His Bride: Being the mafia’s princess

FLASHBACK*

“Mummy, mummy, please, I need your help.” A small boy ran into his mother’s room, breathing heavily when he got to her.

“Donald?” The beautiful woman who was in her late twenties felt a little surprised to see her son in a haste.

“Mummy, you have to hide me quick before they get here.” The boy pleaded and this time, the woman didn’t hesitate as she dumped the clothes she was folding into the closet and rushed to hide him in the same closet.

It was wide enough, so she was sure he wouldn’t lack fresh air in any way. She resumed back to what she was doing and shortly, she heard a knock on the door.

She exhaled sharply and walked to open the door, it was some muscular men; the guards to be precise.

“Mrs. Dean, have you seen Donald around?” One of them asked, peeking in the room from the little space the woman had left them with.

“What do you mean? I thought he was training with you.” She inquired with a feigned puzzled look on her face.

“Yes. Until he ran away.” The guard lowered his head.

“How could you be so careless? You let him off your hook again?” She sucked in her breath and bit her lower lip.

“Just go and continue looking for him, I’ll wrap up what I’m doing in the room and join you soon.” She added, and the guards nodded before they walked away.

After making sure they were out of sight, she went back inside and straight to the closet.

“The training was tedious again, wasn’t it?” She asked calmly, and the young fella nodded gently.

She heaved out a loud sigh and crouched to his level to engulf him in a motherly hug.

“It’s fine. You can always come here like you did today, I wouldn’t hesitate to shield you away from them.” She soothed, rubbing his hair and back simultaneously.

She disengaged and pecked him on his lips as her lips curled up in a bright smile.

“Come on out now.” She took him by the hands and almost led him out but halted immediately at the sound of a dangerous and loud voice. Her husband was back.

Her facial expression turned into fear instantly, and she gulped down nothing.

“Wait here, I’ll be back.” She whispered and left the boy to meet the owner of the deep, angry voice in their room.

“Useless woman, where did you keep your son?” The man continued to bark as soon as he caught a glimpse of her.

He just got back to find out from the guards that his son ran away during training, and he was only certain this woman had something to do with it, in some way or another.

His facial expression looked like he could kill, and it terrified her down into her veins.

“You’re back?” The woman swallowed hard again, walking towards him gently. She was trembling in her clothes already.

“I asked a question, woman!”

“I’m sorry.” This was the only thing she could mutter as she stopped a few meters away from him.

All of a sudden, he pulled her close and smacked her hard on her cheek, leaving her to fall on the floor due to how she lost balance.

He unbuckled his belt and pounced on her immediately, whipping and hitting her. Her screams filled the air, but it seemed as though it only fueled his rage.

He looked like he would kill her there and then, maybe if he got the chance to, he would. She attempted to run for her life when it became too much for her to endure, but he caged her underneath him, only increasing the torture on her.

After what seems like ages, he pulled away from her and kicked her aside before stomping out of the room.

Donald, who had been watching the whole scenario, rushed to his mother and managed to help her up as he also made sure not to touch her bruises.

The woman muffled her cries and rested on the couch nearby. Her entire body was aching, but she tried not to make it obvious.

Her son was here, and she was certain he must have seen everything. Not like this was the first time her children were experiencing such a scene.

She managed to feign a smile and pulled him into a hug. Then she pecked him on the lips.

“Mummy is fine, alright?” She sniffled and teardrops rolled down her cheeks, but she wiped it off immediately.

*End of Flashback*

Don turned the shower faucet to turn it off. He had been under this shower, trying to clear off the memories that were flooding his head; the memories Lillian made him remember.

That kiss reminded him of so many things that he detested and at times loved, things that weren’t worth remembering because of how much agony and anger they brought him. Then something he didn’t regret, but if only he didn’t do it….

His eyes were closed, and he didn’t realize he was still holding unto the faucet, that it began to make a cracking sound due to how tight it was held.

Shortly, he opened his eyes as he let the faucet go and took a towel from its stand. He tied the towel round his waist before stepping out of the restroom.

His footsteps were slow and steady, but it didn’t guarantee a successful movement to the closet. Soon, he was resting on the nearby couch with his eyes closed.

His heart was beating more than normal, making his breathing a little abnormal too. He held unto the couch like his life depended on it, which was the case at the moment.

A minute passed, and he was still holding unto the couch. He opened his eyes and released his hold on the couch.

Fortunately, his body was no longer failing him, and he could stand without trembling. Though, his heart was still beating abnormally.

He wheezed out a large amount of air before he made his way towards the closet.

There was a knock on the door, but he didn’t say a word as he continued to select a cloth to wear. Whoever it was should sort himself out.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

The door opened, and a guard ran inside.

“Boss.” The guard bowed his head immediately.

“Be quick with what you have to say.” Don still didn’t spare him a glance as he finally laid his hands on a black long pants and a cream-colored T-shirt.

“Sir Antonio is dead.”