sent her those messages,” I stuttered, my voice laced with confusion and uncertainty. “But I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I added, my words barely above a whisper.

“Hmm, really,” he nodded, his expression unreadable. Another of his men stepped forward, with his thick, heavy boots adorned with sharp razor edges at the tips. With a merciless gaze, he began to repeatedly kick my tightly tied legs, the blows landing with a sickening thud. I screamed in agony, watching in horror as my legs bled profusely, but the man showed no sign of stopping.

“Are you ready to start talking?” Damien asked, his voice cold as the man continued to kick me mercilessly. I screamed in anguish, shaking my head wildly as scorching tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision.

“Who sent you or rather who are you working for?”

“I… I am… No, no, no,” I stammered, my voice dissolving into sobs as I felt every bone in my legs shattering under the relentless kicks. “I am working for no one, please!” I begged, my words tumbling out in a desperate plea, my eyes streaming with tears.

Grinning menacingly, Damien shook his head, his eyes glinting with malice as he strolled around my sitting room. Scanning the area with his hand tucked inside his pants pocket.

“You think I’m unaware of your hang out with my wife, those clandestine meetings at the cafe?” He let out a cold, mirthless laugh, the sound sending a shiver down my spine.

What have I gotten myself into?

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“She was mine before you manipulatively took her from me,”

“Shut the fuck up!” he bellowed, and before I could even flinch, a powerful fist crashed into my face.

“Ah!” I cried out in agony as my nose bone crackled, blood trickling down from my nostrils. Damien loomed over me, his eyes blazing with fury. “Enough!” he thundered, his voice echoing through the room.

Damnit!!!

I inhaled sharply, my breathing heavy as my whole body aches.

“Now, where is my wife?” Damien snarled, his hand darting into his waistband to retrieve a pistol. He aimed it squarely at my face, his finger resting on the trigger.

The man halted his brutal kicks on my legs, and I gazed up in horror, my vision blurring as I took in the sight of my mangled, blood-soaked legs and the menacing gun barrel inches from my nose.

No no no…. This is not happening.

“How can I answer something I know nothing about?” I stammered, my voice trembling with fear as I sniffled.

“Why did you contact her?” he asked immediately, his face twisted in a cold, fierce scowl.

However, as I gazed at him, everything suddenly fell into place as realization hit me. “Olivia, why?” I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief as a solitary tear rolled down my cheek.

“Speak!” he barked, his voice lashing out like a whip.

The rope bite hard into my skin as I swallowed hard, my voice barely audible before I muttered, “To see her sick father…” But before I could finish, he cut me off, his tone dripping with irritation. “Do you think I’m joking?”

He immediately cocked the gun, the sound echoing through the air like a death knell. My heart raced, and I let out a blood-curdling scream.

“Oh my God!!!” Shaking my head frantically, I blurted out a desperate plea. “Please don’t kill me!” I cried, my voice cracking with fear.

“Her sister told me to call her, to convince her to come to the hospital and meet with her. She wanted to reconcile with her,” I confessed, the words tumbling out in a rush.

Damien paused, his expression blank. “Olivia Harlow,” he called the name like it was poison, and I nodded instantly.

I watched as Damien’s face darkened, his brow furrowed in a deep scowl. He glanced at his men, their faces equally stern, before his gaze snapped back to me, his eyes blazing with anger.

I swallowed hard, my throat constricting with fear, and I continued in a shaky voice. “If I had told her it was Olivia, I know Ashley… she wouldn’t have come out. So we had to use her father, and Olivia had insisted that she take the shortcut to the hospital to hurry up.”

My heart throbbed hard with every word that escaped my lips. “Please spare me,” I begged, my voice cracking.

But just then, his phone started ringing, piercing the tense silence. One of his men, standing behind me, stepped forward and handed him the phone, their eyes never leaving mine.

“Is an unknown number, boss,”

Damien turned to the guy beside him and muttered, “Pasito, pick it up.” The guy nodded and connected the phone to a loudspeaker, positioning it beside Damien’s left ear.

Nodding, his index finger hovered over the trigger, ready to shoot me, when suddenly a loud scream pierced the air from the background of the cell phone, causing him to freeze instantly, his eyes widening in shock.

“Ash… ley…” I stammered, my head jerking up instantly.

Damien immediately snatched the phone from the guy, his voice urgent as he asked. “Ashley, where are you?” But instead of a response, a mocking laugh echoed from the other end, the sound sent a terrifying chill as everyone turned their attention toward the phone in Damien’s hold.

“How nice was it to hear from you again, brother?”

BAM! The gun in Damien’s hand slipped from his grasp and crashed to the ground, his face draining of all color as he whispered, “Alexander…”