FORCED MAFIA BRIDES

This is for the girls that have pure hearts but dark and twisted fantasies. Let's walk on the edge of the knife together.

Disclaimer:

In no way or form does the author condone gender-based violence and any assault, especially on women. When a woman says no, a man should listen, understand, and do as told.

This is a work of fiction with dark fantasies brought to life.

Trigger warnings: Violence, Explicit Language, self-harm, sex, and Non-consensual sexual activities.

The male leads are not morally gray, they are just bad bad men.

Book tropes: Age gap, Non-consensual, forced marriage, mafia, strong and fierce female lead, and dark romance.

BOOK 1: THE EXTERMINATOR'S WIFE

SERENE'S P.O.V

"It's time."

Time for my slaughter.

Time for my demise.

Time for the end of me.

I balled my hands into fists, ready to swing them to anyone who dared carry me out of the car.

I knew it was futile though. I knew resisting would make the matter worse. Never had a thought ever passed through my brain that I would find myself in such a situation.

"No." I spat out fiercely with the guards standing outside my door, waiting for me to open it but I would never.

"You have to, Serene."

"No, I don't Dad."

I actually did. I knew my only option was to obey.

I shouldn't have come home. Getting a call from my father telling me to come home hadn't set off any warning bells in my head. If only I'd known what he would tell me, I wouldn't have come.

Blaming him was unfair though. He was just a pawn on the chessboard, taking orders, and this time the orders were to get his only daughter home and prepare her for marrying whoever knows who.

I desperately shook my head. " Over my dead body."

"Serene, I've let you sulk and grumble, but this is not the day to disobey. The order has been given. We will comply and you will be a good wife."

I scoffed, not in this lifetime.

Never.

"You don't even know who or where I'm being carted off to. Do you even care?"

It was a low blow, I knew it, but I was too hurt to be reasoned with. Of course he cared. He was my dad. I loved him to death. He tried to keep me out of his world as much as he could but finally it swallowed me in. It would have been better if he had arranged the wedding but his boss hadâ€"Don Slade. Slade was a cruel and evil man. He was a man you had to always stay on his good books or the consequences would be too much to bear.

The church was before us, just a few steps to my unknown destiny. The thought of it made my chest tighten, and suddenly I couldn't get enough air. I was gasping and trembling like a newborn calf, blinking away dark spots from my vision as I got more and more light headed.

I didn't want to be a mafia wife. It was nothing but pain and death. I didn't want this life.

I had a boyfriend waiting for me back in the city. I had a degree to finish and friends to get back to.

"-ou….ed to calm…wn." I managed to make out as my ears rang. My father was right before me, when he stepped out of the car and ran around to my door, I didn't know. I was spiraling with anxiety and fear.

He took my face into his hands. "Breathe baby, breathe."

I shook my head over and over, frantic in my terror. I wanted to go home. I wanted to get away from here.

This couldn't be happening.

I blinked away the tears to meet his eyes, and soon I was breathing along with him.

A shudder ran down my body and the pain in my chest eased a bit.

My father brought me to his chest, hugging me tightly.

Would I ever see him again?

One thing I knew was that my soon to be husband wasn't part of Slade's cartel. He could have been from any cartel, from anywhere in the world.

"Dad." I cried out, desperately holding onto him.

"I know baby, I know. But you need to stay strong. This world is filled with dangerous men who see women as nothing but possessions. Stay strong and choose your fights carefully."

The words washed over me like cold water. I held on for a second longer as I composed myself. It was all funny coming from him considering what he did to women.

A kiss was planted on my forehead before my father pulled back.

My father's men surrounded us, silent observers to my suffering.

I knew everything was being reported back to Slade.

Dad held out his hand and I took it. I jumped out of the car. In my defiance, I had worn sneakers underneath my dress and the only reason my father hadn't protested was because of how long the dress was.

We climbed our first step into the church and my heart suddenly lodged itself into my throat. The two large mahogany doors opened as we got closer, and I could see the church full with who knows who.

The veil was pulled down my face, and I placed my hand into the crook of Papa's elbow. The orchestra started their performance, and I scoffed at the absurdity of it all. I felt like a mockery to my face; the expensive dress, the church, the guests, and the music.

Fear, anger, and hate all exacerbated the anxiety I was feeling, and I knew I was like a ticking time bomb ready to explode any moment.

I took the first step, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. I drew warmth and strength from my father.

The whole church had risen up to its feet, just staring at me as I walked down the aisle.

Finally, finding the courage, I looked away from my feet up and down the aisle to the man I would marry.

First was the priest in his ostentatious and extremely gaudy gown, smiling like he didn't know his church was filled with the worst filth this world had. I saw Slade standing in the first row and I shuddered. Next to him was another man looking as dangerous as Slade.

