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The Mafia's Captured Slave Want to feel good
It was already night and I was still in my room, frantically lying on my bed with my blanket wrapped around me. I was still not feeling well, I was in agony.I just want to feel better, these stupid Heartbreaks are BITCH.Darn it.I want to feel good, I have to engross myself in some activity. Maybe singing can work. Many people sing whenever they are sad. So let me just try.I took my phone and switched on the Bluetooth before connecting my phone to the speaker. I chose a certain song's karaoke before playing it on the speaker. I raised the volume at full. The loud music was bustling in my entire room. I switched off the lights and turned on a dim lights, sought of giving my room a concert look. I climbed up the bed, balled my fist before raising it up infront of my mouth, like a mic.I shook my body with rhythm of the music before singing."I'm mad at Disney, Disney, They tricked me, tricked me. Had me wishing on a shooting star."I jumped up and down on bed, and continued singing l
Last Updated : 2024-01-10The Mafia's Captured Slave Disbelief and slight horror
I made cherry tomato salad with some olive and some mixture of sesame for myself for dinner. I took my bowl along with me and sauntered out of the kitchen. I was about to walk towards the dining area, when I spotted Dylan and Harold walking out of their home office which was right beside the lounge. I immediately spun around with the bowl in my hand. I hastily walked towards the staircase and was about to climb the first stair, when Dylan called me."Naomi!!" I clenched my eyes shut in agony.Why? Why he has to call me....especially infront of that beast Harold.Sighing, I turned around with a smile.Dylan and Harold were in the dining area. Dylan was smiling at me and now I sighed in relief.Harold still hasn't shown him the audio of mine."Even we are having our dinner, come join us Naomi." Dylan said."Yes Miss Nolan, come join us." Harold butted in with a mischievous smile.I gulped and nodded with a small smile.With my bowl in my hand, I strode towards the dining area before pla
Last Updated : 2024-01-11The Mafia's Captured Slave Am gonna kill her
"BITCH!!!" Anthony yelled in pain as his palms were clutching the behind of his head.Harold took his chance as he got up and crawled towards Anthony before blowing a huge punch on his nose."How did you enter my house?!!" Harold had a murderous glare filled with malice as he looked down at Anthony.A vein on Harold's neck popped out as pure rage was evident on his face. He grabbed his collar and punched him again on his eyes giving him a black eye plus another punch which gave Anthony a busted lips.Even Anthony looked furious as he was glaring back at Harold with pure hatred. He grabbed Harold's collar and with all might, he pushed Harold away as Harold fell on the floor and his head hit the leg of the wooden small cupboard."You killed my BROTHER!!" Anthony's whole posture was trembling with rage."He deserved to die." Harold roared.Anthony was breathing heavily as he took the knife from the floor and in a jiffy came behind me as my widened in fear. He circled his one arm around m
Last Updated : 2024-01-12The Mafia's Captured Slave No one deserves him
I just ate a delicious chicken cheesy lasagna prepared by myself. Today I just randomly saw the recipe of lasagna and immediately I prepared it as all the ingredients were present inside Harold's million dollar kitchen.I pouted sadly as I looked down at the kitchen sink, there were so many dishes to wash. For four days, the cleaning agency won't be coming to this house, so I had to clean the vessels by myself.It's been exactly two days after the attack and Harold didn't fire the security guards in here for Anthony's dangerous trespassing instead he appointed more guards infront of the gates, so that no unknown person can enter this house. So now the security in here is double.....no triple tight. Not even a single harmless leaf can move inside this property without Harold's permission. So so00000 tight.I sighed as I glanced down at the dishes.No worries.... I can do it in a jiffy.I hastily sprinted upstairs to my room and took my phone along with my headphones. I descended downst
Last Updated : 2024-01-13The Mafia's Captured Slave His red room
"So how are you doing now?" Kate asked.I was on a phone call with Kate."I'm fine." I exhaled."It has already been a month of you not being here. So, when are you coming and joining the company back?" Kate asked.I won't be joining the company back Kate.As my stay has extended for another month, so I had to lie to her."Actually mom is still healing from the loss....trauma and I can't just leave her like that, so I may stay another month here." I said."WHAT?!!" Her voice was incredulous."Yeah, you have to understand it Kate." I sighed.I was tired of lying to her and Zach."Okay....so how is she....your mother? Is she still angry with you.?" She asked.I don't know.."Yeah she's fine with me.""This all happened because of that bastard of Mike..." I cut her off."Kate..." I groaned."Just don't take that dude's name." I grumbled."I'm sorry."I sighed again."It's okay... where is Zach?" I asked."He's right beside me and his ears are glued onto my phone, eavesdropping on our con
