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His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 43| Mundane Day
Balia's POVWell, it was none of my business. I felt Trey's presence behind me, and somehow, it was comforting.Trey cleared his throat, and Senna turned towards us, including the lady. Her laughter died in her throat. She leaned against the column right beside Senna and took a sip from her glass before turning to him. "Is she the new maid you were talking about?" "No," Senna replied, his eyes still trained on me. "She's not." And that was it? He didn't care explaining to this lady that I was the one he had locked up so he could have access to me whenever. That I had overdosed unknowingly on painkillers and have been rushed to the hospital? I snapped out of my brief moment of delusion, reminding myself that I didn't care either. Turning towards Trey, I ran my hand down his arm and blessed him with a sweet smile. "Thank you really. For bringing the clothes and for driving me home. For the painkiller, too. For something that nearly killed me, yours saved me." We shared
Last Updated : 2023-11-16His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 44| Breaking Point
Balia was finally dressed up. She wasn't wearing something too formal. She just threw a pair of maroon cotton shorts and a white crop top that stopped above her navel. Once she was done, she brushed her hair and applied a bit of gloss to give her lips a bright look before she slipped her feet into a pair of leather slippers and went downstairs.As she approached the base of the steps, she heard voices coming from the dining room and paused to listen.Senna's voice came first. He was talking in his usual casual tone. The next voice that came also sounded familiar. It belonged to a woman. The woman who had referred to her as a maid. She heaved a deep sigh and closed her eyes.Was that why he wanted her downstairs? To humiliate her? To remind her that she was nothing but a piece of crap by making her sit before a woman who had condescendingly spoken about her?Well, she wasn't going to let some woman talk down on her. She continued her way down and pushed the door to the dining room ope
Last Updated : 2023-11-16His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 45| Trouble Brewing
Senna left her alone as Balia had asked. She hadn't seen him for over four days. She felt really relieved.She never met him in the dining room, and she didn't bother to ask Tina. She didn't care if he got killed or something. In fact, she wanted that to happen so she could finally escape and find something to do.For the next three days, she felt better than ever. The headaches had stopped, and she spent more time with Tina, who took her around the house and showed her places around the mansion. It was more peaceful now than ever. This was what it felt like to be alone. Balia wanted this forever.And as for Senna, he immersed himself in work and was rarely home to even spare her a glance. Most of his nights were spent at his suite in one of his hotels around the country. He closed business deals, handled shipments, and made sure everything went smoothly. There were a few glitches in the way, but he was able to take care of it all. And whenever he returned home, it was usually really
Last Updated : 2023-11-16His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 46| A Captive's Day Out
Balia's POVThe following day, I woke up feeling better than yesterday. It had been over three days since I last saw him, and I wasn't bothered. He probably had business to attend to. Plus, the guilt I had seen in his eyes a few nights ago must have driven him away from me.But I knew Senna. If he could drive his fist several times into Smith's face because he touched me, then he was capable of worse. He was unfeeling.I threw back my bed covers and climbed out of bed. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and mouth. I looked less messier than the previous days, and it was a perfect thing.I heard the sound of my door opening as I stepped out of the room. Tina was gently placing a dress on the Chippendale chair. I didn't recognize this dress as mine."Good morning, Tina," I said as I slipped out of my clogs and walked over to her. "Uhm, whose dress is that?""Yours.""This isn't my dress," I frowned, walking over to pick it up. A pale blue sundress with thin straps for arms. It was g
Last Updated : 2023-11-16His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 47| Fucking Around and Finding Out?
Balia didn't reply to the text he sent to her. Senna didn't bother checking if she had replied to it or not. He had more important things to do. The only reason he forced himself to do this was because of the guilt eating away at his heart. All he had to do was make it up to her and make her see him in a different light.Senna slipped into the chair behind his desk and picked up a file. Rocco had printed it out at the meeting. It recorded shipping and logistics from other mafia groups from different countries and states. It had been printed to track Diablo's movements as they had gotten intel on the company that worked with him.But there was no trace of him. He had no idea if bothering about it was a hassle. Diablo was a snake and could strike at any time.He tossed the paper to the side and took out his phone to check on Trey, as it had already been over two hours since they left.Trey picked two rings later. "Boss.""How are things going?""Quite interesting. She's taking a ride o
Last Updated : 2023-11-16His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 48| Not All Days Are Bad Days
Balia's POVWell, today ended on a good note. Trey drove us to the Italian restaurant and booked us a table. He had offered me a seat, asking me to order whatever I wanted so he could leave the card with the cashier and wait in the car.Well, I disagreed. I couldn't sit here alone. Not when it had a lot of people sitting around and dining at the same time. Now that I thought about it correctly, I had a little social anxiety. Why couldn't I sit without tapping my feet on the floors or playing with my fingers?I decided that I couldn't sit alone, so I pushed back my seat and walked over to where Trey stood before the counter and tapped him."Hey, got any problem?" He asked as he placed a black card on the table. He slid it over to the lady behind the counter, and I didn't miss that she had been baring her teeth before him like a predator.I scratched the back of my neck. "Uhm, I'd love you to be at the table with you."He shot a perfectly carved brow up. "You think?"I nodded. "Yeah. I
Last Updated : 2023-11-16His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 49| Hard To Resist
Senna's POVI felt her before I saw her, and the urge to smell her rushed through me. I couldn't control myself. Immediately, I saw her wearing that dress and looking sumptuous. All I wanted to do was touch her and inhale her heady scent. But she was confusing me. Or was it me?These past few days of avoiding her had been shitty. Nothing seemed to please me. Not even the beautiful strippers at the club. I never really fancied any of them. All I did was watch them move their attractive bodies. It was enough to make a man's night.But none of that had happened since she vented. I had immersed myself in work, hoping I would forget about her in a day or so. But it was impossible. At every waking moment, all I thought about was her: the look of pain on her face as she spoke, the tears streamed down her cheeks as she broke down. I'd been left speechless, unable to act. I couldn't even comfort her or see her later to know what was wrong. Heck, I didn't have that in me. I was the least empa
Last Updated : 2023-11-16His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 50| Mixed Signals and Feelings
BALIA.Last night had been a mix of amusing and annoying because why the hell had he been a bit nice before biting me with his words?I was glad that he hadn't followed me to bed, so I just watched a movie till I fell asleep.I woke up to my face on the screen of my iPad and sunlight pouring into my room. Squinting, I shielded my face and turned to the other side, yawning as I slipped out of bed.I walked to the window with the intent of pulling the drapes close. I wouldn't say I liked too much light. Tina must have pulled the drapes open while I was out.But when I got to the window, I stopped when I saw a familiar body moving through the pool. I squinted towards the pool, eyes widening when the swimmer stepped out. Senna.It was illegal for anyone to look that hot, and I wondered why I wasn't hearing the wail of a thousand sirens waiting at the gates to arrest this specimen of a man. I saw the reason why no woman could look away from him. His hair. It had been cut low. As muc
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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
