Married to the mafia boss Series

Antonio

I wake up to unbearable pain shooting throughout my entire body. I can’t believe I’m alive. I thought for sure I met my match in the small room with concrete flooring.

When I look around none of my surroundings are familiar. Only people are. My brother is chained across from me, there is a wound on his head and dry blood that was previously dripping down his forehead. His eyes are closed but his breathing is steady.

“Rocco,” I whisper not wanting to grab too much attention by yelling. “Rocco, wake up.”

I move my arms to make a rattling noise of the metal in order to wake Rocco up. Slowly, he comes to fluttering his eyes open until they widen when they see my face.

“You’re alive!”

“Yes, now shh,” I scold. “You’ll rouse the guards.”

“Fuck, you have no idea how glad I am to see you’re alive.”

“Where is Liliana?” I look around the room.

“She should be in Chicago by now with Arabella.”

I sigh in relief. Thank god she isn’t in danger anymore. Arabella and Liliana will take care of themselves and Carmelo will watch over her. I know for a fact that Carmelo would easily risk his life to protect my wife. That’s just the kind of loyal man he has always been in decade I’ve known him.

“So,” Rocco says sounding bored. “Got any idea on how we can get out of these?”

“Not yet,” I analyze the prison to see if anything could cut through the metal chains. “Our best bet would be disarming a guard and taking his keys.” The chains are about a foot apart from the wall to the cuff on the wrist, I notice which gives me an idea. Not a very effective one, but an idea nonetheless. “Wait for one of them to come in, let them get close and wrap the chain around his neck and choke him to death.”

“Is that all?” Rocco says drily. “How exactly do you get them close?”

“I don’t know, provocation? Say your chains are too tight and you have a rash and tell them to look. I don’t know, just anything to get their attention. Tell them they’re ugly for all I care and start a damn fight.”

Rocco’s laugh grabs the attention of the guards and they say through the bars of the jail like dungeon for us to shut up.

“Make me, Russian Bastard,” Rocco spits in the guards direction.

“I’ll fucking show you,” the muscles on the massive Bratva soldier would be enough to make any man cower, but it is a good thing Rocco and I aren’t like most men.

We are never afraid of a challenge.

Never back down.

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“Fuck you,” is the first thing I spit out. “What’s the matter? Intimidated by an Italian who you are twice his size?”

“I’ll show you, Italian ublyudok,” the body builder storms at me and I hold my arms our the closer he gets as I wrap my arms around him to get him in place before wrapping the metal cuff around his neck and pull. I pull so tight that the metal cuts into his skin and causes him to bleed over my hands.

His body slouches in my grasp but I don’t let him fall to the fall. Rocco shoots me an annoyed glance as I smirk. “Showoff,” my little brother mumbles. “I had him you know.”

“Sure,” I roll my eyes. I use my free hand to search his pocket until I find the key. They should really get a better system because unlocking the cuffs on my arms and feet were too easy.

In a rush I unlock Rocco and search the guard some more for weapons. I take his pistol while Rocco is stuck with a switchblade knife. Although having a firearm would be superior in this situation and easier to kill our enemies, I know Rocco, and if anyone is good with a knife it’s him. His precision and accuracy are unbelievable.

None of the guards in the dungeon hallway were paying any attention to the commotion that was just happening in the cell. They must’ve thought that the big bastard was simply beating us up. I nod to Rocco to kill the closest guard, quick jab to the head. Using the noise of the pistol would be loud and attract too much attention.

With swift motion, Rocco instantly kills three guards before earning the attention from one of the guards further down the hall. They yell in Russian and the guards from the opposite side of the hallway rush to attack.

The Bratva soldiers rush at us from both ends of the dungeon hallway. That’s when I cock the pistol back, aim and fire.