The Mafia’s Bride Snatcher

Chapter 23: Cold

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

It was so cold inside. There were a few gusts of cold air coming out of the cold reservoir, and they kept blowing out white steam. “It’s okay. At least for the time being, there’s no danger,” I told myself.

After three minutes, five at most, I would get out after Raul and the others had walked away. I ran back and forth in the cold storage room with my two hands constantly rubbing my arms. Suddenly, I heard a sound that sounded like metal colliding, I ran to the door and was about to open it to look when I
realized that the door was locked from the outside. It must be Raul, that son of a b*tch. He must have seen through my trick and wanted to freeze me to death.

I banged on the door as hard as I could and yelled. No one came to open the door.
I kept running around the cold storage to keep myself warm. From time to time, I patted the door so someone who happened to pass by could open the door.

After an unknown period of time, I felt thirsty and hungry. The low-temperature environment exhausted a lot of my stamina and energy. There were a lot of goods in the cold storage. I opened one box after another and rummaged through them to see if there was anything I could eat. There were frozen
fish, frozen meat, frozen prawns, and frozen chickens. There was nothing I could eat directly.

Disheartened, I sat on the ground and then picked up a piece of frozen chicken and placed it in my mouth to bite on. I exerted a lot of strength before managing to take a bite. As soon as it entered my mouth, I vomited because of the disgusting taste of raw meat. I decided not to eat it.

I stood up and blew onto my hand as I kept rubbing my hands. My entire body couldn’t help but tremble. I tried to move my body, but my limbs seemed to have become stiffer and stiffer, and my footsteps became smaller. I gradually felt my body become increasingly stiff, and I was losing consciousness. I
didn’t have the strength or desire to move anymore. I sat down in a corner nearby, curled up my body, and finally closed my eyes.

Thad a very long dream. In the dream, I saw Ravi. His face was so handsome. His facial features were so chiseled that they looked like they were carefully carved by someone, and his proportions, skin, and figure were all impeccable. His voice was attractive, and he always had a deep voice that never
revealed any emotion. I held his face with both hands. He said to me with a slightly sad look, “Don’t leave me.” I looked at his face and wanted to kiss him. However, I didn’t have the strength. I wanted to tell him that I regretted leaving him, but I couldn’t say anything. I laid in his warm embrace and
smelled the faint musky scent on him. I felt like a child as I was hugged by him, gently rocked, and patted. I thought I heard the sound of water, and I felt like we were at the beach in Miami, and I was soaking in the warm water with Ravi. The seawater was so warm, and the sunshine seemed so gentle. I
lay in the water and gradually sank.

This sea was quiet. There was no sound of waves. I tried to touch the beach with my hand, but I only felt the water flowing through my fingers. I struggled to open my eyes and saw a row of warm candlelight. It smelled so good. Was this heaven?
“Trina?” I heard a voice.

“Cecilia?” It was the same voice. I thought maybe God was checking my name and confirming my identity. I didn’t want to be Cecilia anymore. I wanted to be Irina.

“My name is Irina Rodriguez,” I said weakly.

I saw a handsome face appear in front of the candlelight. It was Ravi. He held my face in his hands and called out to me repeatedly, “Irina? Irina?”

I wasn’t dead. I was sure I wasn’t dead because I could clearly see that this was Ravi’s bathroom. Meanwhile, he and I were sitting in a bathtub filled with warm water.

“Ravi?” I said in a hoarse voice.

Ravi hugged me tightly, as if he had regained a lost treasure. He let go of me and touched my forehead, my face, and my hands to make sure that my temperature had returned to normal. I watched as he sat in the water in his clothes while measuring my temperature and blood pressure, and I couldn’t
help but cry.

Ravi placed my head in his arms and let me cry. He patted my back gently and didn’t say anything. He just stayed with me quietly.
He wiped my tears away with his thumb and kissed me gently on the eye.
“Don’t leave me, okay?” He rested his forehead on mine, and his blue eyes were filled with tenderness.

Inodded hard..