The mafia's Kidnapped Bride

The rain didn't stop pouring as the night slowly became impenetrably darker. I knew this was a mistake but I acted on impulse and there's no going back now. Going back means getting tortured and living a life of captivity again. I couldn't do that to myself. I've come this far.

I slowly cornered into the dark Alley, feeling my legs getting weaker. I knew I couldn't get any far with these shoes on. Backing into the wet brick wall, I unbuckled the strap high heels and gently placed them down. My hair was getting on my eyes so I pulled them up, pulling out a single hair strand to tie the rest on top of my head.

I wiped the rain water out of my eyes before looking to the right side of the quiet road.

Empty.

Not a single person. Anyone knew better than to trespass here during this hour. Anyone but me.

I could feel my heart thundering in my rib cage as I stepped into the light, slowly making my way towards where I presumed the gate was. I could feel my body visibly shaking. But I couldn't decide why. Whether because of the rain I'd been under for the past one hour or due to the fear that had accumulated inside my body over the course of hours. I didn't know how much longer I could actually Walk without fainting.

The day had been beautiful, it had started well, he was being nice to me, and I ruined it. And now, I'm going to pay for it if he ever catches me again. That's why I need to leave right now without getting caught. I don't have a home to go back to but I'll figure something out. I would this time.

" Bring him closer, asshole! " I fell back as I heard his domineering voice from upfront, the venom in his voice shaking me up till I couldn't walk anymore, finding myself wrapping up against the walls once again. It felt like I had two hearts, and suddenly they were fighting with each other inside my small rib cage. I felt like I was going to faint. But I had to keep going.

I heard strong urgent footsteps upfront. It was the only way I could take to get to the gate. The opposite side lead back to the big mansion. I couldn't go back. I slowly and gently took a step after the other, fearing that I'd actually step onto a pod of water and catch their attention. That was the last thing I wanted right now.

As I approached the end of the wall, I saw the urgent movements of Logan's men, dragging somebody who appeared to be on the wet floor. I couldn't risk getting closer to see who he was killing again, to see who had dared to cross him again. I needed to just wait here till they finished with whatever they were doing before I ran off.

" I swear, I didn't do it! " The man screamed, obviously begging for his life. His voice broke my heart but I tried not to cry. I heard him getting beat up again, causing me to shut my eyes tight. Watching someone getting beaten or hurt has been something that always got me upset and sad and Logan always enjoyed making me watch such events.

After a while, I decided to take a peak of the scene. My eyes met with Logan's back, four of his men standing in a circle, the victim seated on a wooden chair in their center. I couldn't see who the man was. All I could see was the silhouette of the side of his face as he looked up at Logan.

Suddenly, Logan was laughing sinisterly, stretching out his hand for a gun. My heart stopped beating.

" Did you just say you didn't sleep with my hot wife? " He asked amidst laughter, grabbing hold of the gun that he's being provided.

Huh? Sleep with who? Me? I felt confused. Who was that man?

" No, I swear! Please! I'll do anything! " The poor man begged for his life. I tried to see his face but again it was impossible. Suddenly, a surge of energy kicked through me and I told myself I wasn't gonna stand here and let an innocent man die for my sake. He didn't do what he's being accused of.

But again, Logan wouldn't merely let him go just because I testified. He would still kill him and probably kill me too for trying to run away. He was a psycho who didn't reason anything or anybody. He deserved to die and I'll see to that as soon as I get out of here.

I saw his men punching him on the face again. I quickly looked down, feeling the pain like I was the one being punched. This wasn't fair. It isn't.

But we were having such a nice evening a few hours ago, he was being lovely and nice and I was being cooperative like before. He didn't suspect I was planning to escape tonight so why...

Oh no.

The thought struck me like fierce lightening. I remembered the last thing he had said to me before one of his men came to take him from the room. He had said he'd kill Emma.

My heart picked up race, painfully thudding and pushing at my chest. I felt the air get knocked out of my lungs.

" Stop! " I wanted to scream as he pointed the gun at his forehead. I felt my skin crawl as I watched. I wanted to stop him, beg him to stop but at that moment, I didn't know what to do first. Yell for him to stop or run to the gun point. But what guarantee did I have that he wouldn't just kill me and still kill him too? He was a fucking psycho.

Everything seemed to happen so so fast that in a split second I was hearing the clicking of the gun and in the next second, I was hearing a loud gun shot. It was deafening and I almost lost my balance. But I knew giving up now would only jeopardize things. The deed has been done and the last thing I wanted was dying without getting my revenge.

I found myself clinging to the wall, hyperventilating.

I caught sight of a cloth sack getting pulled over Emma's head before being raised from the chair. I couldn't watch anymore, I wanted to throw up. I quickly retracted my way back to the dark Alley where I sat crying for a while, scared out of my mind. I was having difficulty breathing and I didn't know if I could ever make it out of here.

Ever.