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His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 17| A Rich Snob and a Low-life
Cinzia's POVIt had been long since Senna had last seen her. The last time they saw had been at a party in Santorini, and they had fucked that night. He liked that she hadn't held onto the fact that they had sex and used it to hold him down. She understood that it was casual and a one-night stand, and that was the end.She was the daughter of the Dark Knight Mafia group, one of the leading Mafia groups in Mexico, and Senna had only done business with her father once. Mateo Cabral. He wasn't an honest man. Well, Senna wasn't either, but he had expected some form of honesty from that man because he had looked up to him.When he realized that Mateo was going behind his back and plotting with the men in charge of border crossing to increase their fee so he could get a cut, he decided to pull off from dealing with the fraudulent man.But he had met Cinzia at the party, and she had taken his breath away. Had she? Well, that was the symbolic meaning for something else: she'd caused his groin
Last Updated : 2023-11-07His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 18| A for Audacity!
Balia's POVWhatever happened didn't matter. I was tipsy, but I knew what I was doing. It was the same me but bolder.Cinzia stared at me like she wanted to eat me alive, but did I care? No. My eyes were probably deceiving me.She broke into a broad smile that was too fake. "It's fine, Senna," She said in the sweetest, chirpiest voice as she ran her fingers down his arms. "She has every right to be mad. I'll see you around soon?"He nodded. "Yeah, sure. We'll catch up later."I watched as she walked away from us, sashaying her waist and reveling in the suggestive gazes she was getting from men and women alike.I disliked her.That word was too subtle. Too soft. I needed something strong.I despised her.There was something about people who had money and privilege that made them such stuck-up snobs who looked down on others. Always I was not too fond of it. Especially at the club where you had to smile at women who were rude to you so you could keep your job. Or the women who depended
Last Updated : 2023-11-07His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 19| Vouyeur?
When they arrived at Senna's home, it was dark, and the night skies glistened with stars.Balia had kept her space by the car's side door, nursing the slight bruise she had gotten from the hard push Senna had given her back at the restaurant. At that moment, she felt like she was eighteen again. Luca, after coming back from his drug adventure to seek sobriety, had offered to take her out to dinner.She had forgotten how he struggled with a bipolar disorder that had gone untreated due to his disregard, and after having a heated argument on their way back home, he had shoved her hard. That night, he left and didn't return for several months.She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the sound of the front door closing with a thud. Pushing herself up, she pulled the door open and made to carry the shopping bags. But someone was already there to do all that. She smiled weakly in appreciation before going into the mansion.Senna was standing by the mini bar with a glass of iced br
Last Updated : 2023-11-07His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 20| Compensation?
The next morning, I had a slightly different routine. Wake up and have Tina bring a new set of skincare products, hair products, and fragrances."Here.". She said and handed a box over to me. I took it from her hand and opened it, only to see it was an iOS set. My eyes widened, and I gasped in shock while looking at her."I've never used an iOS device, Tina. But now I get the latest phone, a MacBook, and an iPad? How grand is that?"She smiled and sat beside me as she peered down at the devices. "You're so lucky to get this, Balia. It's really expensive. I told you he's a nice man. He noticed you didn't have a phone and got you these." To Balia, extravagance didn't mean anything. Because he spent on her didn't change the fact that he was a fucking devil.But she smiled as usual and nodded. "I love them! Now, I don't get to be bored in here!""Finally, before you delve into the beauty of your new devices, is this," Tina said and handed a small packet in a manila envelope to her. With
Last Updated : 2023-11-08His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 21| Suppressed Desires
"You seem to have forgotten that I now own you, Tesoro," he muttered. Now, Balia was flush against him, both of her palms flattened against his chest, and there was a way he had said those last words like cream was being poured on velvet cake. The word rolled out his mouth so smoothly, and Balia felt her knees weaken.But no, she wasn't going to let this man see how his words weakened her, how his touch made her want more. She was going crazy. Since last night, after seeing how he had fucked Cenzia, he was all she could think about, and she wished that, at this moment, he would bend her over like he had bent Cenzia over. She was starting to get jealous. It wasn't a good feeling. "Can you let me go?"His eyes raked down her body. She wore a light purple dress that didn't get to her knee. She remembered this dress. She had liked it the instant she saw it, mostly because of its colour, and then she wore it and fell in love with it the more. It hugged the curve of her tiny waist, fall
Last Updated : 2023-11-08His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 22| A Scary Discovery
Senna was done with her for today. Balia was an expressive woman, so it was easy to read her from her facial expression. Last night, while he had been fucking Cenzia, he had seen her reflection in the glass. She had been watching, and her eyes had glazed over. He wasn't sure if she had touched herself, but he was damn sure she had been turned on from watching them. There were several nasty things he wanted to do with her. He probably had a bucket list in his head. Last night, he had wanted to approach her, but Cenzia had dropped by. Much to his surprise, she had made her needs known to him. What sane man would turn down a good fuck?She had undressed before him, not minding if anyone could have stepped out at that moment. She was fucking bold, and he loved bold. She was also a good fuck, but that would be his last time. He had someone already. Someone he could unleash his beast on. She wasn't prepared for what was yet to come, and he wondered why he was holding back. He probably
Last Updated : 2023-11-08His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 23| Post-nut Clarity
Senna's private jet waited on the rooftop of one of his companies. It had been prepared an hour before his arrival, and when he got to the tarmac, a hostess dressed in a pair of royal green penciled skirts and a white shirt with a cherry red muffler tied around her neck ushered him into the private jet. Batista had nearly fucked things up, and now he was left to finish the job. This was what he hated about people. As long as it wasn't their business, they never fully invested in it, and he had trusted Batista to do this well. Well, he wasn't going to make this mistake again. The door to the jet was closed, and the air hostess came into the plane bearing a chrome tray of sparkling wine and a champagne flute. "Sir, would you like to have a drink?""In a few minutes, please," He replied as he took out his phone and dialed Placido's number. He hadn't gotten in touch with him for the past two days, and he was starting to worry that things on his end had gotten shitty. "Sir," Came his v
Last Updated : 2023-11-08His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 24| Pills and Unsettled Disputes
Balia had finally picked herself up a few hours later. She had been so weak from crying so much that when she finally climbed out of her bed, she was hit with a wave of dizziness that overcame her. She staggered back into bed and burst into another bout of tears, and Tina chose to come in then."Balia, you okay?" Tina asked as she closed the door behind her. "You look pale." Balia would have glared at her if she wasn't acting so lovely. "Nothing at all. I'm just tired.""Dinner is ready, and since Senna isn't home, you can come downstairs for dinner. You can also take a walk if you want." Yes. Balia wanted that. She wanted to be out of this room with everything she had in her. So she changed into a new set of clothing and stepped out of the room, happy that Senna was out. When she asked Tina about his whereabouts, she said she had no idea. Well, he could go to hell for all she cared. Maybe die in the process and never return, too.The dining table was filled with different dishes
Last Updated : 2023-11-08
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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
