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60| The Cons of Being a Leader
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His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 61| Dallying Around Danger
BALIA.I'd seen Luca step out of Senna's study with a smile, and immediately, I hid behind one of the doors and watched him from there. There was just something about his smile that screamed danger. Luca was my brother, so I could tell what was really on his mind from the way he looked.Something wasn't right. I couldn't follow him because one of Senna's guards was walking behind him.I moved out of the shadows and sighed before shaking my head and walking down the hall. I hadn't seen Senna since yesterday, and I had tried distracting myself with other things. I didn't want to overthink it, but I was starting to slip now.After swimming in delusion, I realized that he was indeed not going to call to ask if I was okay or the sort. I'd nearly texted him to ask how he was doing, and now that I thought of it, I felt incredibly embarrassed.I had just turned out of the corner when I found Senna standing by the door, speaking to one of the guards.I'd seen Luca leave his study, but I didn'
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 62| The Quest for Nepotism
Balia was in a daze, mostly because she hadn't expected that outburst from Senna.She tried to erase the memories from last night, but she couldn't. She had overthought over the past few days. Hell, she had swum in delusion, believing he had grown a soft spot for her. He had touched her in places, he had kissed her and caressed her, he had fucked her like he cared about her.Had that night not meant anything to him? Or was she the one overthinking and overanalyzing things? She could still see the cold look in his expression when he snapped at her. It felt familiar.Sighing, she shut the door to her room and went to take a seat on her bed, staring up at the ceiling again and reliving a dull day.—Senna was on a call with Batista when Elios came in. He quickly ended the call and slipped his phone into his pocket before turning to him."You're here early."Elios shrugged, pulling out a chair as he took a seat. "I had to be here. You requested for me. I didn't have an option.""What has
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 63| Toxic Sibling-hood
BALIATrey. Something was going on. Tina told me he'd been locked up for doing something terrible to Senna, and I needed to know what, but unfortunately, she had no information on that.I'd even gone the extra mile by asking a few guards who looked nice enough to answer my question, but I was given no reply. Luca was the next person I would ask, but I couldn't. Not yet, at least. He was still locked up with people around. I had to sneak to him at the right time. I didn't even want to think about Senna this time. Everything that had happened between us both that night had been brushed under the carpet. I had come to terms with the fact that I'd been delusional to think that it meant anything to him, so I was back to hating him and wanting to escape, and with every growing moment, all I could feel was hate for him. I was seated at the dining table now, pushing my food around my plate and looking around to see if there was a chance for me to escape. Tina entered the dining room with a
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 64| Betrayal Is the Truth
Trey was yet to say what had happened, and Senna was hesitating to carry out the torture. There was something that held him back from doing so. Maybe it was because he didn't believe Trey could betray him. He was risking his empire, but what could he do? What exactly could he do? Trey had remained in the same spot for over twenty-four hours. His head was bent low, and his breathing was labored. When Senna came into the room, he raised his head. "You finally remember I exist," Trey said with a laugh and coughed. His voice was coarse, conveying tiredness. "I'm guessing you're here to see me regarding telling you the truth. Senna, I know nothing. Trust me. Hell, I can't even ask you for that because I can't even defend myself. But I'm just going to remind you that you'll kill me trying to get the truth out of me when I was never lying in the first place. I have nothing to hide, and whoever told you I have a thing to do with Diablo was sent by him." Senna scoffed and took a
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 65| A Swim Away from Seduction
BALIAOf all things to happen today, I hadn't expected it to be Senna coming out through the French doors, dressed in nothing but a pair of black shorts that showed off his powerful legs. I had just finished a lap and pulled out of the water when I saw him standing there.I blinked, hoping he would disappear the next second, but he was still standing there and staring at me. "Senna..."He tossed the towel hanging over his neck to the side and dove straight into the deep end of the water, taking me by surprise when he began to swim towards me with so much speed. He looked like a fish in the water, and I had to move aside for him to swim past, my mouth hanging open in awe.When he dove his head out of the water, I cleared my throat and turned away, deciding to take another lap. This was to avoid getting into any awkward stare or conversation with him. After I had been told to mind my business in the politest manner ever, I decided that it was all I would do.I thought I was going to swi
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 66| More than Sexual Attractions.
SENNAI had no idea what I was doing, but I wanted her, and that was it. After I'd seen her take off her robe and show off her utterly sexy bikini, I knew I couldn't just stand by my window and watch her swim. I wanted my hands on her body.And now, I was in between her beautiful thighs, trying to stare into her eyes and not her body. "I do." She muttered under her breath, and her pupils dilated as her eyes raked down my body. Shit. This was going to put me in deep shit. I'd avoided her for a reason, but I was now finding it hard to control myself. Her fingers moved, sliding onto my arms as she tried to stabilize herself, and I dove out of the water and kissed the nape of her neck, her eyes fluttering close as she tilted her head to the side. She smelt of faint chlorine and vanilla and apples, too. My arm rounded her back and slipped up her back, sinking my fingers into her hair and pushing her face towards me. Her lips brushed mine in a feathery movement, and I caught her
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 67| A Dead End
BALIASometimes, all it takes for you to know your worth are a few embarrassing situations to bring you back to your senses.Senna knew he could manipulate me into wanting him. Hell, he'd stopped forcing himself on me, but that didn't stop him from being the terrible person he was. He'd gone from physically and emotionally abusing me to manipulating me, and it had all clicked at the pool when he said he didn't want to touch me. Then what had driven him to drive me on the edge of intense lust and madness?The need to feed his ego.I stomped back into my room and changed into a decent t-shirt and jean shorts before deciding I wouldn't let his antics affect my mood or person. I was done letting him dictate my feelings and reactions. Maybe if I started to live for myself, I would feel better. It was the first step to finding your path.I watched him walk through the door, hoping he had a nice day. A day nice enough for him not to unleash his anger on me.He was yet to release Trey. Heck,
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 68| An Unwanted Addition
BALIAFor the next few days, I knew Senna was avoiding me, but I didn't care because I had promised myself to look out for me instead of someone else. So I avoided him in return, moving out of the way whenever I saw him around. We locked gazes a few times, but I was always the first to tear my eyes away.A few times, he returned home either drunk or with blood on his shirt, and it had me wondering what sort of dangerous business he was doing. But it wasn't my place to ask, so I ceased doing anything like that.Last night, I spent it with Tina. She had decided to stay back for the weekend as Senna was indisposed and needed her. We played a few card games that night, and she opened a wine bottle. We sipped while jazz music played in the background, and with the dimly lit candles coming from the scented candles she'd just gotten from the store, it gave the room a serene atmosphere, which I enjoyed. I'd gone to bed slightly buzzed from the wine. The following day, I woke up with a terr
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