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The Mafia Don's Captive 41
KristoffFuck it.Against my reservations, I take a few steps forward, halting just a foot away from her. Our eyes are locked, and I can feel the question burning in her eyes. But it's such a great night to be ruined talking about a psychopathic neighbor who had abused her. Tonight, I just want her to let loose. The questions can come after that.Pulling her close to stand beside me, I turn to Ernest. “What took you so damn long?”“We were stuck in traffic, Sir. I tried following the fastest route I knew but got into trouble with the warden. I'm so sorry.”I nod, waving him off dismissively as I turn to Titania, and wrap my arms around her waist. “What do we have here?” I grin, pecking her left cheek softly. “You look gorgeous tonight, princess.”“Thank you,” her lips curve into a pensive smile as she tilts her head. “Did you succeed? Is he dead?”“What do you think?” I wink. “He'll be burning up in hell by now.”She says nothing, staring up at me blankly, her eyes unreasonable. I fro
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TitaniaAs we rush down the hospital corridor, Kristoff holding onto my hand, I remember what my uncle told me the last time I visited. I remember his shaky, excited gestures, his words — firm, fearful, all-knowing. How he had acted so weird. It was as though when I told him that Kristoff had gone to Tennessee to finish Adrian off, he looked relieved. Pleased. As though some heavy burden has been lifted off him. As though Kristoff had absolved him of his guilt. Like he could finally look at me without any lingering clouds in his hazel eyes.All these years passed, and I thought he didn't know. I thought he didn't suspect. I care a lot about him — but with what happened in California, I could not stand to be around him. Which was the main reason I seldom came over to visit him, even though we talked every day. Which was why I never knew he'd begun working for the Mafia. I thought he told me everything, given the bond we share. But that was so hypocritical, even for me.I didn't tell hi
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TitaniaI don't know how long Kristoff and I sit there, on those metal chairs down the corridor, waiting anxiously, our hearts thudding in our chests — I listen to his beating erratically beneath my left ear where I rest my head against his chest. He's just as scared as me. Perhaps he feels he'll be in much bigger trouble if Uncle Patrick dies at his hands. I know that with my uncle's corpse as evidence, I can put him behind bars.But all thoughts about anything else other than Uncle Patrick barely bug me. I simply don't care anymore. Pretending to be asleep, I keep my ears down despite the noise from the nurse and a few visitors' chatters. I jolt up hastily whenever a door is pulled open, and let Kristoff pull me down in disappointment when I realize it's not the emergency room's door. I panic, my mind is flooded with all sorts of bad news, all sorts of possibilities.Oh Lord, please save him.At last, the emergency door opens and the doctor who normally comes around to check up on U
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Kristoff“Fuck. Someone's broken in.”Shit. Real fucking shit, because I know who the hell broke in. And it's one hell of a surprise. But it's to be expected, right? Hearing about how much he owes my uncle, I know my brother would go to great lengths to pay back that debt, even if it means breaking into my club and stealing from me without shame.I facepalm, anxious, feeling caught in a fix. Titania watches me carefully, all the fire gone out of her now, her brows arched in confusion. I want nothing but I push her back to the car and drive straight to the mansion. Ensure she's safely inside until this passes. Until she's thinking straight again. But I need to pick up the souvenirs I'd brought back with me from Tennessee. Pete would've left it in my drawer, and I need to get it out of the office. I can't let it stay there past this night. It's dangerous.Titania's having a mental breakdown, and she knows it. She's refusing to accept that the world she's built ever since she left Califo
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Kristoff“I'm going to ask you politely once more, bro. Put the fucking gun down,” I growl, my eyes fixed on his trembling hands. I can't spend much time here because of Titania. I know she can't stay alone downstairs for long. And her coming up at this critical point in time is dangerous. Very dangerous.“Turn. The. Gun. Off.” I tilt my head to the side, grinning when his eyes widen and he realizes I'm blocking both exits. Good. There's no way he's leaving here with those items in his pocket. I don't care what I have to do to retrieve them. I don't care if I kill him in doing so. He's bitten off more than he can chew already. “I know Uncle Williams. He can't possibly have his men beat you up like this.”I'm stalling for time. Goading him. In truth, he deserved every beating he got, and even more. I should never have tolerated his shenanigans over the years. I should have put aside familial ties and sentiments, and given him the beating of his life, just as Pete suggested countless ti
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KristoffThe unexpected impact from the bullet jerks me backward, Titania's banshee scream piercing, bouncing off the walls, back at me, and intensifying the burn. I glance at my arm where there's a deep black hole now in the previously clean-cut jacket, blood gushing out like a stream. It fucking hurts like hell, and when I turn to glare at Harvey, I see that he's looking at it too, his eyes full of remorse and wonder. Like he couldn't believe he'd just handled a gun. Like he couldn't believe he'd just shot his own brother.“Hand the gun over, you wimp,” I bark, extending a hand. He trembles, and I push to my feet in disgust, whisking it away from his grasp. He falls backward on the chair, dazed, his lips parted in shock. I snort, empty the bullets of the gun and toss it into the trash can. It lands with a clatter.“Kristoff, fuck. I didn't mean...oh God, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.”“Shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear a single word from you.” I glance back at Titania who's press
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TitaniaHot, burning tears roll down my cheeks as I stare at Kristoff's strong, muscled back as he steps into the elevator. I bunch my hands into fists, release them, then bring them up and wipe the tears off.What's the use of crying when he's given me what I wanted? What I bugged him for tonight? Now I'm free, why do I suddenly feel as if I made a grievous mistake? Why do I feel empty? Why do I feel...sad?”Oh, shit. “You ready to leave, Miss?” Pete breaks the foreboding silence, reminding me of his presence. I nod with a sniffle.“Y-Yes. I am.”He nods, gesturing towards the elevator. I stand aside, watching him as he punches in the code, which I've already memorized when Kristoff inputted to come upstairs, and we step into the elevator together. He sets some distance between us, cautious not to touch me and I take one last fleeting look at the shambles that was once an organized office, at the deep red crimson splattered on every surface. I close my eyes, taken back briefly to the
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TitaniaI wake up the next morning, feeling like a fucked up train wreck. My heart clangs as though it's being pounded, and it's like I didn't get a wink of sleep at all last night. My joints quake as I move, my limbs so tired and heavy. I can't even drag myself out of bed and into the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower. When I eventually manage to stand and get the shower running, I stand in the cool water for a very long time, letting it stream down my body and disappear down the drain — a mixture of white soap suds and pink.I washed the blood out of my hair next. I didn't realize there was much of it on me, and to think I'd slept like that last night is appalling. I should change the sheets, hand them over to a dry cleaner later since I'm too lazy to wash them, and I've got a lot of stuff to sort out around the house. When I'm done, I towel my body dry, change into black shorts and a thin, tank top, then sit on the couch with my phone in hand.I place a dial across to the kind
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