Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

Ashley

As the day broke, the whistling of birds filled the air. I lay tied up in the dark room, drifting off to sleep, when suddenly a cold water was poured down on me, jolting me awake. “Fuck!” I hissed, snapping my eyes open. My body shuddered in the cold as I lifted my head to see the psycho’s evil smirk staring back at me.

“Morning, morning,” he chimed, clapping his hands together as he sat down in front of me, his cigarettes in hand. I glared at him fiercely, but he just shrugged it off, unfazed. “It’s a good morning, a good day to remind you that you have only three hours left to breathe,” he mocked, lighting up his cigarette and puffing out the smoke with a smug smile.

“I glared at him, scrunching up my face in distaste as the smoke wafted into my nose. I looked away, my expression twisted in disgust.

“You know, it still baffled me to know that you love a man that doesn’t have a thing for you, a womanizer.”

I turned back my face to look at him, too exhausted to do anything but glare. When I failed to react as he’d hoped, he stood up and tossed a picture onto the floor beside me.

I had barely glanced at it, but my heart skipped a beat. It was a photo of Olivia and Damien together.

“You see,” he said, nodding towards the picture, “They’ve been seeing each other.”

I shut my eyes, clenching my fists behind me.

“No… this can’t be happening.” I thought to myself, trying to process what I saw in the picture. “Ashley, please don’t believe him,” I silently pleaded.

Opening my eyes, I blinked back the tears and forced down the lump in my throat, trying to compose myself. She had already ruined me and Mason, and now she want Damien? How could she be so shameless?

But instead of breaking down, I unleashed my anger. “I don’t fucking care! Just get me the hell out of here!!” I yelled, surprising him with my outburst. This wasn’t the reaction he had been expecting.

Clenching his jaw, Alexander snarled in return, “Let me call that bastard of a man you called husband.”

“That’s the least you could do, coward!” I spat, glaring at him, but before I could react further, a loud slap twisted my neck to the side. I spat out a mouthful of blood and turned to face him, but he was already on the phone, his voice dripping with anger.

“Hello, Damien Albrecht…” he paused, taking a seat. “How would you like me to dispose of her body? In large pieces or small?”

“You bloody coward, leave her and face me if you aren’t scared, Alexander Smith!” Damien’s voice growled over the phone, followed by a loud snarl that made my heart skip a beat.

But then, I heard the unmistakable sound of Eros agape, and a sudden smile spread across my face. “Damn, his location is on,”

“You know…” Alexander started to say but immediately trailed off, his eyes widened in panic as he heard Eros’s sudden gasp. He quickly ended the call and switched off his location. He turned and stood up from his chair like a scared dog, screaming as he strode toward the door.

“Guards! Guards!” Alexander yelled, his voice panicked.

His men rushed inside, responding promptly. “Yes, boss!” they chimed in unison.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Get the car ready, our location has been discovered!” Alexander barked, his face pale with fear.

I watched as a mix of shock and alarm flashed across their faces, one after the other, like a wave of panic spreading through the room and that brought a small smile to my lips.

“Quick!!” Alexander shrieked, sending his men scurrying away like frightened chickens.

I watched him with a narrowed, confused expression as he paced back and forth, rubbing his palms together as if he’d just witnessed a horrific scene. His frantic behavior only deepened my confusion. “I thought you wanted him here,” I said, my voice calm and weary from exhaustion. But Alexander ignored me, continuing to pace around the room. “Hmm… seems you were all talk and no action,”

“In a simple word, a COWARD!” I mocked, stressing the last word, which instantly made him halt and turn to face me. His eyes blazed with anger, and his expression turned icy cold.

“Shut your damn mouth!” he screamed, like a wounded lion, and started marching towards me. But just as he was about to reach me, one of his men rushed in, diverting his attention.

“Is the car ready?” he asked instead, his voice filled with urgency and desperation.

“No, sir, I came to inform you that there’s no fuel in the car,” his man replied, earning a disbelieving snort from Alexander.

“What nonsense are you talking about? We came here with two damn cars!!” Alexander exploded.

“Yes, but Luciano took the other one on an errand,” his man explained. And instantly, Alexander’s face contorted in frustration as he slammed his fist into his palm. “Oh shit!” he cursed. I watched them with an exhausted smile.

I heard him muttered to himself, “Not now. Not now,” before rubbing his face in despair.

“You can still fix this, Alexander,” I said, suddenly drawing all of their attention. “A simple apology can fix this. Acknowledge your mistakes and plead for forgiveness from those you’ve wronged.” I added, but my words only earned a mocking laugh from him.

“Alexander Smith never begs,” he bragged, curling his lips into a cruel smile.

“I think right now, Miss Sharp Tongue, you should worry about your life and that thing growing inside you.” His sharp, cruel gaze trailed down to my stomach, sending an instant shiver down my spine.

“You do no such thing!” I barked, shooting him a sharp glare that only widened his smirk.

Alexander nodded his head, a wicked smile spreading across his face as he called out, “Cease her… Since there’s no car available, we’ll follow plan B.” His gaze remained fixed on mine, his eyes glinting with malice. “Tell Luciano to meet us at the YR junction instead of coming here.”

One of his men nodded, gesturing to the others to drag me away. They forcefully untied me, hauling me to my feet despite my chained legs. When they tried to tie me up again, I resisted, struggling to make things harder for them, to waste their time.

“Behave yourself,” one of them scolded, but I refused to comply. I knew that if I leave with them, I wouldn’t survive to see another day.

I couldn’t die like this, not before I had a chance to explain everything to my father. I still need to get back the company for him, and to see Damien again.

I didn’t want Damien to come here and risk his life, but right now, I needed him most.

“No, no, no!” I yelled, but my cries were immediately silenced with a tape placed over my mouth and a huge slap across my face. Breathing heavily, I glared up at Alexander, my eyes blazing with hatred.

“Done, boss,” his men replied, having successfully restrained me once again.

“Now let’s go before that bastard gets here,” Alexander snarled, but his words were immediately cut short by a sudden gunshot outside.

BAM!!”

A sudden silence enveloped the room, so profound that a pin drop could be heard. Then, another gunshot rang out, echoing through the air 9nce again. I watched as Alexander’s men exchanged nervous glances, fear flickering in their eyes.

“They’re here,” one of his guards announced, his voice barely above a whisper.