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KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA FIFTY ONE | Not So Ordinary Day
[ZARINA]It’s surprising how rarely I think of my mother these days. Back in the orphanage, it used to be a constant voice in my head, an alarm to wake up every morning, and a lullaby that compelled me to sleep.That woman abandoned me when I was just weeks old. A person has to have a heart of stone to do something so cruel, right? All those years, from one custodial to another, I imagined every circumstance, reason, and excuse for her to not want me. And each of them hurts just the same. The most sensible reason of all, and which also seemed to be the most common for most of the kids in the orphanage like me, is that I might have been a child conceived before the marriage. It makes a bit of sense than any of my other imaginations. It makes me want to hate her less.Then again, they are nothing but imagination. A fiction, I let myself dive into just so I can simmer down the hate that sometimes my chest bubbles up with.Angela indeed convinced me to escape the orphanage. She filled me
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA FIFTY TWO | Just A Replacement
[ZARINA]I run.I run until my chest hurts and my leg burns.I run until my vision blurs and my head spins.I don’t turn or scream or cry for help.I run until something clasps around my wrist and yanks me back with force, it sends me flying back into someone’s warm arms.“What the fuck happened, Zarina? What the fuck?”I hear but I don’t understand. I hear, but I don’t hear at all. My heartbeat is too brash in my ears, too strong and reckless against my rib cage.I see him. I see his eyes. The confusion, the anger, the fear, and the anxiety behind them all are what I see. They whirl in his coffee eyes like the most destructive tempest, they melt in the way his arms tighten protectively around my frame, liquefying as warm and comforting whispers in my ears.“Sh-she is here!” I say pathetically, trembling like a bloody leaf. “She is here!”“Who is here?” he asks urgently, shooting his gaze everywhere around them. “Who is she?”“That woman,” my voice breaks, but I gather up the courage
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA FITFTY THREE | Oranzio Petroni
[VLADIMIR]BANG!It was the sound of the door Zarina slammed in my face.Part of me was livid when she tore herself off me, leaving me wanting for more, and the other part - the saner, the sounder, the more rational - was glad she did, before noticing the massive bulge in my pants.Before letting my fucked-up brain wrap around what the heck had just happened, there was an urgent need for me to take care of the situation she left behind. I hurried to the bathroom, pulled the zipper, and pumped until every drop of my essence fired out.Fuck, that was hot!She is hot! She is so fucking hot!Gosh, she has not a single clue what she does to me, what I want to do to her. It’s so hard to be around her and not hold her absolutely close, to not have her the way every inch of my length demands.But I can’t. I just can’t. I can’t repeat the mistakes that destroyed me in the past, not just me but everyone I cared about. I cannot let this barbaric side of me succeed, I cannot.But it’s hard, I swe
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA FIFTY FOUR | Open Your Eyes
[ZARINA]“No!” I yell, “No no no no no no no, it’s all wrong, all wrong.”For the past two hours, I’ve been trying to cook something decent and edible for myself. Something uncomplicated, something that shouldn’t be this challenging. But all my attempts confirm to be in vain. It took me ten minutes just to make sure the stove was working.This is all so new for me.Not the cooking quite so but this kitchen. Everything is modern and stylish; half of the things, the utensils, the food. I don’t even know what to do with them, how to use them, how to cook.Back at the orphanage, things were simple. We had limited kitchen wares and a fixed portion of food for each mouth. So, imagine my surprise and powerlessness when I tried to figure out this place. It’s even more complicated than those stubborn math problems. I don’t know what to do, or where to start.I should have paid a close eye to Vladimir when he cooked us breakfast and dinner the previous day. Should have woken up early, instead o
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA FIFTY FIVE | Glorious
[VLADIMIR]I wake up in a room I do not recognize as mine. Panic surges through my bones like a bolt of electricity. But the moment my head snaps to the right side, my heart calms down and a small smile tickles the corner of my lips.Zarina is sound asleep next to me and I don’t think there can be a more captivating sight than that. For the first time in a long time my heart is at ease, contentment thrives and I feel light as a feather, a new-fangled kind of feeling that cannot be explained via words. It’s warm and light and unnervingly easy-going. It makes me want to wrap her up in my arms and kiss her until we both are panting and wheezing and struggling for the next breath.Despite being drunk like hell; it does not take long for me to recall the events of the previous night. Bringing the same blinding rage and irritation right up my chest.Fuck!I don’t think I can deal with this shit right now, not when Zarina is finally accepting me. If what happened last night was any proof, th
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA FIFTY SIX | Chin Up, Darling
[ZARINA]Something happened, not sure what, but something did.A few minutes ago, we were having this intense make-out that literally set every inch of me on fire. I have never felt like this before, as if my heart would burst with this raw and passionate feeling loading it up, as if the knots in my stomach would explode like confetti. I can hardly wrap my head around what I did out there. Did I really confess to liking what happened last night? Why on earth did I do that? He must think I’m some crazed woman who is pining for the man who kidnapped her. Is this what they call Stockholm syndrome? Am I sick?A small part of me isn’t certain if what happened in the kitchen was something that should have taken place. I kissed Xavier, for the love of God. What would he think of me if he came to know about Vladimir and me? What if Vladimir learned of the kiss Xavier and I had? These confused feelings are not helping me right now.Despite this being a situation that I really should be worried
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA FIFTY SEVEN | Count On Me
[VLADIMIR]The elevator ride is six minutes long, yet these six minutes feel awfully lengthy. I can’t help this feeling of unrest pooling in the pit of my stomach. Deliberately, I’ve been vague with Zarina about the place, purpose and person we are here to meet.In my defence, it is better this way. The questions she might have after this meeting will be easier to respond to. Clearer and less exhausting. Above and beyond, I don’t want her to have any prenotion, my feelings about this person should not matter. She should be the only person to decide her fate this time. Life has been dreadfully unfair to her in the past, and the least I can do is to provide her with the freedom to make her own choices. Even though I know how things might end up from here on, I know in my heart that it’s the right thing to do.From the corner of my eye, I watch her tapping her feet impatiently against the elevator floor. I can only imagine what’s going on in that pretty head of hers. She is nervous, and
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA FIFTY EIGHT | Not Alone
[VLADIMIR]It’s been two days and Zarina hasn’t left her room; she barely even leaves her bed. She refuses to talk, eat, drink, or do anything at all, except for lying on the bed and staring blankly into nothing. I cannot help but worry about her, don’t know what to do or say or how to help her get through this tough time.Perhaps it’s all my fault. I should never have agreed, should not have given in to Isabella’s demand. Before the meeting, Zarina was happy, or at least, better than she is now. Instead of leading her blindly into the room, I should have warned her, given her a hint or something. Then again, if I had done so, she would have come up with millions of questions. And God knows, I’m trying to wrap my head around this mess myself. She is not alone in this turmoil of confusion. I’m with her. We should have seen this coming, though. The similarities were bang on. I just wonder how they hid the truth for so long, and how much more is there to it we still aren’t able to figure
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KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA EPILOGUE
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SEVENTY NINE | Never Leave Me Baby
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SEVENTY EIGHT | Say It Again
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SEVENTY SEVEN | Wild Animal Unleashed
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SEVENTY SIX | Welcome Home
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SEVENTY FIVE | Touch Yourself
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SEVENTY FOUR | Awful Silence
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SEVENTY THREE | Stab A Knife
KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA SEVENTY TWO | My Golden Girl