My eyes drifted away and finally set on the man I was being forcefully bound to.

My heart nearly exploded. A wave of coldness washed over me. I felt all the blood leave my face.

Thoughts and reason left me. The next thing I knew I had already turned. I ripped my hand from my father's before he could react.

A shout came from somewhere but my body was on flight-mood.

My feet moved on their own, seemingly as if it was all happening in slow motion then I snapped out of it and realized I was running.

There was no turning back.

I ran for the door, dodging the guards.

I grabbed the hem of my gown into my fists, showing my sneakers then I held nothing back. I ran with everything in me.

"Serene!"

It was a distant call, one I barely heard as I ran down the street, dress flying all around me. Tears filled my eyes, knowing my father would pay for this slight but it was already too late. I had run from my fate and there was no going back.

'I should go back.' I thought.

'No, it's too late.' I argued.

I ran my hands through my hair, ripped out the veil, and threw it down forcefully.

I was fucked and I knew it. I shook so hard that even my lips trembled.

"What have I done?"

I paced back and forth, my eyes skittishly moving in every direction. As soon as the doors of the bus opened I jumped in. There was no way I could escape. There was no way I would survive this. If Slade didn't kill me first then my supposed husband would skin me alive.

The image of him had me shudder again.

Eyes so dark they almost seemed to swallow the light, with barely any soul in them. The tattoo could be seen peaking from his shirt and the scorn on his face had made it clear he had already been pissed. He would kill me with his bare hands. I was sure they were gigantic themselves.

I shrieked in my seat, folding my arms around my body.

I was doomed.

"Hey, are you okay?"

I jumped as a man touched my side.

I nodded my head without even looking. He breathed out and moved on.

I was a dead woman walking.

Where would I go? There was nowhere they wouldn't find me.

But I was just a nobody, a lieutenant's daughter. They would probably marry some other girl in my stead. What of my father? Where would he be then?

He was a high-ranking lieutenant but no one was indispensable in the cartel. Many had been killed for much minor crimes. The near silence around me nearly drove me crazy. No one sat next to me and I was grateful. I buried my face in my hands to pull it up again. I was too shocked and packed with adrenaline to think clearly. All that ran in my head was the sight of my supposed husband.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be making an emergency stop." said a panicked voice from the bus speakers. My heart went crazy as I stared at the ruckus around me. All were muffling to those around them, wondering what was happening. The panic could be seen and heard but none could compare to mine. I thought I would wet myself. I hadn't even realized the bus had slowed down.

It was inevitable, I thought.

'It's nothing to do with us, chill.'

I couldn't help stand up and stare out the window. Wide eyes from everyone stared around, curious on what was happening.

"What do you think is going on?"

"I don't know. Just a bunch of cars blocking the road!" Someone shouted and chaos happened as everyone tried to shuffle to the front and get a better view.

I didn't know what to do. I knew they had found me. I couldn't even make my way to the front because my dress was so huge.

"Can I pass, please!" I screamed out in frustration as I pushed forward with little success.

"Move!" I was holding on by a string, drowning in the deep end that I had thrown myself in.

I pushed my way through until I could see what had the others gasping.

Three range rovers were parked around the bus and men stood by the doors.

Right in front of the middle car he stood. His jacket was off, a white shirt with his gun handle on show. What would they do if I didn't step out? What would he do to me for running away?

Finally, I stared at the other men. I grew up around mafia men. I knew they wouldn't hold anything back, they'd kill all the passengers unless I stepped out.

The way they stood as if bored showed that their patience had been tested.

"Move, please" I pushed through, getting pushed and curses back. The people didn't understand. This was far worse than they could have imagined.

"Please, open the door," I said to the driver as I tried to calm myself down.

"Lady," The man warned but I gave him a look and he shrugged, opening the doors.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to shout but all I could do was beg my legs to move. The air blew my hair away; it was cold and harsh.

I took a few steps but I just couldn't move further. I couldn't walk to my death. I couldn't do it. My body swung, my feet fast as I ran the opposite direction. It was stupid but somehow all my body knew was to run. I pushed forward as if I was running track. I put all I had yet arms soon wrapped around my waist.

A scream poured from my mouth as they grabbed a hold of me. I tried to kick my way out of their hold, swinging my arms and screaming.

Fucking bastards.

Somehow the man was able to drag me to the car where I was thrown in. I jumped off as soon as they let go of me and nearly got my hand chopped off by the door as it slammed.

"Fuck you!"

The price I would pay would be steep so I made it worth the pain. I kicked and punched the window until I wilted like a dehydrated flower.

Anger and fear nearly consumed me. I was holding on to the fight by pure stubbornness.

