Amara's POV
There he was, standing there, pointing a gun.
Fuck, he is so hot
I snapped out of it and quickly pulled my hands away from Mason, but his firm grip on them didn't let me, and I was stuck in place.
"Let me go." I spat out, but he only held on tighter, his eyes dancing with fury as he looked toward Luca.
No one had time to say anything as a group of Russians came bursting through the wedding hall door, guns in their hands, all of them pointing toward Luca.
"Seize him." Mason yelled, and I finally got free of his hands, running towards Luca.
I jumped onto him, ingulfing him in a big hug.
His body felt so good, he even smelt so good. Fuck, I never want to let go.
"Seize both of them!" I heard Mason yell, and the moment was over as people grabbed a hold of us, prying us off.
"No! Let me go!" I yelled, thrashing in their grip. I watched as Luca got held back too, his body trying to get to mine.
"Amara!" He yelled to me as he got taken through the doors, the rest of his men being taken out too.
"This isn't over." Mason said from behind me, his hands grabbing my face to pull me closer.
"You will marry me, Amara. But after I kill your son of a bitch boyfriend." He threw my face to the side. "Take her to the cell." He said before leaving the room, the rest of the guests following him out.
I was taken back to the house and underground, where we keep some of our prisoners.
It was so cold and damp down here I started to shiver, the feeling of fingers digging into my skin not helping as we walked down the dark hallway, my dress still trailing along the concrete floors.
I was thrown into the last cell, my body slamming against the cold ground as they closed the door, the sound of keys indicating they were locking the doors.
This was bad. If Mason ordered those men to take me away, that means my father has fully given him the spot as leader, and he could do whatever he wanted.
I walked up to the cell wall, grabbing onto the bars and looking at my surroundings.
Two guards stood at the entrance, large guns in their hands as they took watch.
All I had was a tiny dagger at my ankle that they missed when they brought me here, but it was nothing compared to the guns.
I looked behind me, a small mattress was at the corner of the small cell and a tiny tin container was at the other.
I need to get out of here
But as the night went on, I couldn't find any possible escape plan. There was nothing, and Luca was probably dead by now.
I sat on the mattress, close to the edge, for I didn't want to lay down on the gross fabric. My head was in my hands and I ripped my wedding dress, I couldn't take the suffocating feeling of it.
There was nothing I could do.
Luca is dead