Forced Marriage With the Mafia Boss

Valentina

"You killed her," I whispered in a shaky tone. My feet finally found some stability and I began to walk towards Mrs Tella's lifeless body. Villafuentes stepped before me, pointing the same gun he used to end the poor Mrs Tella's life at me.

"You fucking bastard! You killed an innocent woman. She had nothing to do with this! How can you be so cruel?" I screamed at him, not giving a damn that anyone could walk in at any moment. I kicked and jabbed against his chest, but all my effort left him unfazed. If anything, he let out a mocking laughter, the sound of it roaring through the room.

"You brought this upon yourself, Perez. You should know better. I am the devil. I can't be killed. Did you really think a mere bullet would end my life? I got even. You tried to kill me, so I killed someone you hold dear to heart. Now, we can start afresh," Villafuentes is still standing close to me. The smell of sandalwood and male sweat intoxicated my nostrils.

"Let's go, Perez. I'm taking you back to Madrid next to me, where you belong," He grabbed my arm and began to lead me towards the backdoor, where I assume they got in. His men had already started fitting the lifeless body of Mrs Tella in a bag. While one struggled to throw the bag over his shoulder, the other rid the floor of her blood.

"Like hell I will go with you. I would rather die than be anywhere near you, you psychopathic killer!" I wriggled my hand out of Villafuentes's hold, but this man was stronger than a thousand Micheal Powers combined. Again, he laughed. The urge to grab the gun he pointed at me a few seconds ago and shove it down his throat was too violent for my brain to contain.

"You don't have a say in this, now start moving before I put you over my shoulder," he ordered.

There was a hint of amusement in his voice and just to step on his last nerve, I wrapped my arms under my chest, making my breasts puff over the noodle strap crop top I wore. In a transient second, Villafuentes' gaze drops to my cleavage. He heaved out a huge sigh and took his bottom lip between his teeth, making desire pool in the pit of my stomach.

"Move, Valentina, I will not ask again," he ordered and when I didn't move an inch, Villafuentes grabbed me by the hair and pulled me as he headed for the back door.

"You son of a bitch! You're hurting me," I yelled out, trying to free my short black hair from his strong hold.

"I asked you to move, little murderer. Don't make me knock you unconscious, you know I will do it," Villafuentes stopped just right outside the back door. He tucked his gun in the back of his trousers as he spoke.

"I’m not going with you," I stood my ground. It was pointless fighting with Villafuentes, but I still had to try. Stall him until the first clients show up to the coffee shop and when they don't find me at the counter, it will raise suspicions. And when Mara confirms that I had indeed checked into work, they will come looking for me. So, even though it means Villafuentes beating the shit out of me, I will not give up without a fight.

"Don't give me ideas, Perez,” now, move," he spoke sternly, his face void of any expression. Again, I folded my arm and rested my weight on one foot. I pursed my lips, shooting sassy stares at him. Kade rubs the spot between his brows in frustration. In a swift move, the gun that was in the back of his pocket was now on my temple.

"I said move it, dammit!" He yelled, still, I didn't budge. Exasperated by my little act, Kade threw me over his shoulders as though I weighed nothing more than a leaf. I kicked my feet, struggling for a release. His hand that spanked my butt should not have made my thighs drip, but it did and a little moan slipped past my lips, which thankfully, was conceded by the curse words I threw at him.

"You sick bastard! Let go of me! Help, somebody, help me," I cried out, still kicking my feet and jabbing my hands against Kade's firm backside.

"Yell all you want, my little murderer, but you are coming with me," Kade took slow steps towards his black Range Rover Velar with tinted windows. He puts me on the ground, then fishes out his phone from his pocket and scrolls through it before turning it to me. On the screen, is a picture of my mother, passed out and tied in the back of a trunk. My heart dropped to my chest.

"I swear to God if you-"

"Shhhhh," Kade shuts me off, tucking his phone back into his pants. "She's alive, for now. But I will not hesitate to end her life should you throw another tantrum. You will get in the car and shut your trap hole throughout the journey back to Madrid, got that?" He warns.

Rage filled my vision. I may have failed once, but not this time. I will kill this man. When I rolled my eyes, Kade opened the car door for me. Once tucked in, he closed the door and walked to the other side.

Then it dawned on me. How come no one had peered to find out the reason for my screams? Not even Mara whom I had met outside. Did...did Villafuentes have something to do with that too? Did he kill all the inhabitants of La Parra just to get to me?

Oh, fuck! What have I done? My thoughts were cut short by the slamming of the other side door. Kade puts on his seatbelt.

"To my gang hangar," he speaks to a man in the front seat I only just noticed. He turns in my direction and smiles at me. I stared back at him and shot him a smirk.

Yes, I will not fail to kill him this time.

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