The car door opened and the man I hated with everything in me slid through. His sleeves were rolled up, his arms like muscled guns. Tattoos ran up them with scars. He was the scariest man I had ever seen. Somehow I scooted further away and even in my fear I still pushed my head up and stared at the devil. He was probably in his early forties or late thirties but as much as my father was a good-looking man, he had nothing on this man. The man had that exotic look to him, like something forbidden.

His face snapped to me and I jumped back. My breath was gone, fighting to stay conscious. He was rough and raw in a way I could not describe. His arm moved, two fingers gesturing for me to shift closer. I didn't want to, lord I wanted to run but to my utter horror, the door was locked as I tried to pry it open. There was nowhere to go.

I was going to pass out with how my heart was beating. I was getting faint from the shortness of breath.

His hand came quickly, wrapping around my nape painfully with him pulling me closer by my neck. I yelped, trying to fight him off but what was the point? His fingers dug into my neck painfully.

I bit my lower lip, tears bordering my eyes to barely see the paper he placed on a book on his lap. A pen sat on it and I knew what it was. And I knew what I had to do but I couldn't.

I couldn't sign my life away like that.

The fight poured back and I tried to push away but failed. His fingers dug deeper and I rather would have died. But he was stronger than me, pulling me by my neck.

I screamed and cried, screaming in anger. I hammered my fists as much as I could to him until my throat felt as if it would split into two.

"Fuck you!" I screamed, but even I knew I was fighting a losing battle.

"Sign."

"No!" I screamed, trying to push him off.

His hand tightened, showing me that he hadn't even been putting much force.

Pain exploded and I halted. I couldn't even scream as the pain shot from my neck to paralyze my whole body. I felt as if I was dying.

My hands ran up to the air, begging with my eyes as tears poured out.

He let go, my body collapsing on him.

"Sign." His voice was gruff.

The pen was pressed in my hand and pushed down.

I couldn't believe it. It felt like an awful dream I would wake from. It couldn't be. My hand moved, signing on the dotted line only to stop and stare at the signature in utter horror.

The pressure from the hand holding mine let go.

I felt paper light as arms caught me from falling on him. The fight had completely left me and I felt empty. My heart shattered into a million pieces.

What would I do?

How would I escape?

Trigger warning: This chapter contains non-consensual sexual activity.

I was dropped off three hours later in the middle of nowhere. We had left civilization thirty minutes back, just the driver and I. God knows where the other cars had gone. I was raw, staring up at the medium-sized glass house. The glass was dark, sending a shiver down my body.

It looked like an expensive and fancy prison I would not be able to escape.

Trees were all that rounded it, a tall wire keeping who knows what out.

The air was cold, the sun sending its goodbyes. I walked up, opened the door as the car drove to the garage. A smaller house stood just a few miles from where I was heading but it was still in the compound.

I took the steps up, raw with emotion. I did not know where my husband was and what I would meet in the house.

The handle was pushed down and the door gave way.

Did he just leave his house unlocked?

" Hello?"

It felt like the start of a scary movie.

No one answered, my voice just echoing.

I went from room to room, searching for someone but after awhile I realized I was on my own and the driver never came into the house. I walked up the stairs and finally found a room that seemed to have life in it.

The house was as scary as its owner. No personal artifacts, no color. It was all blacks, greys, and whites. Everything seemed overly perfect, perfectly squared. Seeing the bed pulled me into exhaustion. I went to it, running my fingers through the cover.

"What have they done to my father?" I hoped they hadn't punished him. A sigh pulled out as I thought of the conversation I would have to have with my husband.

I had to stop being emotional and use everything in me to make as comfortable a life as I could get with him. Did he have rank? I was not sure but Mafia men were all the same. They were abusive and wild.

My nights would be cold and lonely. He would travel a lot, was surely abusive, and probably fucked anything with legs.

I didn't want this. I wanted to have a nice small family which I would love with all my heart. As of then I had to buckle my heart with belts. I had to shield myself from any torture I would endure at the hands of my dear husband.

Sighing, I moved to the bathroom where I found all my toiletries. They had taken my bags to his house the evening before.

I took a long hot shower, preparing myself for what was to come.

Maybe I would be lucky and he wouldn't come back for the next month. Maybe he would die somewhere and I would be free.

The thoughts halted as I oiled my elbows. I listened but I did not hear the sound again so I put down my lotion and walked back to the bedroom. I pulled the covers back only to freeze as the door opened.

The scream was stuck at the tip of my tongue with my eyes taking in the sight before me. My husband walked in and the man was drenched in blood. It clung to every pore of his and left his hair sloped down. His shirt had turned crimson, clammed on his skin.

My own blood ran cold.

Whose blood was it?

Was it my father's?

Had he been punishing my father?

The question was left on my tongue as I stared, paled.

