Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride novel Chapter 8

Gia’s POV

“Aunty Camilla?” I said, blinking fast as if the sight of her might disappear. “What… are you doing here? How?”

I didn’t wait for her to answer. I rushed forward and threw my arms around her. For a second, she held me. Just a second, then she pulled back.

Her arms dropped from around me like I was something she didn’t want to hold onto for too long.

She looked at me carefully, her voice steady. “Dante’s men brought me here.”

I frowned. “What? Why would they bring you…?”

She stepped closer, placing a hand gently on my arm, like she was trying to calm a wild animal.

“Gia… listen to me. Calm down. Everything is going to be fine.”

“No,” I snapped, stepping back. “No, it’s not going to be fine!”

My chest was tight. I couldn’t breathe. My hands were trembling.

“I need to get out of here,” I begged. “Back at Vincenzo’s club, you promised if we got our twenty percent from the auction, we’d disappear. Start over.”

Her eyes dropped to the floor, and for the first time, I saw guilt flash in her eyes.

“Oh child,” she murmured, her voice cracking. “How I wish… but we can’t.”

I shook my head violently. “Why not? Dante said Dad might be alive. If that’s true, then we should be out there looking for him! He could be hurt. He could need us.”

Her face softened, not with hope but pity.

“Gia,” she said slowly, “you’re too naïve.”

My heart sank.

“You saw those names Dante showed you, the men Lorenzo owes. They’re monsters,” she continued. “If by some miracle your father’s still breathing, he’s hiding. Because even he knows those men don’t leave debts unpaid.”

I stared at her, blinking in disbelief. “So that’s it? You want me to just… give in? Don’t you care about me?”

She tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, the way she used to when I was little and scared after a nightmare.

“My sweet Gia,” she murmured. “Of course I care. But we don’t have a choice. Dante is offering you something no one else will. Protection. Security. A home. He’ll settle all your father’s debts. You’ll want for nothing.”

My mouth dropped open. She truly had grown heartless overnight.

“You’ll get used to it,” she added, her tone slipping into something almost rehearsed. “He’s handsome. Strong. Better than half the men who could’ve won you.”

“You’re not hearing yourself,” I choked out.

“This is the world we live in, Gia,” her voice was even harsher. “Either you accept Dante’s offer… or he’ll cast us out in the street, where your father’s enemies are waiting. You think they’ll offer you contracts? Negotiations?”

She stepped even closer, her tone clearly a warning.

“They’ll drag you into a basement. Tie you up. And take turns, one after the other. And when they’re done, they’ll sell you off again, maybe in pieces this time.”

My breath caught.

That was exactly what Dante said, word for word.

The same vile, brutal scenario he used to scare me.

Did he tell her to say this? Or was this just the dark reality of the mafia world?

“You can’t afford to fight him,” she went on. “You’ve always had that fire, that defiant spirit. Always believed we women had a choice. That we could rewrite the rules. But this isn’t the world you dreamed of, Gia. This is the mafia. And in this world… women don’t get choices. We get assigned.”

She reached for my hand and began massaging my palm in a slightly cynical manner.

“I’ve spent years trying to tame that wildness in you,” she murmured. “Always hoping you’d learn your place before it got you hurt. But maybe now… maybe Dante will do what I couldn’t.”

She lifted my chin gently, forcing my eyes to meet hers.

“You can make this easier for yourself. Be his. Please him. Give him what he wants, and in time… it won’t feel like punishment, you might even begin to enjoy it. Men like Dante, they take what they desire, but they’re not always cruel about it.”

I staggered back in disbelief at the words my aunt was spewing. Her eyes were calm, as if she believed every word she’d just said.

She had become a woman with no conscience.

How could she think I’d ever enjoy being touched by a monster?

As though on cue, the door pushed open.

Camilla flinched and stepped back.

He crossed the room like a storm wrapped in human skin, and I hated how my body still reacted to his presence. He carried a certain aura of power and heat that both confused and awakened something in me at the same time.

“That’s convincing enough,” he said coolly. “I’m sure she understands now.”

Camilla turned back to me. She leaned in, kissed my forehead gently.

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