His Only: Bride for the Ruthless mafia Boss!

The Escape!

I began to subtly scan my surroundings, taking in every detail of the car, the road, the passing landscape. I knew I had to be prepared, and had to seize any opportunity that came my way. I was a prisoner, but I was determined to break free.

I cleared my throat, trying to sound as natural as possible. "Excuse me , I need to use the restroom. Could we please pull over?"

Alessandro’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he nodded curtly. "Very well. Enzo, pull over at the next convenient location."

Enzo nodded and pulled over a few minutes later. Marco turned to me, his voice firm. "Enzo will accompany you. Don't try anything foolish."

I nodded meekly, trying not to show my desperation. As I stepped out of the car, the driver Enzo followed closely behind me.

We got to a secluded spot in the woods, my heart racing with anticipation. I had to act fast, before Alessandro became suspicious. As we walked, I pretended to pee and asked for some privacy , using the momentary distraction to grab a nearby rock. I turned to the enzo whose back was turned to me, and swung the rock with all my might.

Enzo crumpled to the ground, unconscious. I quickly frisked him, my hands shaking as I retrieved his gun. I hid it under my torn dress, the weight of it a reassuring presence.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I had to make it look like I'd been attacked, or Alessandro would suspect something. I tore my dress further, ripped my hair loose, and smudged dirt on my face.

As I made my way back to the road, I tried to look dishevelled and frightened. I knew he would be suspicious, but I hoped my disguise would hold. I had to get back to the car, had to get away from him before he discovered what I'd done.

I saw the car in the distance,his eyes scanning the horizon for me. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the act ahead. I had to convince him I was still under his control, still trapped. But I knew the truth, I had a gun, and I was ready to fight back.

"ALESSANDRO!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face as I stumbled towards him. I could see the worry etched on his face, his eyes scanning me frantically for any sign of injury.

"Amelie, what happened?" he asked, rushing towards me, his voice laced with concern.

I sobbed, trying to maintain the charade. "Enzo…..he tried to r**e me," I lied, my voice shaking with false fear.

His expression darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "Where is he?" he growled.

I pointed back towards the woods, trying to keep up the act. "I hit him...I had to defend myself."

Marco's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in rage.

"Wait here, Amelie," he said, his eyes still scanning me with concern. "I need to make a call."

He turned and started walking towards the direction I had come from, his phone already in hand. I knew this was my chance. I slowly reached under my torn dress, my fingers closing around the gun I had hidden.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. I aimed the gun at his back, my heart racing with fear and adrenaline. Then he turned abruptly

Alessandro’s eyes locked onto the gun in my hand, his expression calm and collected. He didn't flinch, didn't try to run or attack me. He simply stood there, watching me with an unnerving intensity.

I expected him to be angry, to try and overpower me, but instead, he seemed almost...amused. His eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze never leaving mine, as if he was studying me, waiting for me to make my next move.

The silence between us was oppressive, heavy with tension. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my hand trembling slightly as I held the gun. But he just stood there, his eyes fixed on me, his expression unreadable.

For a moment, I wondered if I had underestimated him, if he was more in control than I thought. But I pushed the thought aside, gripping the gun tighter. I had to see this through, and had to take back control of my life.

"Get on your knees," I said finally, trying to keep my voice steady.

Alessandro raised an eyebrow, but slowly, he sank to his knees, his eyes never leaving mine. I could see the calculation in his gaze, the wheels turning as he tried to figure out his next move. But I was ready for him. I had the upper hand now.

I pulled the trigger, the sound of the gunshot echoing through the air. His hand jerked back, a red stain spreading across his palm. I pulled the trigger again, this time hitting him in the chest. He slumped forward, his eyes wide with shock.

I dropped the gun, feeling a mix of emotions: fear, adrenaline, and a sense of liberation. I turned and ran to the car, not looking back. I didn't care if he died or not. I didn't care about the consequences. For once, I was taking control of my life.

I started the car and sped away, leaving him behind. I felt a sense of freedom I had never known before. I was finally breaking free from his grasp, from the toxic cycle of abuse and fear.

As I drove, I felt a sense of determination wash over me. I would start anew, leave the past behind. I would create a life where I was in control, where I was safe.