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[holyblessme]

Hey, pretty people! I’ve recently started working on a Wattpad story—mafia enemies-to-lovers with a marriage plot. I’ll put the excerpt here. Please do me a favour: read it and tell me how you like it. Pleaseeeee😭😭💐

CHAPTER 1

I messed up again. It must be the tenth time I tried to escape, but my father's guards were always there tracking my every movement.

No matter what I come up with, this damn bracelet on my wrist makes noises like hell.

"Miss, please don't make it difficult for us," Augustin, the security head guard, said while roughly grabbing my left arm.

"Why do you always try to escape when you know this thing will make noise?" he looked pissed as his gaze fixed the bracelet on my left wrist - a gift from my father on my 4th birthday after my mother ran away with her lover. That's what he said, but I don't think that's true. Could it be?

It's a metallic bracelet, adorning my wrist,that can giving me electric shock if my father wants to, and it also beeps loudly, making my ears hurt if I go outside of a certain range.

I've tried to get rid of it several times or even destroy it without losing my hand, but it's a very nicely designed and high-tech thing. And my father made sure that if I want to get rid of it, I'll have to cut my hand off.

As Augustin was dragging me in the direction of the car, another bodyguard joined us from behind.

"Gus, you finally found that bitch.." he curses looking at me as if he's going to shoot me right here. But he won't; nobody is allowed to touch or hurt me other than my father. And with Augustin here, he wouldn't be able to do anything anyway.

Augustin turned his gaze behind me with a death stare towards the guard who just called me a bitch.

"What," the guard started, "..Don't look at me like that; we've been running like dogs for an hour to find that bitch!" he finished pointing his finger towards me.

Augustin let go of my arm in a second and quickly moved toward the guard. He grabbed the man's hand and twisted it sharply, causing a loud crack.The guard cried out in pain and fell to the ground. That bastard deserved it. Augustin wasn't going to let him get away with it ,that's for sure. 

It's probably the best time for me to run because he's distracted, and we're not even that close to the car, but I know very well that this old man will catch me in seconds, and on top of that, I'm exhausted. 

It's been more than 24 hours since I left the house. Originally, I planned to take a taxi and leave the city, but I knew they could easily track me down that way. The streets of Sicily are teeming with eyes and ears loyal to my father's network and they a pretty aware of who I am, even if I hardly allowed to leave the mansion.

So,instead I decided to go through the forest area, also because I knew when the bracelet will start beeping there will be no one around me.

I'm Pretty sure now ,that this bracelet also have a tracker in it, Because Augustin still managed to find me.

"Apologies, young man," Augustin said to him grabbing his collar ,with such a cold yet calm expression. 

Now that's fucking scary.

"What.." the man asked half in pain, crying his eyes out confused. 

"Do I have to repeat myself twice young man , because if I have to, your tongue would no longer be there ,to say sorry." 

The guard turned his eyes toward me in the speed of light and said with such a effort"I- I am sorry ... Miss"  

Augustin then leaves his collar and comes back at my side and we begin to walk. Again 

"He's new" I conclude; no one would dare to even speak to me ,like that when Augustin is there. Only Father does that.

"And bad-mannered," Augustin added, and a chuckled escaped from me.

"Good one."

He stopped and looked at me, wondering if I had turned crazy. I'm not. 

At this point, it's just keeping me entertained running like that, even if it's not that fun being caught; it's better than staying behind closed doors and big walls.

"That wasn't a joke," he remarked.

"I know, you never joke, Grinch..." I smiled slightly. "Anyway, thanks for whatever you did to him, but I still hate you for catching me ."

"It's my work. "he said then and sigh , holding his walkie-talkie, to his mouth "everyone get back I found her. "

I watched the starry night, while walking with him and looking at these dark ravens flying across the sky, their wings gracefully slicing through the darkness. I was contemplating their freedom, imagining if I could have this one day Hopefully I will. 

"You have a shitty job, you know that, don’t you?" I said, my voice barely audible.

Because of all of this, sometime I feel like a famous criminal Maybe I am , the only difference is that,  the crime I had committed is not against the government but my father and here I am being held again, making my way back to the prison.

