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His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 09| Your Body, Now Mine
He was gone as soon as he said those words, leaving Balia staring at the door in shock with her fork still hanging in the air."What the hell?" She muttered to herself. Things seemed to get worse as time went on. It was barely a day, and he was ordering her around.Dread filled her as she was taken back to earlier tonight. She remembered how he had possessed her like she was a plaything. He had rough-handled her like they were enemies in her past life.She let her fork clatter to her plate, not minding if it was going to chip the edge of the ceramic plate. The food in her mouth now tasted like chalk, and the beautiful walls of the dining room looked gloomy.Tina came into the dining room with a pitcher of water. She was smiling, but it soon faded when she noticed that the dining room was quite empty."Balia, why is Senna not here?" She asked as she placed the pitcher on the dining table and picked a cup to pour for Balia. "Did he go out to pick one of his weird calls again?"Balia had
Last Updated : 2023-11-07His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 10| Danger
Balia slept with tears in her eyes. She had been so tired that she could barely remove her clothes right after, and when she woke up at midnight, she did the needful and threw on the tank top and shorts. It was far more comfortable than the outfit, even if it was tight.She had taken a seat by the window to think. But no tangible thoughts came in. No good thoughts, no positive thoughts. Just memories from her young days, when she used to live with her family before she was finally able to move out and find her place. She had to be harassed by perverts and married men who could not keep their eyes in one place.All her life, she had lived in misery. Having to deal with her brother, Luca, who had involved himself in illicit drug activities, had drained her of the money she had saved several times, and he always went back to the same thing. It was like he enjoyed ruining her. He always forgot that he had a sister, only remembering her when he got into a mess that could claim his life.Si
Last Updated : 2023-11-07His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 11| Violated Once Again
Balia's POVI was soon naked before him. I covered my arm over my chest to hide my breasts from his view. He was yet to turn back to face me. A call had come in seconds ago, and he spoke in low tones with whoever was over the phone.I felt the morning chill wash down over my body. I was annoyed that he had left me this way, like I was an exhibition or a mannequin waiting for someone to notice it and clothe it. Or otherwise.I pushed from one side of her foot to the other as I waited for him to gaze upon me finally, and when I heard his phone going to sleep, my heart lurched.He turned towards me, his eyes on mine as he drank me in. He was expressionless at first, but then his eyes began to rake down my body with painstaking slowness. I stifled a yell of frustration, digging my fingers into my palm and feeling like I could draw blood from my skin.How could a man upset me this much and make tiny waves of desire course through my veins? It was irritation, and then it was lust and attrac
Last Updated : 2023-11-07His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 12| Faux smiles
Balia's POVAs soon as he was done, I moved away from him with shaky legs. He didn't care if I orgasmed or not. He was a selfish man, only pursuing his own. I wished there was a way I could kill him while he was still in climax. I heard that men were the weakest at those times.But there was no way in hell I could do it. Not when Tina was around the corner. Not when his house was surrounded by guards and locked up from the inside out.My dress lay in a pile close to the bed, and I rushed towards it, picking it up as I hurried towards the bathroom. Tears flowed down my cheek as I closed the door behind me and rested my back against the door.Pushing my fist into my mouth, tears ran down my cheek. I tried hard to control my sobs from pouring out, but it was close to impossible. I couldn't. My body shook as I cried and cursed the day I decided to work at that club.I knew he had left from the sound of his door banging, and that was when the tension left my body. I stood weakly, supportin
Last Updated : 2023-11-07His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 13| Failed Attempts
Balia made sure she took her time before leaving her room, and even if Tina had informed her that Senna was outside waiting for her, she asked to be left alone for a few minutes.When she left the house and got to the parking lot, Senna was impatiently waiting for her.As soon as she got to where he stood, he strode towards her and grabbed her by the arm. Roughly. "Do you think I have all the time in the world to wait for you?"She pulled her arms away. This time, he let her go. "I don't care if you don't. I needed some time to myself."He drew close to her in a menacing stance. "I need you to know that whatever decisions you make from now on should be influenced by me. Get that?! You're now under my command. I am only giving you this week's grace because you're new to this. I expect you to conform to my rules next week, or you'll be punished in ways you might not like."He moved away from her and slipped into the car. The driver at the door smiled politely at her and gestured for her
Last Updated : 2023-11-07His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 14| Broke As Hell
Most dresses had price tags that would have sent her bailing out of the boutique when she stepped in with her four-figure account.But Senna didn't seem bothered about it. He had made himself comfortable by sitting on one of the pristine white couches in the room and was back to looking at his phone.The attendant was friendly to Balia, so she could freely say anything."Don't you think this is too expensive? Four hundred and fifty dollars for this dress that's as light as polystyrene?" Balia asked as she held up a black, thin, chiffon dress.Jessica laughed. "I understand what you mean," Then she glanced back at Senna. "Your boyfriend seems more than able to take care of the bills. He wouldn't have brought you here if he didn't." "He's not my boyfriend," Balia said immediately."Oh," Jessica said awkwardly. They were both silent for a while before Balia's eyes caught a burgundy dress on a hanger. She knew she wasn't supposed to get ahead of herself, but she couldn't ignore this dres
