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The Mafia Don's Captive 45
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
The Mafia Don's Captive 46
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
The Mafia Don's Captive 47
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
The Mafia Don's Captive 48
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
The Mafia Don's Captive 49
TitaniaFour weeks creep by slowly. A month devoid of drama, and spent indoors lazing on the couch and watching movies. I still haven't seen Uncle Patrick, though Doctor Wave kept in touch, as he promised. I haven't heard from Kristoff ever since that terrible night at his office. He kept his word — I'm a free woman, just like I wanted. But a part of me, the naughty part, keeps expecting him to break his own rules by disregarding his words and coming back for me. To change his mind and take me back to the mansion forcefully. The one time I went to the club, wearing a disguise, I didn't see him, nor anyone else I knew was close to him. The three women who normally stripped had been replaced.In fact, it felt like those two weeks had been a dream. Like it never happened.Ever.But try all I can, the memories are ever fresh in my mind. I can't forget those moments. Can't forget how they made me feel. How he made me feel. How his touch sizzles and bring out a fierce passion I never knew I
The Mafia Don's Captive 50
TitaniaThankfully, the ladies' room is empty. I push the door open, striding down confidently to the last stall. It's also the biggest and the neatest.Pitch perfect.I hear the sound of deep footsteps halt, then the door opens. When I turn, I find the handsome man standing there, his eyes raking over my tight dress, down to my lean legs.He runs a hand through his hair, and strokes his chin. I can tell he's very impressed.Just like all the others.I take off my coat slowly, hang it over the door and go in. He follows, shutting the door behind him while I whip out a condom from my bra and hand it over. Up close, he's even more handsome — his lips a succulent, wet pink, thanks to the beer he'd been drinking earlier. I should be invested in his looks, but I feel queasy instead. Like something is off, but this is exactly why I came here. This is how I'm going to forget about Kristoff. By getting banged by another man. By letting myself drown in another man's touch.He gives me a dazzli
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TitaniaIt feels as though someone is playing a cruel prank on me. It feels so surreal. Kristoff is seated beside me, just as I wanted. He's come to take me back with him just as I'd hoped. But the scenario back at the club... I almost can't believe it happened. I'd never envisioned any of the strangers I allow to fuck me, persisting or hurting me if I said no. It's slowly sinking in now, how much danger I've been putting myself into all these past years. I shake my head, drop my gaze and wipe my eyes — feeling pitiful of myself.Everything feels like a huge, jumbled mess. For the first time ever, I'm frustrated and confused. I don't know what to do. I don't know what I want. I don't know how to feel about this whole plot twist. I thought I'd be happy now that Kristoff is here to take me back, but I'm not. I want to run away and hide from his gaze.“I can't let you keep putting yourself in danger. I can't take any more risks with you. I know you. I know how you're feeling right now. Y
The Mafia Don's Captive 52
TitaniaKristoff stands in the doorway, in his suit pants and a white t-shirt. A dark figure, but I can still make out his handsome, slick features even in the darkness. I can feel his gaze on me, taking in my appearance — the torn dress and smudged make-up. He takes a few steps forward and shuts the door behind him, trapping out the light. I fall back on the bed, the wall behind me cold against my skin.Shit's about to go down.He clears his throat, then takes off his watch, tossing it on the floor. It makes a huge clunk sound as it falls, but I'm too concentrated on him. To scared of what's about to come, even though I don't know what he's going to do to me. He rolls up his sleeves, one after the other, carefully. I stare at them, at how big they are, at how big-muscled and powerful they look. My gaze slides down to his big hands. Remember how solid they always feel against my skin. How he uses them firmly whenever he touches me. Grabs me. Make me cave in to his wants.“I'm sorry,”
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