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64| Betrayal Is the Truth
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His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 65| A Swim Away from Seduction
BALIAOf all things to happen today, I hadn't expected it to be Senna coming out through the French doors, dressed in nothing but a pair of black shorts that showed off his powerful legs. I had just finished a lap and pulled out of the water when I saw him standing there.I blinked, hoping he would disappear the next second, but he was still standing there and staring at me. "Senna..."He tossed the towel hanging over his neck to the side and dove straight into the deep end of the water, taking me by surprise when he began to swim towards me with so much speed. He looked like a fish in the water, and I had to move aside for him to swim past, my mouth hanging open in awe.When he dove his head out of the water, I cleared my throat and turned away, deciding to take another lap. This was to avoid getting into any awkward stare or conversation with him. After I had been told to mind my business in the politest manner ever, I decided that it was all I would do.I thought I was going to swi
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 66| More than Sexual Attractions.
SENNAI had no idea what I was doing, but I wanted her, and that was it. After I'd seen her take off her robe and show off her utterly sexy bikini, I knew I couldn't just stand by my window and watch her swim. I wanted my hands on her body.And now, I was in between her beautiful thighs, trying to stare into her eyes and not her body. "I do." She muttered under her breath, and her pupils dilated as her eyes raked down my body. Shit. This was going to put me in deep shit. I'd avoided her for a reason, but I was now finding it hard to control myself. Her fingers moved, sliding onto my arms as she tried to stabilize herself, and I dove out of the water and kissed the nape of her neck, her eyes fluttering close as she tilted her head to the side. She smelt of faint chlorine and vanilla and apples, too. My arm rounded her back and slipped up her back, sinking my fingers into her hair and pushing her face towards me. Her lips brushed mine in a feathery movement, and I caught her
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 67| A Dead End
BALIASometimes, all it takes for you to know your worth are a few embarrassing situations to bring you back to your senses.Senna knew he could manipulate me into wanting him. Hell, he'd stopped forcing himself on me, but that didn't stop him from being the terrible person he was. He'd gone from physically and emotionally abusing me to manipulating me, and it had all clicked at the pool when he said he didn't want to touch me. Then what had driven him to drive me on the edge of intense lust and madness?The need to feed his ego.I stomped back into my room and changed into a decent t-shirt and jean shorts before deciding I wouldn't let his antics affect my mood or person. I was done letting him dictate my feelings and reactions. Maybe if I started to live for myself, I would feel better. It was the first step to finding your path.I watched him walk through the door, hoping he had a nice day. A day nice enough for him not to unleash his anger on me.He was yet to release Trey. Heck,
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 68| An Unwanted Addition
BALIAFor the next few days, I knew Senna was avoiding me, but I didn't care because I had promised myself to look out for me instead of someone else. So I avoided him in return, moving out of the way whenever I saw him around. We locked gazes a few times, but I was always the first to tear my eyes away.A few times, he returned home either drunk or with blood on his shirt, and it had me wondering what sort of dangerous business he was doing. But it wasn't my place to ask, so I ceased doing anything like that.Last night, I spent it with Tina. She had decided to stay back for the weekend as Senna was indisposed and needed her. We played a few card games that night, and she opened a wine bottle. We sipped while jazz music played in the background, and with the dimly lit candles coming from the scented candles she'd just gotten from the store, it gave the room a serene atmosphere, which I enjoyed. I'd gone to bed slightly buzzed from the wine. The following day, I woke up with a terr
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 69| Changes And Truth
Tina could see the fear in Balia's eyes. She was also afraid for her. It had her wondering why the young lady had forgotten to take her pills even after she expressed her hate for Senna. Had something changed her mind, or had she just forgotten naturally? Well, things like these happened, so she understood. "Senna is not going to kill you." "How do you know that?!" She cried. "He gave me pills to take after sex! Don't I have to know what that means? He doesn't want children! He doesn't want me having his baby, and so do I! But now, I am pregnant, and he's the only one I've ever slept with!" Tina understood Balia's outburst, so she didn't get mad. It was the pregnancy hormones combined with the fear that came with her being pregnant for a man who didn't want kids. Tina wished she could tell Balia things she didn't know. But it wasn't in her place. Balia sank her fingers into her hair and groaned. "What am I going to do? What am I going to do? I am going crazy!"
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 70| Secrets Unfolding
BALIAThings were slowly unfolding, even if I didn't understand what he was discussing.Every moment of my visit to Luca, I have had him reveal one thing or the other. What exactly was he talking about?"I know you're looking out for me, but I think you're taking this overboard. I know I said Senna is going to kill me. I just said that out of—""You don't get it, do you?" Luca asked with a laugh and shook his head."What are you talking about, Luca?" I asked, standing to my feet. He had a murderous glint in his eyes, and it still hadn't left since. "Why do you have that look in your eyes? You mean it, don't you? You're going to kill Senna?""You don't recognize him, do you?" Luca said. "You probably don't. You were hidden in the cupboard while I had to watch him waste our parents!" "What are you talking about?"Seconds ticked by, and with every moment that passed, my anxiety began to grow. I had no idea what he was talking about, but it was getting scary, and moments passed. Luca kic
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 71| Cynic Nostalgia
SENNAI had come back home after a long day at the site, glad that we had made progress at least. Diablo had stopped the attacks, and we had found a loophole to attack.After a mini celebration at the club with Rocco and Elio, all I wanted to do was come back home to Balia. I had missed her after our encounter. I had found it hard to take that moment off my mind.I realized that I enjoyed spending time with her, and she was fun. And for today, I had thought about the swim we took at the pool, telling myself I would do better. I had even thought of taking her out on a date to show her that I wanted to get to know her.Only to be met by a furious Balia. The hate in her eyes had sent chills down my body as I hadn't been expecting it. The last time I'd seen that look in her eyes was several weeks ago, and just when I thought things were getting better between us, she cursed at me and called me a murderer.Shutting the door to my room, I pulled off my clothes, suddenly feeling hot and unco
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 72| Matter Arising
SENNAFuck.I walked back into the house, feeling all sorts of emotions ranging from anger to panic to angst to the need to kill. I pushed the door into the main house open and walked straight to the minibar. A decanter of brandy sat on the wooden counter, and I picked it up and poured myself a generous amount before tossing a few ice cubes into the cup.I took the first gulp, not caring if it sloshed to the sides as he drank. He placed it back on the counter with a thud and raked his fingers through his hair.Picking up his phone, he called Placido, who immediately picked up."I sent you a photo on WhatsApp. Check it out and make sure you find them. Send out your men and call the other associates. Make sure the whole city is scoured. Call me with food news in twenty-four hours."I ended the call and dropped my phone on the counter before grabbing my drink again. I paced around, hating that these memories were returning. I wouldn't say I liked that, and somehow, I was the reason for h
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