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48| Not All Days Are Bad Days
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His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 49| Hard To Resist
Senna's POVI felt her before I saw her, and the urge to smell her rushed through me. I couldn't control myself. Immediately, I saw her wearing that dress and looking sumptuous. All I wanted to do was touch her and inhale her heady scent. But she was confusing me. Or was it me?These past few days of avoiding her had been shitty. Nothing seemed to please me. Not even the beautiful strippers at the club. I never really fancied any of them. All I did was watch them move their attractive bodies. It was enough to make a man's night.But none of that had happened since she vented. I had immersed myself in work, hoping I would forget about her in a day or so. But it was impossible. At every waking moment, all I thought about was her: the look of pain on her face as she spoke, the tears streamed down her cheeks as she broke down. I'd been left speechless, unable to act. I couldn't even comfort her or see her later to know what was wrong. Heck, I didn't have that in me. I was the least empa
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 50| Mixed Signals and Feelings
BALIA.Last night had been a mix of amusing and annoying because why the hell had he been a bit nice before biting me with his words?I was glad that he hadn't followed me to bed, so I just watched a movie till I fell asleep.I woke up to my face on the screen of my iPad and sunlight pouring into my room. Squinting, I shielded my face and turned to the other side, yawning as I slipped out of bed.I walked to the window with the intent of pulling the drapes close. I wouldn't say I liked too much light. Tina must have pulled the drapes open while I was out.But when I got to the window, I stopped when I saw a familiar body moving through the pool. I squinted towards the pool, eyes widening when the swimmer stepped out. Senna.It was illegal for anyone to look that hot, and I wondered why I wasn't hearing the wail of a thousand sirens waiting at the gates to arrest this specimen of a man. I saw the reason why no woman could look away from him. His hair. It had been cut low. As muc
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 51| Deliberations
SENNAI'd been getting ready to leave for a meeting this morning when one of my men came to inform me about the strange man requesting to see me. I hadn't wanted to, but they tagged it as necessary. He had also been wounded, so I believed it was something serious. So I shifted the meeting to an hour later to have time with this strange man. He looked unkempt and like he had escaped rehab. He was a drug addict. I could see it from his eyes, teeth and skin. He also sported bruises, so it meant he had been beaten up by a group he owed money. "I have dirt on Diablo." He said as soon as he got to the door of my mansion. I gave him a once over, taking in his unkempt demeanour. I took the steps down and lowered to sniff him. Then I leaned away. "Coke addict?" He began shaking his head, but when I glared at him, he quickly nodded. "Yes. But I stopped a long time ago, sir." "And that must have been a week ago, when you had no money to get more, and your sellers refused to giv
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 52| A Familial Reunion
BALIAIt had been two hours since the encounter with Senna and the oddly familiar man. I knew he'd looked really aware, but I decided not to dwell so much on it.Since I had nothing to do, I decided to read a book, sleeping off in the process. I woke up later in the evening, feeling irritated at the monotony in which I lived my life.According to one of the maids, Tina had gone home for the weekend and would be back next week. I'd been slightly disappointed as she was the one I felt the most comfortable with.I was standing on the porch when I caught that same figure. I squinted my eyes and stretched my body to see that it was the same man I'd seen with Senna.I moved to the other side of the porch, following his movements. He rounded the fountain and started moving towards the other side of the mansion, and for a brief moment, he whipped his neck towards me, and I caught his face.My confusion heightened, and I suspected something off about this man, so I ran down the porch steps, hu
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 53| Stalker Much?
BALIALater at night, Senna returned home. I knew he was back from the familiar roar of his engine as he drove through the gates. I didn't feel that jolt of anxiety that always came back when he was around. All I could feel was a thrill. I was soon going to be out of here in no time.I was sitting in the sunroom when I heard the sound of boots thudding against the marble floors. Standing to my feet, I went to hide behind the pillar, standing directly outside the sunroom.Senna stopped, and one of the guards came to stand beside him. I stood there, listening."Where is he?" Senna asked."He's waiting in the drawing room. He has been there since he arrived." "Alright." "Should I bring him to you?" "Don't worry. I'll go to him." Senna replied and patted the man on his arm before he began to climb the steps. I stood there and waited for the guard to leave before I crept out from behind the pillar and followed quietly after Senna. He made a U-turn towards the west wing, walk
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 54| Weirdest of Ways
Senna's POVBalia.She was all I could think of in bed tonight. I kept tossing and turning, thinking of how I should have moved on her tonight. It had taken a lot of self-control for me not to rip her dress apart there and there.I battled with a raging boner, and not even my hand could bring me the satisfaction I wanted: the soft touch of a woman's body and scent. So, I forced myself to go into the bathroom to take a cold shower to relieve myself. I returned and forced myself to sleep as I had a long day today.After the issue Rocco had with Trey a few days ago, I'd sent him out to the field. When I thought about it, I realized it was something I should have done a long time ago. He was starting to relax too much, and even at a point, he became rude. But I hadn't taken note of it until Trey made mention of it.The following day, I woke up to a call from Trey, asking me to get ready as we had a long day today quickly. It was true. One of our caporegimes had called, informing us that h
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 55| A Strange dream
BALIAFor the next two days, Senna didn't return home. I was tethered at the edge of missing him terribly and just existing with Luca, who spent time with me when people weren't watching.Every day, he made it his duty to reassure me that he was there for me. He reminded me that he had come here to save me and asked me to have patience. "Senna is a brilliant man. One wrong move, and we're both in trouble." He cupped my cheek and sighed. "I had to take a lot of risk for this. You must not ruin this for me, okay?"That kept me going for a long time. I enjoyed my time alone and even wished for him not to return. Life was better without him.I spent time with Tina, smiled at the guards, and even talked with the maids when they had the time. Everything made sense. Tina made me try her new dishes and even allowed me to join her in cooking, but I was careful not to let anything about Luca slip out of my mouth. To them, he was the man Senna had saved. Later today, I decided to take a walk a
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 56| A drunken thought
"Get the hell away from me!" Senna growled and pushed one of the guards who had tried to help him up.Today had nearly ended badly, but they had been quick enough to intervene. The warehouse downtown had been attacked, but Senna and Trey were right in time to take control of the situation. Trey had gotten a bullet scratch, and Senna, nothing. After taking down all of Diablo's men and leaving their heads, they all headed back to the club, going into the building through the back.The man, whom they later found out to be one of the underbosses, was tortured by Trey, but he was yet to say anything. Senna asked everyone to take a break and celebrate the little victory. This man's case wasn't something too serious. They could handle all of that. Senna placed Placido to watch their captive along with his men, and Senna pulled Trey towards the club so they could have a bit of fun. But Trey was quiet, even with the music and booze. Senna wrapped his arm around him. "Can we forget about
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