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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
Last Updated : 2023-12-01His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner PROLOGUE
"You know how to drive a man crazy," Senna whispered hotly against her ears as he pushed Valeria against his desk. "So why did you come here, huh?"His fingers slipped through the thin strap of her panties as he pulled them down her legs. She fell onto the desk, parting her legs wide enough for him to pull her panties off easily.Their breaths mingled as she hastily took off her clothing. She didn't wait till he was done before she pushed her lips against his in a hot kiss. She tossed her top, hot minding where it landed, and when she felt the heat of his hands on her skin, she closed her eyes, threw her head back, and let out a moan of pleasure.Senna had no idea why she had visited him, but if this was going to be the main menu, he wasn't complaining. He took a step back and stared at her naked upper body. His groin tightened when she bit her lower lip and caressed her breasts. Her fingers tugged at her nipples as she gave him a come-hither look.He loved bold women. He loved women
Last Updated : 2023-10-19His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 01| Bloody Deal
Bounded to a chair, hands tied firmly behind her back, almost cutting off blood circulation, eyes blindfolded with a thick black tie plunging her vision into nothingness, and mouth firmly gagged with a piece of cloth; the blonde-haired lady with a stern face remained utterly calm for someone in such a position. Beads of sweat broke all over her sweet, stern face, and she flinched, only slightly, at the sound of the metal clanking that could be heard within the room she was being held in as a captive. She wondered if Senna wanted her tortured first before canceling Christmas on her. Senna's eyes spitted fury as he gazed at the filthy bitch that had almost run down his entire mobster organization. Left to him, he would have loved to pluck her eyes out and feed them to his dogs, but he had more pressing issues to attend to in his nightclub."You almost had me, but now I own your life, bitch," Senna growled into her ears. He freed her blindfold and took away the cloth on her mouth.Ama
Last Updated : 2023-10-19His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 02| Pit to Hell
The door creaked open. Amanda's ears perked up instinctively, and she turned around to see which of Senna's men had come to torment her now or if it was Senna himself. No, it wasn't Senna, it was Placido."Hey, soldier, we've been through this before," Amanda said with a curly, nasty little smile. "I ain't telling you shit. And no offense, soldier, but your torturing skills are a little redundant. Can't you be a little more creative?""Silence bitch!" Placido thundered. "Why are you doing this? Why are you working for the Puppeteer?""Hmm, tell me something, soldier. Is that the question you were ordered to ask me?""Shut up. I'll ask the questions around here!""October thirty-first two thousand two, I went to present the evening news. I was to be back home in less than two hours, I assured my husband and my daughter, who was five years old. I kept to my promise. I got home and tried unlocking the door with my key, but it was already open. When I got home, it was eerily quiet even th
Last Updated : 2023-10-19His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 03| Rescue
Amanda woke up to someone moving her around. She heard a gunshot and people screaming in response to the shot fired.She heard a threatening, raspy male voice say, "Everyone down on the floor! Lay the fuck on the ground now!""Welcome to the land of the living," Placido said as he moved Amanda, helplessly strapped to a wheelchair."How? What the fuck?" As Amanda spoke, she did so with difficulty because her jaw was slightly broken.Placido chuckled wryly. "We're going home sweetie. I can't believe your bad luck. Yuuno, it's funny how you jumped off a cliff to end right back in my hands."Amanda agreed with Placido inwardly.She felt hurt all over her body, but her mind was too distracted to focus on pain. She looked up in surprise as Placido rammed the wheelchair through the double swing door, and she frowned at the disrespect with which he pushed her around. She wondered if she just used the wheelchair for this particular moment or if she had broken her hips and spinal cord during t
Last Updated : 2023-10-19His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 04| Identity
"Placido, what the heck went on down here, man?" Senna said as he stormed into the basement of his nightclub with two security guards strolling behind him.Everyone quickly turned their attention to him."The Puppeteer happened," Placido responded."And Amanda?""Gone. He took her with him.""Damn! I don't get it. The Puppeteer is just one man. He should've been outmanned and outgunned.""Yes, and he was all those things, outnumbered and outgunned, but boss, I'm telling you, this guy's reflexes are out of this world. He's fast, like one of those guys in the matrix.""Did you get a look at his face? What'd he look like?" Senna looked at all the dead bodies just lying around and grimaced inwardly."No, I'm afraid not. He was putting on a mask."Senna sighed softly. "So why didn't you go after them?"Now, it was Placido who grimaced inwardly. "Boss, he knocked me out pretty bad.""Placido, I don't pay you to get knocked out like a bitch!"Placido gave a resigned sigh. "I'm sorry, it won'
Last Updated : 2023-11-07His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 05| Bondage
Balia was still in that position for over thirty minutes. The ropes had done a number by sinking into her skin. It hurt like crazy, and she was sure it would leave an angry mark on her skin. Her ankles felt the same way.She looked up to the four-poster bed at each corner, where the rope was attached to curved brass rods, strong enough that even her weight couldn't pull off.She was wise enough not to try to swing. It wasn't going to be to her benefit. She imagined herself turning from left to right to get the rod off. It would only make the rope sink deeper into her skin and cause her more pain.When she couldn't take it anymore, she began to whimper. Hot tears ran down the side of her face as she sobbed and weakly called out for someone to get her out of there. She wondered where the vile man had gone.Was he going to leave her here for the rest of the night? Was he going to make her his prisoner? What the hell had she gotten into tonight? She beat herself up for not apologizing wh
Last Updated : 2023-11-07His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 06| Protection?
“I didn't catch your name, red hair," Senna said as she caught the dress he tossed at her.Balia ignored him and walked towards the bathroom to get changed. If he wanted to know her name, he'd have done that politely over a drink or after asking her to strip for him.These were the perks of being a stripper. The bad perks. Men could make nasty comments about you, slap you in inappropriate places, and even ask for sex, and all you had to do to keep your job was grin like a fucking Cheshire cat and do whatever you were asked to.She wondered who this man was and where he had come from, making him feel he had authority over her. What had she gotten herself into?She hadn't. The universe was against her this evening because she had done nothing to warrant this harassment from this strange and devilishly handsome man. As hard as it was to admit, he was an attractive man. She knew he was older than she was, probably in his early forties. But she hated him still.When she got to the bathroom
Last Updated : 2023-11-07
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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
