In Love With The Mafia's Wife

CHAPTER 3 – Footsteps of an angel

Olivia’s POV

“Chain the bi*ch!” When I heard those words, I never thought that those will be the last few words of Fedrick I would ever hear.

Nonetheless, that was my fate every day. Life never showed mercy to me, in fact, I had never known the meaning of a happy life. I had seen the rainbow-like colorful lives of others and I prayed to God every day for Him to just give me A single color to my life. But, my prayers were never heard by God. Instead, the devil himself came into my life. Ever since the day Fedrick forcefully married me, the only single word I knew was torture. It was there, constantly and never-ending, in my life without any interruption.

On top of that, Fedrick was a womanizer. He was handsome and almost every woman threw themselves at him just for the sake of s*x. Unfortunately—or perhaps, fortunately—I never felt anything towards him except fear. When I saw his figure, my vision would start to get blurry and dark with terror. He made my life a living hell. However, he never sexually took women forcefully, it was the only plus point I had. When he understood that I was not ready to warm his bed, he started to torture me instead.

I was sold to Fedrick when my pathetic father was not able to repay his debts to him. I was absolutely ashamed to call him my father, only his DNA would prove that he was my father. Otherwise, he never did anything for me or my mom. Speaking of my mom, she was the only hope I had in my life. I worked hard and studied well to attend medical college so that one day I could do free checkups for patients who had financial issues like us. Mom did a small bookkeeping job and her salary was just enough only to take care of the main expenses we had. When I was fourteen, I found a part-time job at a café and I used the money I earned for my expenses. I still remember how sometimes when we didn’t have enough food, Mom slept with an empty stomach, lying to us that she was not hungry.

The only thing my bast*rd father did was steal Mom’s money. He would use the money to party with his friends, gamble, and drink. Sometimes we didn’t even know what happened to him when he disappeared for a couple of days. Things were so bad that I even prayed to God that we would soon hear the news of his death so that Mom and I could spend the rest of our life happily.

Money never bothered me. In my teenage years, like every other girl my age, I had my bucket list of fun things I wanted to do. However, later I realized that it was not my scene. Instead, I always wanted to help my mom and work hard to give her a comfortable life one day.

As if her life wasn’t hard enough, she was also harassed every day by my so-called father. Only the walls of our house knew what she went through behind that closed door of their room.

I knew that my prayers weren’t reaching God’s ears. So, I decided to study well and work hard. When Fedrick married me forcefully, I was in my first year of medical college. I was a bright student there and I worked hard to achieve my goals. Sadly, it was all destroyed as a result of my father’s unpaid debts.

To put it simply, my father’s drunkenness ruined us!

As soon as I became Fedrick’s prisoner—and he, my torturer—I planned to escape. In fact, I did attempt to do so a few times, but they all failed. I got caught in the hands of Fedrick’s guards and then I was dragged to his basement where his torturing cells were located. There I was chained for days without any meals or water. Sometimes I got only one meal a day and other times, I received only a glass of water for the entire day.

Fedrick was a psycho! His pleasure was to see me getting tortured. In the beginning, I broke down, both physically and emotionally. I sprawled out on the floor for hours without any assistance or medical attention. But, as time went by, I began getting addicted to the pain. My nerves were filled with pain and I was able to tolerate his torture for hours. Through it all, I never fought back. Everything I did was because I had the hope that one day I would be able to release myself from hell and run to my mom.

Unfortunately, my hope was crushed when Fedrick declared that my mom died of womb cancer. God was so merciless and my fate was playing a cruel game with my life. I stopped praying and the last hope of fleeing away from this hell started fading away after news of her death. My life was empty and only Fedrick’s torture filled my body. At first, I started to hate my father and Fedrick, but after some time, I was nothing more than a lifeless body.

I was laying on the cold blood-soaked ground of the torturing cell as I felt my heartbeat getting weaker. My throat was dry and I couldn’t calculate how long I had been laying in that dark cage. Once in a while, I could hear the screams of other prisoners. Still, there was no one there to show a tiny piece of mercy on me. The women were wh*res while the men treated me like a piece of s**t.

I couldn’t sit upright on the floor since my whole body was in immense pain. So, my numb body lay on the ground as I shivered, icy winds blowing into my open wounds. My dress was stuck to my body, drenched with my blood. The metallic taste of blood filled my tongue when I licked my lips, to dampen it with the tinge of wetness on my tongue.

Then, all of a sudden, I started to hear the sound of bullets being fired. I had never heard a sound like that before. Obviously, the sound of guns firing and shooting was not a new thing for me since the day I arrived there, but the sounds I heard were of a continuous gunfight. Usually, Fedrick shoots his enemies with one bullet and that too, right in the middle of their forehead, making it the end of the fight. But, what I heard was like two parties fighting.

Wait, are the cops here? Nah, it couldn’t be. I knew very well that Fedrick pumped money into the pockets of police officers to keep their mouths shut.

Then, who could this be? Who is brave enough to challenge Fedrick? Has a guardian angel come to save me? Or am I just hallucinating as a result of all my blood loss?

After about a few minutes, the shooting stopped. Who won? Fedrick or the other party?

Soon, I started to hear footsteps approaching the cell. Who is coming here? It’s not one person for sure. I hear a few different footsteps. Has the rescue team arrived or was my worst nightmare at my doorstep?

“Boss, we found a girl in the basement. Actually, it’s not a basement. It looks more like a dungeon,” I heard a man’s voice informing someone else.

I am sure that is not Fedrick, which means he lost! But what if these people are more brutal than Fedrick. Oh dear god! What are you bringing into my life now?

I was weak and not in any position to fight with any of them, so I decided to continue laying on the ground as I was. After a few minutes, I heard the echo of heavy footsteps of a different person. For a moment, I wondered if they could be the footsteps of an angel, but his voice snapped me out of my daze.

A deep manly voice startled me, “Answer me! Who is she?”

“S…he i…s……” someone stuttered in response. I recognized his voice as one of Fedrick’s guards.

“I don’t have all day to play around, buddy! Hurry up and f**king tell me already!” I heard the sound of a gun clicking, intimidating the guard. I realized that whoever was threatening the guard had a gun.

Of course, he would! Who would come to a fight with a bouquet of flowers instead of guns?

“She i…s his wife,” he finally declared. I giggled mentally when I heard the term ‘wife’. It was all just on paper. My real significance as a wife was never present in our marriage.

After a few seconds, I heard the cell door open and a single pair of footsteps started to walk toward me. The heavy footsteps were different than the first ones that I heard from the group. As his footsteps became louder, I knew that he was approaching me to examine me. I wanted to cover my body because most of my skin was exposed. My dress had torn when Fedrick whipped me. However, I couldn’t move my hands, instead, they remained numbed and glued to the floor.

The footsteps stopped near me. I wanted to open my eyes and see the person, but they were comfortable without the light so I decided to keep them shut. Then, there was nothing but silence for a few minutes.

Then, I suddenly started to feel something warm on my body, covering my frail cold body. After a while, I realized that it was a blanket or some other cloth. Still, the warmth I felt was unexplainable. It was like getting rain in a desert. As soon as my body was covered with the cloth, I felt the shackles on my wrists being released.

Within seconds, a pair of strong arms lifted me and all I wanted to do was cuddle closer to his warm body. My head leaned against the man’s chest and I could hear his heartbeat.

Where are they taking me? I was not fit enough to fight them, so I just let it happen.

Eventually, I blacked out, but before I could, I heard a huge blast!