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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
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 73| A friend In Need
Senna was gulping down his glass of water when he heard the thud of boots coming from the steps before him. And when he looked up, he saw Trey approaching him, his hands bandaged and hanging in the air. Senna cleared his throat softly and shifted in his seat.He suddenly felt hot, so he pulled at his buttons and popped two open before leaning back into his seat. He forced a smile that wasn't supposed to be there in the first place. Trey wasn't smiling at him, and Senna knew he deserved it.Standing to his feet, Senna nodded once. "Hey, man."Trey scoffed and grabbed a glass of water from the counter close to him. "Hey, man? It's good to see that you finally see me as one of your own." "Trey, I know I..." "You're not one to explain, Senna," Trey laughed bitterly. "Why are you doing that now?" "Because I know I offended you. I hurt you, and I didn't trust you. It's a shitty thing to do." Trey shrugged. "We all do shitty things, don't we?" He sighed and nodded. "Yes, we do
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 74| Deliberations Again
SENNA"What does it say?" Trey asked as he came to stand beside me.I stared at the paper for a long time, a mix of panic and anger overcoming me. I pushed the paper into Trey's hand as I wasn't even ready to speak before I walked into the mansion."This is progress," Trey said as he followed behind me.I turned to look at him with wide eyes. "Progress?! Is that what you call it?"Trey frowned and nodded. "Yes. Progress. That is what I call it. I know how evil Diablo is. But his leaving this for us is enough for us to follow through. We have to be smart about it." "Inform the board members that there would be a meeting in an hour. We're driving to the office as soon as possible." Trey nodded, and while he waited for me, I got changed into something simple—a pair of loose slacks and a black T-shirt, followed by a pair of boots for easy movement. Trey was waiting by the car when I stepped out, and we drove straight to the office. Elios, Rocco, and a few other Consiglieres— two a
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 75| Held Captive
BALIADays Before..."It is not over yet, Balia." Luca hissed as we walked across the bushes leading out into the avenue."Why? We already escaped."He turned to look at me with wide eyes. "Don't you get it? Senna killed our parents! You think I am going to let him go that easily?!"I blinked. "I know you want revenge. I want the same, too, but it is too dangerous to do that right now. Senna is a powerful man. You can't take him down that easily. He's going to end your life, and I don't think I am ready to lose another loved one." "Not when I have a backup, Balia." "Backup? What do you mean by backup?" He chuckled. "You think I am doing this alone? You think I just walked into his mansion with that cock and bull story without a backup?" "And what is your plan?" Before he could give me a reply, a car honked behind us, and we both turned to see a sleek black Lincoln Navigator parked close to us. Its tinted windows wound down, and a man wearing a pair of dark shades waved
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