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36| Blood and Accusations
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His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 37| More Questions
Balia was pulled all the way out of Smith's room. She was still filled with shock, staring back toward his suit as Senna hurried her along the corridor. He stopped when he got to the end, and before him stood two men all dressed in suits. From the looks of it, they recognized Senna."He's in his suit. Make sure he's properly taken care of. Be smart about it."The men nodded and began to hurry down the hallway. Senna sighed and leaned against the wall before slipping his fingers into his hair. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Balia?"Balia looked down at her hand. She was trembling terribly. She couldn't get Smith's bloody face out of her head, and each time she remembered how much Senna had punched him, it made her whimper.She looked at him, forcing a smile through her trembling jaws. "What is wrong with me? I should be asking you that!"He leaned away from the wall, towering above her. "I fucking told you, didn't I? I told you only to seduce him. What the fuck? You were naked, wer
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 38| A Futile Attempt at Escaping
Senna was standing in a dark room, groans spilling from the corner when he got a text message.He took off his gloves and tossed them to the side before slipping his phone out of his pocket. It was from his driver, and he wondered what was wrong this time.Driver: Sir, she's gone.Senna turned to Placido. "You know what to do with him, right? I must leave now.""Senna!" Smith cried as he struggled to be free from his seat. "Don't fucking do this to me. Please! Can we at least talk?"Senna paused, his hand on the doorknob before he turned to look at Smith. "There's nothing to talk about."With those words, he exited the room and immediately dialed his driver's number."What the fuck are you talking about?""Sh-she said she wanted to ease herself as she had been holding it in for a long time. I swear, I didn't want to stop, but she looked really pressed, so I just let her—""Before you were employed, didn't you tell me you were good at reading people? Why weren't you able to apply it wh
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 39| A Shade Of Grey
Balia's POVI knew not to embarrass myself publicly, so I smiled politely at the bus driver as dread filled my whole body. I could feel my heart thumping in my ears as I stood at the side and watched the other passengers get onto the bus while avoiding eye contact with Senna.I hadn't looked at him properly, but I knew he was fuming behind me, really fuming.As soon as the bus drove away, I turned to see Senna standing behind me, expressionless. Not anger or any negative emotions. Just grey.I swallowed. "So what's next? Are you going to lock me up?"He gave me no reply. He just took out his phone and typed it before slipping it back into his pocket. Soon enough, a car stopped before us, and the driver whom I had swindled stepped out of the car and rushed to pull the door open."Don't worry about that," Senna said in the calmest tone ever. It was scary, sending chills down my spine. "You're fired, remember? So find your way home from here."The driver glanced at me like he was expecti
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 40| Short-lived Ecstasy
Balia's POVI stood before the closet, frankly confused about what to wear. Arranged before me were arrays of lingerie. I had to do this. I'd never really worn underwear before, and it had never really crossed my mind.Sighing, I decided to put anything on. It didn't matter what. Moving over to the hanger, I pulled out a red panty and a bra set. I'd heard several times that red lingerie was men's favorite color.And this lingerie wasn't so slutty, so I felt a bit comfortable in it. Tina had come into my room moments ago to ask if I was going to have dinner, and my answer was negative. Dinner before possible rough sex?I wasn't going to risk messing myself up, so I decided to stay hungry, hoping to have some time to eat by the time he was done with me.Now that I thought about it, it was stupid to wait for him. I looked stupid. I was looking at myself from another angle. A woman who was slowly building a trauma bond with this man. A woman who was subconsciously building her life around
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 41| Overdose
He watched as she licked off all of his cum from her face, savouring it like she had ice cream, and the sight alone drove him to the point of craziness.Where the hell had she been hiding this talent?Shaking his head, Senna reminded himself that he wasn't here to make her feel good in any way.He pulled her up to her feet and grabbed her roughly by the next, staring into her eyes as she gasped for air. "Senna..." She coughed out. "What the hell are you doing?" "Come here," He muttered under his breath and pulled her against him. Their skin was gilded against each other as he kissed her. He could taste himself in her mouth, and soon, he pushed her towards her bed. He caught her by the waist before she could topple over, lifting her before he tossed her into her bed. He climbed in after her and went straight to tearing the lingerie off her body. Balia was greatly annoyed as she had taken her time to wear this. He didn't even say anything about the underwear. She was sure
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 42| Toxin or Panacea
The first sound she heard when she felt conscious again was a shrill, loud sound that seemed to come from inside her head rather than around her.The second thing she felt before hearing Tina's panicked voice was a splitting headache that felt like a large ax had been driven into her head. She began to cry out as the pain intensified."She's awake!" Someone cried beside her and touched her face with shaky hands. "Oh, Santa Maria! She's awake!""Step away from her," Another voice, more profound and firmer, came. She suddenly felt a different presence beside her. One she couldn't recognize but was unable to wrap her head around. And what was that familiar fragrance? Musk? Wood?Balia was slowly lifted from the floor into solid and firm hands. She couldn't tell what was happening, and whatever she tried to say came out in muffled sounds. She couldn't make up coherent words.She felt the body move, heard the creak of a door and the echoes of boots thudding against the ground, and soon, sh
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 43| Mundane Day
Balia's POVWell, it was none of my business. I felt Trey's presence behind me, and somehow, it was comforting.Trey cleared his throat, and Senna turned towards us, including the lady. Her laughter died in her throat. She leaned against the column right beside Senna and took a sip from her glass before turning to him. "Is she the new maid you were talking about?" "No," Senna replied, his eyes still trained on me. "She's not." And that was it? He didn't care explaining to this lady that I was the one he had locked up so he could have access to me whenever. That I had overdosed unknowingly on painkillers and have been rushed to the hospital? I snapped out of my brief moment of delusion, reminding myself that I didn't care either. Turning towards Trey, I ran my hand down his arm and blessed him with a sweet smile. "Thank you really. For bringing the clothes and for driving me home. For the painkiller, too. For something that nearly killed me, yours saved me." We shared
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 44| Breaking Point
Balia was finally dressed up. She wasn't wearing something too formal. She just threw a pair of maroon cotton shorts and a white crop top that stopped above her navel. Once she was done, she brushed her hair and applied a bit of gloss to give her lips a bright look before she slipped her feet into a pair of leather slippers and went downstairs.As she approached the base of the steps, she heard voices coming from the dining room and paused to listen.Senna's voice came first. He was talking in his usual casual tone. The next voice that came also sounded familiar. It belonged to a woman. The woman who had referred to her as a maid. She heaved a deep sigh and closed her eyes.Was that why he wanted her downstairs? To humiliate her? To remind her that she was nothing but a piece of crap by making her sit before a woman who had condescendingly spoken about her?Well, she wasn't going to let some woman talk down on her. She continued her way down and pushed the door to the dining room ope
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