Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

Another loud gunshot rang out, almost deafening me. I watched in horror as the door to where we were standing was knocked down, and the dead body of one of Alexander’s men came crashing inside.

I gasped, my fists clenched in shock, as the grim reality hit me – I’d lost count of the dead bodies I’d seen over the past two months.

“Come here,” pulling me out of my shock state, Alexander’s iron grip closed around my neck, and he hauled me forward with brute force. His pistol pressed against my temple, the cold metal making my skin crawl.

“Everything has to end today,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear. I stumbled forward, helpless and terrified, as his men scrambled out of the building, their guns in their hands.

Soon, the only sound was the relentless barrage of gunshots, bullets whizzing through the air in every direction from outside.

I struggled fiercely, but Alexander’s grip only tightened as he dragged me forward, his voice a menacing growl: “You better start saying your last prayer.”

I groaned through the tape in my mouth as I watched Alexander dragged me to the top floor of the building, finally stopping on the balcony where the scorching sun instantly hit my face. The groans of pain and gunshots can nolonger be heard, everywhere is now oddly quiet making my heart race.

“If I were you, Damien…” Alexander sneered, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a dangerous grin. “I would drop my weapons.”

I frantically scanned the area, my eyes darting around as my body trembled with fear. Damien was nowhere to be seen, nor were two of his friends, but there were gruesome sight of dead bodies littered all around the area. “Where is he?” I whispered to myself, my mind racing with terror as fear gripped me tightly.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“Come out now, I know you’re still here,” Alexander shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. But there was only silence in return.

“NOW!!” he yelled again, and I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I held my breath, praying that Damien wouldn’t fall for the trap.

“Please don’t come out,” I begged silently, they’ll kill us for sure.

Suddenly, my body shook uncontrollably as I caught a glimpse of another one of Alexander’s men from the corner of my eyes hiding behind a pillar with a gun positioned outside through a tiny hole in the wall.

This is a setup.

I struggled to break free, desperate to scream a warning to Damien – wherever he was, he shouldn’t dare come out or he’d be shot dead on sight. But my voice was muffled, the sound rolling off my lips in a barely audible whisper.

“Come out now or watch your wife and unborn child die,” Alexander sneered, the cold metal of his gun pressed against my temple as he cocked it.

“In the count of four, I’ll blast her head off,” he announced, his eyes scanning the surroundings once again with a mixture of anger and impatience. Smoke choked the air, it’s acrid tang burning my lungs. I can see lifeless bodies lay scattered around the dirt ground. Their twisted limps, lifeless eyes and bloods in their bodies terrifies me, pushing me into trauma.

I heard him started counting down, his voice echoing in my mind, I dragged in a sharp shaky breath. “One…

“Two…

“Three…” My eyes scanned the whole place, but there was no one in sight. I then muttered a desperate prayer, “Oh God, please accept my soul,” my heart raced, waiting for him to reach four and end this nightmare, hoping that death would bring an end to the drama and terror that had consumed me.

“You think I’m joking, right?” Alexander shouted, pressing the gun further into my skin, hard enough to leave a bruise.

“Four…” He had barely finished counting when a familiar voice cut through the air, making my heart stutter.

“Let her go,” Damien commanded, stepping out from behind a tree.

And suddenly a wicked grin spread across Alexander’s face as he saw him, he sneered before snapping at Damien. “Have you considered the pain I felt when you killed my pregnant woman?!”

“I didn’t kill her, I wasn’t behind her murder,” Damien snapped, his voice firm. “We have the issue, not her. She’s innocent, so let her go!”

But instead, Alexander’s grip on me tightened as he screeched, “I can’t let her go! I want you to feel the same pain I’ve endured for years!”

Damien’s anger flared, his words laced with venom: “You want me to feel the pain you went through? You’re the one who backstabbed me! She was mine first, but you know what? I don’t regret losing her to you now. You two are perfect for each other.”

I felt a sudden warmth in my heart at his words, so doesn’t that means that he had move on from his past. That Zuri, now meant nothing to him?

Or is he saying this to make me better? But I don’t think because I can feel the sincerity in his voice. Alot of questions were playing in my head as Damien and Alexander continued to exchange some words.

But suddenly, my gaze fell on the guy hiding behind the pillar again, and my eyes widened in shock as I saw his finger inching toward the trigger. I snapped my head in Damien’s direction, then back at the guy, and that’s when I noticed the gun was pointed directly at Damien.

I know this is Alexander’s plan and Damien has no idea.

I screamed, but my voice was muffled. I instantly gestured toward the guy behind the pillar, trying to catch Damien’s attention.

My face contorted in fear, I continued to struggle, but Alexander’s grip around my neck only tightened. “Behave,” he sneered. The guy behind the pillar remained focused, his finger mere inches from the trigger.

And that’s when Damien finally caught on, understanding the desperate warning I was trying to convey.

I saw Damien’s eyes widen in alarm as he spotted the gun barrel protruding from a small hole in the wall. He was frozen, unable to move without risking being shot.

The guy had him in his sights, and any sudden movement would be fatal. That meant I had to act fast.

Despite his flaws, Damien had somehow managed to capture my heart, and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.

Seeing him hurt was the last thing I wanted. Watching this bastard, Alexander, holding me hostage and breaking him was unbearable. I needed to distract them, specifically the guy behind the pillars.

With my back and hands pressed against Alexander’s front, I seized the opportunity. I grasped his groin through his fabric with my tied hands, squeezing as hard as I could.

Alexander let out a pained scream as he staggered back, his gun hand jerking in response, and the weapon accidentally struck my head. I lost my balance and tumbled over the balcony railing, falling to the ground below.

“Ashley……..!!!!!”

I heard Damien’s nervous scream as he rushed toward me. Everything unfolded very fast. I saw the guy press the trigger, but Damien swiftly dodged the bullet and instantly firing his own bullet at Alexander immediately, who was still clutching his groin in agony and total shock, taking him unaware.

As my body grew weaker, the gravity pulling me toward the ground, I caught a glimpse of something flashing. Before the guy could fire another shot, I saw a bullet whizzing toward him from behind his back.

And quietly, I closed my eyes, surrendering to my fate, and waited for the darkness to envelop me. But instead of falling, I felt myself suspended in mid-air.

“Babe,” Damien’s voice uttered the word for the first time, sending a shiver down my spine. Gradually, I blinked open my eyes, finding myself enveloped in his embrace.

Concern, fear, and nervousness painted his face. And for the first time, I was able to witness the raw honesty of his feelings.

I looked at him but couldn’t see any wound or blood then I immediately looked down to see the lifeless body of Alexander sprawled on the dirt ground.

“Her head is bleeding, you need to rush her to the hospital.” I heard a Pasito’s nervous shriek and I looked upstairs instantly. My vision was blurry but I managed to see him in the balcony and beside him was the guy from the pillar lying lifeless.

Another lifeless body.

I gazed up at Damien, and smiled weakly, watching him hurry toward his car with me cradled in his arms. “It’s over,” I whispered, my voice barely audible before a fit of coughing racked my body, my head throbbing in agony.

“Please, babe, hold on for me,” Damien’s desperate plea reached my ears. Those were the last words I heard before I slipped into the warm, dark embrace of unconsciousness.

Black out!

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