Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

I felt restless, and immediately the car stopped, without hesitation, I hopped out. My gaze scanned the area, observing my men as they moved about. As I neared the half-burnt building, my anger surged, boiling within me. The sight that unfolded before my eyes was haunting, sending shivers down my spine.

The charred remnants stood as a somber reminder of the destructive force that had engulfed it. The thick smell of smoke swirls around the place, creating an unsettling atmosphere.

Damn it….. This is one of my profitable warehouses!

I clenched my teeth as I glanced at the building. The once majestic structure now wore the scars of fire, its walls blackened and crumbling, its windows shattered and empty.

“I got the news late,” Pasito said as he came to stand beside me, his right hand gently resting on my shoulder.

“What happened here?” I managed to form my words, my voice laced with anger as I fought to contain it. “This didn’t just start burning,” I turned to face him, my eyes narrowing at the sight of blood stains on the ground.

A fight might have taken place here in my absence.

He let out a frustrated sigh, and in a tone tinged with irritation, he said, “It was robbed.” My head snapped toward him, my eyes locking onto his. “Here, where it was fully guarded. So tell me, is it impossible?”

“We have a snitch among us,” Eros cleared his throat as he walked up to us. My anger flared, and I snarled, “A SNITCH”

“We noticed that the robbers were smuggling our weapons out when we attacked, but the signal came very late,” Pasito sighed, his frustration and anger palpable. “By the time we arrived, they had already smuggled out a lot of weapons,” he rubbed his jaw, his disappointment evident.

“The guards assigned here?” I asked, though I already knew what was coming next.

“Dead, while a few were badly injured,” he blurted, dragging in a deep breath. I nodded, the bloodstains confirming my suspicion.

“How come the fire?”

“Seeing us, they set the place on fire as a distraction to escape,” I nodded at his words. My anger intensified as I paced around, and I felt Eros place his hand on my shoulder. “We have dispatched our men to search for them,” he reassured me.

I took in a deep breath, my eyes blazing with anger. “I’m sorry, buddy,” Pasito sighed, his voice filled with regret.

I stopped and turned to face him, my gaze piercing. “Not your fault, Pasito,” I assured him, my voice steady. I let out a deep sigh, the pieces of the puzzle starting to come together in my mind. Those robbers couldn’t have made it inside unless someone from within helped them. But who could that possibly be? I have plenty of enemies, but having a snitch among my own men is a dangerous game.

“Capo!” One of the guards rushed over to us, gasping for breath. We immediately turned to face him, my cold gaze piercing through him as I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“We found someone from those robbers,”

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We arrived at my underground dungeon, a dark and foreboding place. The walls are made of cold, rough stone, giving it a chilling atmosphere. The air hung heavy with a musty odor as if it had been deprived of daylight for countless years.

As I walked down the corridor, my gaze swept over each cramped cell with its rusty iron bars, where prisoners are held captive. “Where is he?” I questioned, my voice echoing through the corridor as I continued to move forward.

“He’s in the torture room,” Lucas blurted out. As

we passed by each cell, and the guards responsible for their watch bowed slightly in respect, acknowledging my presence as their boss.

I paid no attention to the guards, a smirk forming on my lips as wicked desires clouded my mind. Nobody dared to cross me. “Lead the way,” I commanded, my voice laced with authority. Lucas pointed towards the iron door, signaling our destination. We came to a halt.

“Welcome, Capo,” the guard standing before us greeted, his tone respectful. He opened the door, stepping aside to allow us entry. I nodded in acknowledgment and walked past him.

The flickering light barely illuminated the room, casting eerie shadows through the small holes in the walls. It added to the sense of dread that permeated the air. The whole place is guarded by tough-looking mobsters, ready to bounce on the snitch that is sitting in the center of the room with his hands tightly chained behind the chair. His face is hidden beneath a cloth, and his mouth is securely taped, muffling any sound he attempts to make.

A cold dreadful smirk tugged at my lips as I reluctantly studied him, my fingers clicking together in the air. With a flick of my wrist, one of the mobsters stepped forward, forcefully yanking the cloth off his face. “Hmm…” I heard him groan through the tape that sealed his mouth.

“Kenzo Jones!!!”

My eyelid twitched in surprise, but I swiftly concealed any trace of emotion on my face. As soon as he heard his name, his head snapped up, and I noticed an immediate tremble running through him. Our gazes locked, and the intensity in the air was noticeable.

“Hmm……”

“Hmmm….”

He continued to struggle, shaking his head in disbelief. I could see the fear widening his gaze, his eyes filled with terror.

“Nice to meet you again, Kenzo Jones,” I smirked, stepping out of the shadows to ensure he could see the dangerous look on my face clearly. Tears streamed down his eyes as he continued to shake his head, the muffled sound escaping from his taped mouth.

The flickering torchlight casts eerie shadows on his face, highlighting the lines of worry etched upon it. His eyes darted around the room, searching for a chance to escape.

“Remember what I told you, Kenzo Jones,” I sneered, flashing him a brutal smile that widened into a sinister grin. “Just like the red-colored ink in the contract, so shall be the blood of your blood anytime you dare to defy me.”

“Hmm…!!!”

“Hmmm….!!!”

“Remove the tape,” I ordered, my face hardened.

Lucas stepped forward, forcefully ripping off the tape, leaving a bruise on his lips. My gaze narrowed on him, observing as he took in a deep, heavy breath before his voice trembled as he muttered, “Pl… Please, Damien.”

“Boss to you!” Lucas barked, smacking him on the back of his head. He let out a scream, his head shaking in fear. Quickly, I raised my hand to halt Lucas, signaling him to refrain from any further actions.

“Who sent you?” I demanded, my voice filled with urgency. But he ignored me, his mouth opening and closing forcefully, yet no words escaped his lips.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Where are my billion-dollar weapons that you smuggled out?” I growled, moving closer to the table and tapping my index finger on the hand ax. I locked eyes with him, watching as he glanced nervously at the ax, his eyes welling up with tears. He quickly shifted his gaze to the stoic faces of everyone in the room before swallowing hard.

Despite his restraints, I could sense an air of tension and fear emanating from him. His body language spoke of helplessness and desperation as he struggled against his chains.

“Hmm,” I smirked, “What an obedient puppet?!” I turned around to face Pasito.

“Force out the truth from his mouth,” he nodded at me. I tilted my head to glance at Lucas and then back at Kenzo. “Kill him after,” I responded, my voice filled with disgust.

I turned to spare Kenzo the last threatening look and spoke with a firm tone, “Speak up or go down alone.”

“No……!!!!”

“No…! Please, Dam… Boss!” I could hear his fearful scream echoing behind me as I walked away from the section.

“Shut up and start talking!” Pasito roared, his voice filled with anger. I smiled at the sound of a loud smack echoing in the room before the door slammed shut.

I headed outside toward the car, with Eros by my side. He hurried to catch up with my fast pace and asked, “What are you going to do about the Gadget partnership announcement?”

“We’ll do it my old way then,” he nodded in agreement as I opened the car door and settled into the back seat. “Take me to their headquarters,” I instructed him.

“Alright, boss,” he replied, starting the car’s engine and driving off.