Last Updated : 2023-11-07His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 15| Senna Is Shitty
Balia's POVThe rest of the day went by in a blur. Senna made sure I got everything I wanted that same day, and when I told him I didn't need them immediately, he gave me a stern glance and reminded me that this was the only time I was going to step outside this month.I hadn't been surprised by his words. I was used to his kind of person. I mean, it was only a few hours, but his brutality was enough for me to get used to. Several bags were carried out by the attendants of the last shop we went to. I followed behind them with many bags in my arms, too. The car was too small for the bags, so we filled the trunk and the backseat with the bags. Senna took the passenger seat, and I sat at the back, at the edge of the door, as that was the only room left.The drive back home was silent again. I watched Senna from where I sat at the back, wondering what kind of person he was. He had no personality, or maybe it was just me. He had this unfazed persona that never really faltered, so I could
Last Updated : 2023-11-07His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 16| Downsides
Downsides of Austerity.Her question slightly amused Senna. He had forgotten that she wasn't used to luxury and niceties. How in the hell had he thought she was used to it anyway? She was a mere club girl, probably making a living from her salary from working shifts at his club. He wondered if he had made a mistake by bringing her here.But he was a patient man. He sighed and placed his card in the space before him. "Anything you want to have here tastes good. They don't make bad food except for broccoli, which they didn't make. I'd suggest that you try out the pasta and chicken spare ribs. You can have pork or lamb meat if you want to try something new because I am sure you're used to eating chicken."She frowned slightly at him but said nothing. Nodding, she picked up her card. She read through. "Quick lamb Ragù and Hearty lamb Ragù with rigatoni. What's the difference?"Senna sighed. He wasn't patient enough to answer her questions, but they were in a public place. Not yet he care
Last Updated : 2023-11-07
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His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner Epilogue
Seven months later...BALIA"I want my husband!" I screamed amidst the searing pain that threatened to tear through my body. "Where is he?""He's on his way, ma'am." A voice I couldn't make out said to me.I lay stretched out on a fucking stretcher, and I could only feel the slight movements and bumps as we moved higher. Soon, the wheeler stopped, and another sharp pain tore through me, moving from my abdomen up to my head. I grabbed the ends of the stretcher tightly, sinking my teeth into my lips until I drew blood."Senna! Where is he? I want him now!" I cried as the sound of doors opening permeated through my ears."You need to calm down and focus on the pain. Your contractions are getting longer by the minute," A feminine voice came. It was firmer than the first, and she sounded hurried. "Get her out of the stretcher and gently place her on the bed. Make sure her legs are wide open enough. Her labour is drawing near."I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. The pain
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 94| Cheers To A New Beginning
SENNAIt had taken a lot for me actually to do this. I had a lot of time and nerves because I could feel the thud of my heart threatening to tear out of my ribcage.It was unlike me to feel this nervous. The last time I felt that way, I'd been twenty years younger, so why was my palm sweaty?Tina assisted in preparing the table, and we decorated it to the best of our ability. And now, it was almost dusk and the perfect time to bring her out here. Just as I walked towards the kitchen, I heard Tina and Balia talking excitedly, and my chest was filled with so much warmth that spread around my body. When I got to the door, I leaned against the lintel, one arm folded over the other as I watched them both before deciding that I was giddy enough not to wait anymore. I cleared my throat, and she turned immediately, smiling as she walked towards me. "Hey, Darling." "Hi, there. You look different...good." She said right when she stopped before me. a "Know something else that loo
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 93| A New Beginning
BALIASenna had his men drop off the luggage in my room before going to get a few things from the car trunk.I still had the bouquet. Tina took them from me, but not after pulling me into a tight hug and shedding a few tears.I walked into the house, noting how things had slightly changed. New decorations were up, and the house had more life to it. I smiled, happy that he wasn't home wasting away and just doing nothing.I was standing by the window when his arms snaked around my waist and pulled me into him. He buried his head into my neck and inhaled deeply. "I'm happy you're back. I was afraid for most of last month." "Why?" The tip of my fingers brushed his knuckles softly. He sighed. "I thought you were going to leave me. I don't deserve you, Balia. I don't. It would help if you didn't even want me after everything that happened. I ruined your life from the onset. Why should you want to be with a man like me?" I twisted my body to face him. "Because I want to be? I wan
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 92| Away From Everything
