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His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 82| Chaotic Vendetta
Trey immediately alerted the other men outside Diablo's mansion, and they all rushed in. They helped carry Senna out of the house after his bleeding had been dealt with while another man picked Balia's unconscious body from the ground. She must have collapsed from shock. "Don't sleep, Senna!" Trey commanded as his eyes fluttered close. "You must not sleep. Just a little time, and we'll get home!" Trey had placed a call prior to their drive home, and a doctor had been asked to appear at the mansion with immediate effect. They were avoiding hospitals due to the nature of his injury. As for Balia, she was still very much unconscious, and Trey kept sighing from time to time. This situation wasn't hard for him to handle. He was just worried about Diablo. One of the men had seen him leave through a chopper at the top of the roof and had been unable to stop him. He was still out there and alive, and that meant all wasn't over. Secondly, he was worried about Senna. He had lost so
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 83| Matador
BALIATwo days later, Senna was taken to his room. I sat by his bed, waiting and hoping for him to wake up. I was deeply worried and afraid. Trey told me Diablo had found a way to escape all of these and that he was going to strike at any time. They were all getting ready for him to attack, but I didn't want a repeat of that. All of this happened because of my brother. Somehow, the secret we were left with warped into another to cause this great disaster. I couldn't stand it. None of us could.I knew I had to do something. I was the cause of all of this. If I hadn't escaped with Luca, Senna wouldn't have gotten shot, and all of this bullshit wouldn't have happened. So it was up to me to finish this up.I knew Diablo was going to call in the next few days, so I sat by Senna's phone, waiting for when he was finally going to call.He did call later in the evening once I was done cleaning Senna's face. I rushed to his bed stand and picked it up, glancing at Senna, who was still asleep. I
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 84| Right into your trap
BALIA"Are you sure you want to do this, Balia?" Trey asked as soon as I stepped out of my room. Tina was beside him, and they both looked really worried.Nodding, I sighed. "This is the only way out, and you both know that, right?"Trey nodded. "Of course, it is. But it's just so risky. Senna will go mad."Nodding, I laughed. "But you will be with me. So I don't think there's anything to worry about."He sighed. "But we will be far away. Diablo still had eyes everywhere, so it's going to be really hard, you know?" "I'll be careful. Living with Senna has taught me a lot." "He's asleep. He's going to hate himself if he wakes up and I tell him everything." I chuckled and shrugged. "At least, I am doing this for our good. Diablo must go down. I don't care how that is going to happen, but he must." Trey patted my arm before he pulled me into a hug. Tina did the same, also. "Why am I being hugged like this will be my last time on earth? I am literally going to return." I sai
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 85| To Kill for Love
SENNAMy eyes fluttered open, and once the sunbeams hit my face, I closed them back up and turned over to the other side, groaning in pain when a white-hot pain shot up my side.I had a white t-shirt on, and pulling it up, I noticed that my torso was wrapped around in clean gauze with a slight blood stain on it.All the memories came rushing back: taking a bullet for Balia, watching as Trey shot him to death, seeing a blurred image of Balia falling to the ground as she collapsed and watching myself being carried into my car. It had all gone by so quickly, and now, the bullet must have been extracted from my body.I had to see Balia. I had no idea how long I had been out, but from the stiffness of my body, I knew it must have been for a few days. My joints hurt, and so did my back. My neck was stiff, and so were my wrists. Flexing every stiff joint in my body, I reached over to my phone to see that it wasn't there.Frowning, I climbed painfully out of my bed and limped over to the tabl
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 86| Martyr
BALIABlinding pain rippled through my whole body and I cried out, sliding to the ground.Diablo was standing before me before I could make another move. He picked me up from the floor, his fingers wrapped tightly around my throat as he glared at me. If glares could kill, I would have been dead by now.My breathing was uneven and I had started to palpitate. I could feel all the air leave my lungs as he sent a punch into my guts. "Argh!" I cried out, eyes wide as I tried to get a hold of myself. But it was hard. He was punching hard and I was filled with so much crippling fear. My baby! He must have seen the look in my eyes because he smiled wickedly and looked down at my belly. "My child, huh?" "Y-yes," I coughed out, tasting blood in my mouth. What blood vessel had he broken for me to feel blood in my mouth? My head swam. "It is your child." "It's annoying that you think I am stupid enough not to know the game you play. I do not know what it takes for a woman to get pr
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
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 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
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