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His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 30| Sadistic
Placido knew when to act right, and it was mostly when Senna was around. His boss didn't have the time for small talk or the sort. All he wanted was for you to go to the fucking point.Placido nodded immediately and led Senna toward the small room adjoining the larger one. It was dark and musty, mostly used to store stuff, but she was here now, blindfolded and hands and feet tied to a metal chair with jute ropes.Senna smiled, and Placido came over with a revolver in his hand. He was about to hand it over to Senna, who glared at him."You're here again," Amanda began in a light tone. It infuriated him that she could keep her cool no matter the odds. It reminded Senna of himself. "Senna fucking Black. Ironically, you would want to kill me yourself.""Indeed," Senna replied coolly and walked over to her. He pushed the blindfold from her face, revealing her gray orbs. Those were the eyes she had used to capture him. Those eyes and that body.Fucking snake, he thought to himself. He had h
Last Updated : 2023-11-13His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 31| Friends Don’t Exist
Senna left the club later in the evening after he met with his new clients. They had contacted him for help, using his logistics to ship opium and just as they were done finalising, Senna got a call from one of the men who had been in charge of shipping goods from Cuba to inform him that the seaport services had held them and how their goods had been seized.Senna was terribly angry and had contacted his Underboss, Rocco, to find out what had happened."The person we paid to handle importing the container had us deceived. I've been trying to contact him since the issue came up. His number has been redirected.""What happened to Benson? Isn't he the one in charge of our importations? Why didn't you give him the gig then?""Benson is on a one-month leave and won't be around till next month. He was the one who referred us to Ferdinando, and we trusted him."Senna kicked the tires of his car in anger, hating that he had to experience one bad thing for another in the space of two days. It
Last Updated : 2023-11-13His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 32| Intense Negative Emotions
Balia's POVI was standing before him now, and his fingers were tightly wrapped around my arm. My cheeks were streaked with tears, but he didn't seem to care."What did you do today?" He asked as he released me from his hold. I staggered back in relief and watched as he took out a cigarette pack from his pocket. He pulled it open and slipped one out, lighting it up with a metal lighter he produced from his pocket."Nothing of much importance," I replied while rubbing my arms. Why did he care what I did today anyway?He scoffed and leaned against my window, dragging for a while before he inhaled and puffed out its content. "You know, I had a shitty day today.""I don't see how that is any of my business." I blurted out before I could even weigh my words.My eyes fleeted towards him to see that he was smiling. Something definitely felt strange about his smile. "I never said it was any of your business." "So why are you here?" I asked as I walked towards him, wondering where this bold
Last Updated : 2023-11-16His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 33| A Reputation for Breaking Hearts
All Balia could do was cry. She had no say in anything happening in her life right now. Senna had left about an hour ago, and she lay in bed, begging for sleep to come and begging for her thoughts to stop tormenting her.But how could she do it? Seduce a stranger and sleep with him because Senna wanted a deal signed?She has become a whore overnight, and Senna was the pimp who didn't give a shit about her.She finally fell asleep with tears in her eyes, and the following day, she decided to remain in her room as she built the mental capacity to face a group of people she had never met.Tina came in later to check in on Balia. She also came in with a large gift box."You don't look too bright this morning," Tina said as she placed the box beside the bed. "Do you want me to make you a cup of tea?""Coffee would do fine," Balia said in reply. Her voice was coarse, all thanks to Senna, who had nearly choked her to death last night. "I need it.""Of course. I'll do that now.""What's in th
Last Updated : 2023-11-16His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 34| Anxiety and Pretence
By the time Balia was all dressed up, it was already six in the evening.She stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror, staring at her dress. It was an off-the-shoulder gown with a plunging neckline and a bare back. The lady suggested wearing a thong to make her underwear less visible.She stood four inches taller than her average height, her hair bouncing over her shoulders in fat beach curls. Her makeup was dark and smoky, giving the impression of a woman with an air of darkness around her.Balia wasn't sure she liked this. As beautiful as she looked tonight, she preferred curling up in bed and watching a movie or reading a book.Her dress was smoothed over by the lady whom she later discovered her name was Melinda."You look gorgeous tonight," She said as she placed her hands on Balia's shoulders. "Let's see if he gets moved by you for real."Balia wasn't interested in any of that. As far as she was concerned, all she wanted was for the night to end as fast as possible. She wanted t
Last Updated : 2023-11-16His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 35| Subtle Seduction…
Balia's POVOnce again, I was walking into the midst of people who were a thousand times richer than I was, had several bank accounts worth millions, and had probably spent the same amount I got paid yearly on a piece of fabric that could be easily torn with one pull. It was unbelievable.It was crazy how my arms slipped into Senna's as he guided me through the door and into the large spacious hall, filled with tables covered in ivory silk, seats with chrome frames and plush silver cushions, extremely clean glass with serviettes expertly folded into them.There was a large space— a dance floor, and it was covered in glitter. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, illuminating the room, and cold air blasted from the tall air conditioners.I was brought back to earth when I heard someone speak, and when I raised my hand, it was a man, definitely younger than Senna, dressed in a gray pinstripe tuxedo.He was handsome—my type of man. Light brown hair, five o'clock dusted his jaw, blu
Last Updated : 2023-11-16His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 36| Blood and Accusations
"You smell so nice," Smith whispered against Balia's neck as he kicked his door shut. He hadn't even waited for them to get into his suit. His hands were already groping her body as he searched for a zipper or something to aid him in taking it off."You're going to rip my dress off!" Balia said with a laugh and stepped away from him. Her hand went behind her back, and she pulled the strings. "See? As easy as anything.""I would have gotten you a new dress tomorrow if that was what you were avoiding," he said as he walked towards the table where a decanter of brandy sat.Balia smiled and clutched her dress to her chest. She walked over to where he stood, holding a cup to her. She took it from his hand and took a huge gulp.Her attraction for him was fading, and she had no idea why. She suddenly felt uncomfortable. Was she a whore to have followed him in here and let him take off her dress?All she needed to get this night over with was a drink. If she were slightly drunk, it would be o
Last Updated : 2023-11-16His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 37| More Questions
Balia was pulled all the way out of Smith's room. She was still filled with shock, staring back toward his suit as Senna hurried her along the corridor. He stopped when he got to the end, and before him stood two men all dressed in suits. From the looks of it, they recognized Senna."He's in his suit. Make sure he's properly taken care of. Be smart about it."The men nodded and began to hurry down the hallway. Senna sighed and leaned against the wall before slipping his fingers into his hair. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Balia?"Balia looked down at her hand. She was trembling terribly. She couldn't get Smith's bloody face out of her head, and each time she remembered how much Senna had punched him, it made her whimper.She looked at him, forcing a smile through her trembling jaws. "What is wrong with me? I should be asking you that!"He leaned away from the wall, towering above her. "I fucking told you, didn't I? I told you only to seduce him. What the fuck? You were naked, wer
Last Updated : 2023-11-16
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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
