A MAFIA ROMANCE
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"Mrs.O'Rihley take your clothes off"
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The wedding ring forced onto her slim finger and a new life thrown into her arms. Kiara was just in the wrong place;at the wrong time.
Lucien O'Rhileys lust for...
there's a madness that's just coursing right through me
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It felt as if a noose was being fastened around my throat each second that passed was like my own regret and guilt was ready to kill me. Like Karma was getting ready to knock me onto my ass. I felt absolutely blank, like a piece of paper without any writing.
It was like I couldn't breathe or think, knowing Lucien was out there. I wished that he didn't get the video and it got lost in the mail or some bullshit. But I knew he most likely did watch it.
But did Lucien believed what I had to say, or would he see through it all? I couldn't stop myself from thinking about all the promises I made him and he made me. The day after the party I told him I'd never leave him, does he believe I lied about that?
But if in the end, he believes I actually used him then...I don't think I could blame him.
After the video, Alexander shoved me in a room not before I watched my mom get dragged away by people in white scrubs. Alexander was fair on his part, my mom went back to the care centre relatively safely.
But Alexander sat on a high horse, he got what he wanted. His plan was only beginning but it seemed as if he only wanted to die at the hands of his son. He seemed like this was his achievement turning his son into a monster, dying to prove a point.
I had no idea what was going to happen to me, no one has entered the room or even jiggled the nob for two days so its probably not a beach party and then a 'see you later'.
Standing from the messy bed, it creaks as I step across the floor. The room was like a cage too me, small with four walls all painted an eggshell white. A queen bed and a matching bedside table,
of course, I checked the table for something I could chisel into a shank but no luck all the drawers were empty."Hey, you fucktangular sewer rats, let me out!"I screamed as I pounded loudly on the door, trying anything to bust it open.
But silence continued, so I did what any person would have done in this situation.
I played dead
falling back on the floor, I positioned myself weirdly and threw my arm beside me. With my final touches, I calmed my breathing so it was slower and more shallow and I shut my eyes loosely. When an asshat come in I punch him in the face and make a Usain Bolt style dash for the exit.
The door creaked open, and so did my eyelid as I prepared my inner lion to pounce. Almost dying of laughter when I realized who the bastard was. sitting up I chuckle as David looks around the room skeptically. "Come back for another serving of my fist?" I smiled slightly as he looked down at me, his lip was busted and his one eye was black and blue.