BALIASenna had insisted on sponsoring my vacation to Trinidad and Tobago. It was a dual island in the Caribbean nation, bothering Venezuela.I had taken flights, stopping at different countries and touring most of the time we had there, and when we finally got to the island, we were welcomed warmly into a restaurant with Creole cuisines, tasty and flavourful. After having a fulfilling meal, I took a cab to my hotel and booked a room for a week before retiring to my bedroom.It felt good to be here, away from the world you are used to. Here, the people are different. The atmosphere is different. People don't breathe over your neck or try to snoop into your daily life.Oh well, that's what comes with being a tourist. I could live without having to identify with any community. My first night here was terrific. After I had gotten well-rested, we got a call from the tour guide, informing us that we would be walking to a specific beach. I grabbed a shawl and a jacket, not knowing wh
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 91| Redemption
BALIAMy fingers were shaky when I was done reading the paper in my hands. My eyes brimmed with tears, and joy flooded my whole body."Oh, my God!" I cried, nearly crumpling to the floor, but Senna quickly caught me. I sobbed against him. "You did this for me?"He nodded. "It was a long time coming.""I don't know how to thank you, Senna." She grabbed his shirt and sobbed into his chest. "I don't know what to feel. It's so much joy. So much fucking joy." "I understand, sweetheart. I do."I looked into his eyes and pulled him in for a kiss. He took the paper from my hand and placed it on the desk behind us before wrapping his arms around my waist. His tongue pushed into my mouth, gliding over mine as he scoured every corner. He consumed me. So much that I felt like I was going to burn under the intensity of this kiss, but I didn't. Instead, new feelings bloomed from my insides. With every trail he left behind with his fingers, it sent new sensations, sent new messages to my brain. It
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 90| Healing
This was a man who had a lot bottled up. Who had kept his cool for several years, not wanting to break because he had to lead people because he had to be strong, or the world would swallow him just like they did to his family? This was a man who had experienced his dark days alone. A man who had lived with the haunting memories of finding his family already bled to death on the floors of their home.He hadn't expected to break down, but this was it. This was it. He was tired of holding in so much emotional baggage, tired of being strong for everyone. Hell, he was tired in every area of his life, and all he needed was to take a break. All he needed was to feel something other than lust, hatred and the need to kill. He needed a dopamine hit. Not the one who got briefly after sex or after a kill. He wanted to feel real love. Real happiness, and he wanted to be loved in return. As much as he had hated that feeling for a long time because he was being avoidant, he couldn't deny that ther
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 89| Flowers and Heartfelt Confessions
BALIAMy eyes fluttered open, and everywhere was foggy for a long time before my eyes cleared out. I looked around, noticing I was back at the mansion, right in my room. Sighing, I leaned back into the bed and closed my eyes. I was tired. Extremely tired, and the side of my belly hurt like shit.I reached to touch it and retracted my hand immediately, and a sharp pain shot up my head. Looking down at my belly, I realized that my belly was wrapped around with gauze. "Shit. What happened?" I cried softly. Then, the memories returned. Diablo, the bay area, getting raped, and seeing Senna after I was stabbed. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I had failed everyone. Senna was definitely long gone by now. Trey had been the one to help me. I was sure of that, but I was extremely worried about Senna. What if something had gone wrong? Hell, what if Diablo had killed him again? I began to sob softly, only stopping and immediately wiping my tears when I heard my door open. I blinked to
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 88| Senna's Conquest.
Senna tied up Diablo's body. Gunshots filled the air, and Senna knew his men were having a battle with Diablo's men."Your men don't know when to give up," Senna muttered under his breath as he began to pull Diablo's weakened body against the ground. He dumped him behind one of the containers and crouched to his level. "What are your last words before you die?""Fuck you!" Diablo snapped. Senna burst into laughter. "I should have killed you when I had the chance. I should have killed her when I had the chance, too."Senna sent a blow flying into Diablo's cheek. A blob of saliva dripped from his mouth as his neck whipped to the side. "And yet, you didn't. You have a penchant for keeping people alive so you can torture them, right? You don't ever think of the consequences, do you?" LDiablo leaned to the side, and Senna smiled. "Maybe I do, and maybe I don't. But it doesn't matter in the end. What matters is that I have you here now, and I will not hesitate. No, I won't make life misera
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 87| Bloods, Bones & Bullets
SENNAAs soon as I caught sight of Trey, I roughly grabbed him by the collar and pushed him against his car. He raised both of his hands in surprise before his eyes raked down my body."What the fuck are you doing, man?" Trey snapped, looking at me in confusion."Where is she?!""You are wounded, Senna. You haven't healed at all and you left as soon as you heard that she wasn't home? I am here and nothing is going to happen to her."Rage bubbled up from within me. "Are you doing this to pay back for what you did?!""What the hell are you talking about?" He frowned. "I hold nothing against you. She planned to end things and I had her followed so we could take control of every fucking thing. And you leave your bed the next fuckin moment because you want to save her? You should have called! You're fucking bleeding!"I looked down at my shirt to see that I was bleeding. I was already soaked up in blood. Trey pushed me off and pulled his car door open before coming back with a sanitary pad