His eyes found mine and I swear the devil was walking on earth, staring right at me. I saw the embers of hell in his eyes.

I stumbled back in shock.

His eyes ran up and down my body before he bee-lined for the bathroom but not before sneering, "I don't want that on your body when I come back."

The door slammed so hard I felt as if he had slammed it right to my face. His words did not even make sense until seconds later where all the blood drained out of me. I thought of running but the fear kept me bolted. He seemed angry. He seemed lethal. He would tear me apart. The cry was pushed back down my throat only to come back with much force. My whole body shook and all I could do was lower myself down on the bed before I fainted.

I hadn't known I had been shaking until the covers quivered with me. The tears threatened to turn me blind. I didn't want this. Fuck!

I had to fight but it was futile. He would have his way one way or another.

Somehow I convinced myself that if I pretended to be asleep he would leave me alone so I pulled the covers up as if they would protect me. The prayer was chanted in my heart as the time dreadfully stretched.

I heard the water run and an image of his body came to mind. He was so big he would bury me alive.

"Please God,…."

I stopped even breathing as the door from the bathroom suddenly opened and closed.

No sound was heard after that and the fear would swallow me whole.

Where was he? What was he doing?

My breath ran out as the cover was instantly ripped away, leaving me bare.

I had a growl and I knew why he was angry. I was dressed when he had clearly stated his terms.

I shook so hard, clutching whatever sheet was left near me.

I wanted to beg but I bit my tongue in defiance.

At some point I would have to give in but not like this. I was not ready. I needed time.

My body was flipped around, and I found myself staring dead at the devil.

The blood was gone, just water dropping from his hair.

"What did I say?"

He was dangerously on the edge.

"When I say do something, you do it."

If I wasn't so scared I would have chuckled and told him to fuck off but I found myself staring wide-eyed.

He crawled on top of me and that's when he ripped my short nightgown apart forcefully until it fell off my body, giving him a front row show to my body. The sound on its own should have sent me crying but it had an entirely different effect. My eyes ran to his hand as it ran up as if sizing me and I guess he wasn't impressed. His hands were humongous. His fingers were thick and long.

I shivered as he ran his hand up my waist.

It felt so foreign yet I was finding it hard not to react..

His knee parted my legs apart as I closed my eyes and began shaking my head.

I would not give in so easily. Once I bent to his will I would lose any self-will I had left in me.

My hands folded before I pressed them on his chest to push him away.

"No!" I screamed at him then began thrashing.

A groan poured from him, deep, and deadly. I pushed and thrashed harder.

His body pinned me down, feeling his erect dick press on my stomach.

He was huge.

"No."

His hands pressed me harder, his touch turning so rough he would imprint on me.

His knee pushed harder. My legs fell apart. His hand lowered down to my pussy with his mouth coming to my breast. The moment his tongue swiped over I pushed up, my nails digging into him with a groan pulling from him.

I dug into his skin so deep I was sure blood was drawn. My feet pushed back and forth on the sheets.

He bit my nipple and I pushed harder, moving my head from side to side.

It seemed to excite him. It seemed to get him harder.

His thick finger rubbed on my clit, pulling even more fight from me.

Another groan poured from him before he quickly dipped his finger lower to slam it in me.

"So wet." He groaned as he thrust his finger deeper in me.

I was too far gone to dwell in my shame.

I fought to push my thighs closed but his thick arm stood, keeping them apart. He thrust in deeper and faster and I was left panting my words.

"Stop."

He tried to take in my whole breast in his mouth and I withered. He sucked and bit as I cried and begged.

With each pump my legs were getting weaker. With each thrust it was harder to keep the fight. I gripped his side as he slipped another finger in me then rammed in me with such force.

My back arched, gasping for air as I thrashed on the sheets.

He licked my neck up, moving to bite my ear before sucking it.

"My little slut."

His thumb pressed on my clit with his fingers deep in me, searching until he found my G-spot. As soon as he rubbed it, I buckled and cried out harshly.

"Open wide for me."

"No. Fuck you." I was able to groan out forcefully. My eyes found his, staring deep into each other.

His free hand circled around my neck, pressing me down.

"Open up."

Anger surged in me.

"No!" I wheezed out.

His fingers moved in my pussy again, pumping in me with such pure force.

I had to fight to keep his stare and I was slowly losing.

"Open."

I couldn't even speak, just shaking my head.

"Open!"

I was losing the fight with the pure pleasure riding through me. He pressed on my G-spot and I gasped out, my chest pushing out with a tremble running through me as I felt this liquid gush out my pussy. I was peeing!

I tried to stop it but I couldn't.

My body thrashed up and down. His hand moved from my neck to my chest to hold me down as I thrashed so hard. The liquid poured out and I screamed with such paralyzing pleasure ripping through me.