"..Augustin, seriously can't you let me go this time, just once?" I asked him while still lost in observing that beautiful raven night.

"You know very well, it's not possible," he said firmly, as he walked us. I knew very well he couldn't, but he was always indulgent with me, almost like more of a father. More than my real father.

Augustin Donaven, a man in his 50s with grey-tinted hair and striking blue eyes, had worked for my father for as long as I could remember. Loyalty ran deep with him—betraying my father would be like signing his own death warrant. And that’s not something I’d ever want.

As the moonlight shined down on us, I couldn’t help but notice how his clothes, usually so clean and pressed, were now full of dirt. Guilt twisted in my gut; I hated that I was putting him through this. Just by looking at him, I could tell he hadn’t rested in days. He had to be exhausted from all this cat-and-mouse nonsense, but he never complained. He was just doing his job, staying true to my father. I knew that once I was out of the picture, it would be a huge weight off his shoulders.

"You know, one day I will go somewhere where nobody can find me - not even you or my father."

He looked at me for a second with something similar to sadness in his eyes. "I hope so," he whispered, but his voice was loud enough for me to hear without the other guard ,catching on, who was behind us. 

I smiled in response because hope is the only thing keeping me alive.

We made our way to the five Range Rovers parked in the middle of the road with multiple guards inside, and there stood Tobias Kenneth, leaning on the car, staring straight into my soul.

Why on earth did he have to be here? 

He's a former soldier; I'm not sure why he's serving as my bodyguard, especially considering he's pretty young for retirement, but it's not like I'm curious about it. Probably I am 

It's only been two months since he became my bodyguard, but I hardly see him unless my father is out of town, leaving his watchdogs to keep an eye on me.

"Rosary, Rosary.., You look pretty happy for someone who just got caught running huh," he remarked, I ignore him not bothering to take him seriously. 

It's a habit for him to fucking get on my nerves each time.

"What? Cat got your tongue, princess?" He said. 

"Well, that's because it's not the last time solider, oh-my , my mistake ex-soilder ." I grinned wildly at him and wink at him, bieng called solider was a triegerpoint of him.  

"Oh, I can bet that it is," he remarked, not turning his gaze off me, looking pissed now just as I imagined.

He approached me to tie my hands. "Just for our security," he says. 

Augustin intervened, "Leave it, Tobias; she won't bite."

I smirked, "It's okay, Augustin; he's afraid that maybe I'll pluck out his eyes."

"Get inside the car, Miss Salvador," Tobias ordered, his Russian accent thick as he smirked and opened the passenger door. I obeyed without hesitation—escape was pointless with two cars in front and two behind, each packed with men and guns.

While Augustin drove, Tobias glanced at me through the mirror. 

"I know I'm your favorite soldier, but you should seriously find something else to do, instead of following me everywhere."

I winced, and he was about to respond when Augustin interrupted, "Miss, your father is coming back from Germany."

For a moment I didn't register his words, everything was blank, but then panicked rushed through me as I proces.

“W-what do you mean he’s coming back? H-he’s never done that before!” My voice was rising, almost yelling, but I couldn’t help it.

Augustin’s expression grew more serious. “I don’t have all the details, but, You need to be ready.”

Despite numerous failed attempts, my father had never cut short his business trips. Of course, when he came back after his trips he used to give me punishment by electric shocks thanks to this damn bracelet.

It was hard to endure the first time when I got caught, but I got used to it.

It's been more than 8 years now since I started trying to escape, the first attempt was when I turned fifteen.

I still remember how my father's guard dragged me that night back to the mansion. It was a cold and terrifying , I still have nightmares about it sometimes . 

Sadly, at that time, Augustin was not in Sicily ; he was sent to Russia for some business and came back a week later.

Since then, somehow he make sur, he's the one who finds me first before anyone, i should probably hate him but somehow i can't and even if I get found by him, it somehow feels safe. 

 As the car drove through the darkened streets, the silence began to suffocate me. My mind raced with thoughts, and I tried desperately to focus on anything other than the looming threat of my father’s return

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