A WILD ROSE FOR THE MAFIA BOSS

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Chapter two

Alora POV

I was jolted awake by the sound of ringing bells. The metallic bite of chains burned my wrists, the suffocating lace clung to my skin like a coffin shroud. These weren’t wedding bells,they tolled like funeral chimes.

I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting to the shimmering lights of the hanging chandeliers.

I was hot and exhausted, as if I had done some hard labor. I tried to lift myself, but I couldn’t even move. My wrists throbbed, my legs ached, and panic clawed at my chest. How had it come to this? My vision blurred as I tried to focus. Every muscle in my body ached like I’d been thrown into a nightmare I couldn’t escape. The metallic tang of blood,or was it sweat?,burned my nostrils. I couldn’t tell if I’d been here for minutes or hours.

Am I tied to a chair? How is this even possible? I looked down at my body and realized I was wearing something really tight. Oh my goodness!

I was in a freaking lacy white wedding dress and black heels. Every fiber of my body screamed to move, to escape, but the chains laughed at my helplessness.

I turned around, feeling lost, only to see two men,one tied to a pole and the other tied to a chair like me, except the two men seemed to be holding him in place.

Even gagged, I could hear his low growl, like a caged animal ready to tear the room apart. His energy was raw, untamed. I felt a strange pull of curiosity… and fear. His growl made my stomach twist. Who was he, and why did he scare me even while gagged? I couldn’t look away, though every instinct screamed to run… if only I could. The air between us crackled with a tension I didn’t understand.

What the fuck is going on?

For a moment, I thought this was a stupid dream, so I shut my eyes and opened them foolishly,but it wasn’t a dream. Who the hell gets married while tied to a chair? This wasn’t a prank; it was a sick performance, and I was the unwilling star.

My mind replayed the events of yesterday,how I got a job offer that turned out to be a trick. I had a perfect plan in my head, but now this?

This better be a joke, because I’m not getting married to a fucking stranger. What if it’s an old, ugly man? What am I even thinking? I’m only nineteen. I can’t get married. Oh my god, I really want to cry right now.

I had a lot of questions, and the worst part was that my mouth was gagged.

I was pulled from my thoughts by the struggling man. He seemed to be giving the two men a hard time, yet he was tied to a chair. I stared at him as he struggled, almost breaking the chair. He looked strong,all muscles in the right place. I wouldn’t mind if he’s the one.

Why was he struggling so hard? Was he as trapped as I was,or worse?

What was I thinking? “Get a grip on yourself, Lora. Marriage is still not allowed, even if the potential groom looks charming.”

My mind drifted to Mrs. De Luca. Where was she, anyway? I thought she was kind-hearted and welcoming. Did I read her wrong? Did she lie to me?

Just then, the clicking of heels echoed, like a ticking clock counting down my doom. Her presence made the room feel smaller, heavier, like the air itself was conspiring against me. I tried to shrink into myself, but the chains wouldn’t let me. And there she was,Mrs. De Luca. A wave of relief washed over my face. I wanted to hope she was here to save me… but something about her calm smile made my stomach twist. Then there were two men right behind her,one dressed in a formal suit, holding a black briefcase, and the other… I didn’t need to see twice. He was a priest.

Now I was more confused than the first time I woke up.

“I see you both are awake. Without further ado, let’s get to it,” she said calmly, like this was a normal Sunday wedding.

Get to what exactly? What was she talking about?

I tried to talk, but my muffled sounds barely came out.

The other man tied up grew more furious with each passing minute, evident in his grey eyes.

The priest walked forward and stood between us. He read the wedding vows. Mrs. De Luca approached and removed the gag from my mouth. I breathed shakily, tears streaming down my face. It wasn’t a joke anymore,I was getting married for real to… I didn’t know who.

“Why are you doing this to me? I only wanted a job…” I choked out.

“You have to accept the vows, Alora,” she cut me off, her words piercing through me.

“I can do this. You can’t force me to get married!” I yelled.

She walked forward and leaned in. For a moment, I thought she was changing her mind and wanted to unite me.

“Oh my darling, if you don’t say ‘I do’ right now, today might end tragically for you.”

A gun pressed to my head. My heart hammered, cold sweat dripping down my forehead. Every second felt like an eternity. I counted each heartbeat, praying my trembling wouldn’t betray me. My throat tightened, and my pulse felt like drumbeats echoing in a tomb. Every word of the vow was a trap I couldn’t escape. I clutched at the edge of the chair, nails digging into the wood, willing myself not to pass out from fear.

“I do… I will be his wife, till death do us part,” I whispered, swallowing hard, clinging to every shred of composure.

As much as I hated this, I didn’t want to die today at the hands of this cruel woman. How could her smile deceive me this much? So much for wanting a good job and a better life.

She put the gag back in my mouth and turned away toward the man tied in the chair. She removed the gag gently from his mouth.

“What the fuck, mother!” he cursed angrily.

Then she showed him the phone, which made his face turn into a shocked expression, yet he still struggled relentlessly.

“I do,” he said.

My stomach sank. Life had a cruel sense of humor. I wanted to hate him immediately, but the sight of him struggling against his chains made my chest tighten.

Just great. Now I’m married to a total stranger with a good-looking face. That’s beside the point. Why was he being forced to marry me anyway? Did he have an incurable disease or something? I definitely wanted to know.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the priest said in conclusion. Mrs. De Luca clapped happily, not bothered by our muffles. The other man removed papers from his briefcase,which I assumed were the marriage certificate,and handed them to her with some ink.

She walked toward me but stopped behind the chair. She dipped my thumb in the ink, then pressed it to the paper. She did the same to her son, who was glaring at her and me angrily. I already knew he hated me from his constant glare.

“Finally, something worthy of a celebration,” she said, laughing smoothly. I hated her now for doing this,I was going to give her a piece of my mind.

“Untie them,” she commanded, and the men holding her son removed the cuffs from his hands.

“Why would you scheme like this, mother? I’m your son, for crying out loud!” he yelled, kicking the chair into the wall, the echoes shaking the room. His mother didn’t flinch or show remorse. She just smiled.

One of the men uncuffed me and removed my gag. I took a deep breath in and out. Now it was my turn to confront this woman for being so heartless, forcing two strangers together.

“What the fuck is your problem, huh? Why would you deceive me, you liar?” I yelled, frustrated, walking toward her. “I hate you and curse the very day I,”

Before I could finish, a large hand grabbed me, pinning me to the pillar. My body protested, every knot in the chair screaming against my skin. I wanted to scream, to fight, to disappear,but the gag silenced me, leaving only my anger and fear to burn inside. My heartbeat echoed in my ears, loud enough to drown out everything else.

“I don’t care what my mother did to you, but I will not stand here and watch you yell at her. Do you want to die?” His eyes were menacing with fury.

“No,” I whispered.

“Santorini!” he called. The man who had been cuffed at the pillar came.

“Boss.”

“Take everyone out. I need to talk to my mum alone,” he commanded.

“What about her, boss?” Santino asked, pointing at me.

“Tie her back to that chair and put a gag in that stupid mouth of hers.”

Santino grabbed me roughly, making me sit back down in the chair, and tied my hands and legs tightly. My body screamed at every twist and knot.

“I hate you,” I yelled before he finally gagged me.

I wanted to scream but the gag stole my voice leaving only terror and frustration

and I hated them all yet a part of me couldn’t stop scanning the room taking everything in hoping for a miracle.

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