Last Updated : 2024-01-14The Mafia's Captured Slave Actual story
Is Marcel Delacourt Harold's father??No!!He can also be some relative to him but the way Marcel was looking down at Helen was so adorable.But...I'm still confused.So if Marcel is Harold's father then why Harold hates his father so much??Marcel.Helen.Harold.Ashar.Anthony.Everything is connected yet I just can't join the dots.I was inside my room pacing back and forth trying to figure out who Marcel is really to Harold.After giving the file, I just couldn't stop myself from thinking about the photoframe.I took my phone from the nightstand and approached Google before typing..Who is Harold Kingston's father??It was still buffering as I waited patiently.The page opened revealing nothing but only three words which were 'no result found'.I sighed.Why am I even bothering??Whoever his father is, why do I care?I sat on the bed..No more discussions on Harold's private life.It's just driving me nuts.Suddenly my phone dinged as I glanced at it, there was a message from Dyl
Last Updated : 2024-01-15The Mafia's Captured Slave His mother
Third person's pov ::Harold's age: 15Sunlight penetrated through windows as Helen pulled the curtains apart, "Rise and shine my king, it's time for your school." Helen walked towards the bed before pulling the blanket away from Harold."Mom, just two more minutes." Harold groaned as the sunlight was directly hitting his eyes."You've got your vocal classes now." Helen said as Harold smiled before sitting straight on his bed. "So my king is now going to get ready for his singing class." Helen said it in a sing-song way while pinching his cheeks.Harold frowned and rolled his eyes. "Mom!!! Stop calling me king, I'm not a baby anymore. Call me Harold. Even my other friends including Dylan call me king in a teasy way to irk me." Harold groaned and in return Helen smiled."Let your friends call you king because you are a king. The meaning of your name Harold is leader.....a king." Harold shook his head in dismay before getting up from the bed before making his way to the washroom."Your
Last Updated : 2024-01-16The Mafia's Captured Slave Like singing
Third person's pov ::Harold's age: 15With long strides, Marcel marched towards Helen with a muderous glare."Do not ever touch my things." He snatched the pack of white powder from her hand before putting it back to his drawer."What--" She was cut off by Marcel."Stop poking your nose everywhere, Helen." Marcel closed the door of his cupboard shut with a loud bang.The mixture of anxiety and fear overwhelmed her, she just wanted answers to her question. So with enough courage she asked."Why is there a gun inside your drawer? And what is that white powder... is it drugs--""It's none of your business." He spun around as his back was now facing her.She walked on the front to face him. "It is my business, I'm your wife.""Not anymore." He stated curtly with a face of void emotions."What do you mean..not anymore?" She stammered, her lips trembled as fear engulfed her.Without saying a word Marcel walked upto the bed towards his suitcase before pulling the front zipper open. He pulle
Last Updated : 2024-01-17
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The Mafia's Captured Slave Good mood
EMILYThat evening, I returned to work, going about my shift at the hospital as though nothing had happened the night before, answering my coworkers' questions about the time I'd spent with my sister but not mentioning to them that I had stolen her identity and ended up at a party that was more amazing than any- thing I had ever experienced before.I ran through my list of patients, taking care of each one as needed. Each person I took care of only served as a reminder of the path I had chosen in life. Sure, I was pleased with my career, and I found it incredibly fulfilling what I could do in the lives of others.But, when it came down to it, I was feeling incredibly envious of my sister. I wanted her life. I wanted to be invited to those parties and to meet those men. I wanted to be the one everyone knew from the cover of a magazine. I wanted to be wanted once again. Try as I may, there was no way I could get Kyle Cun- ningham out of my mind, and each time his face appeared in the ba
The Mafia's Captured Slave Lost memories
KYLEI left early that morning, letting Emily sleep in. I didn't know much about her, and I didn't want to break the spell of the night we'd spent together by talking about things that we didn't need to talk about. All too often, I would wake up next to a woman only to hear how she was getting back at her ex-boyfriend, or that she was doing something to bring drama into some relationship she was having.There were those who were lonely, and those who merely wanted to get a taste of what it would be like to be with a man like me. Sure, they were all intended to be one-night stands on my end, too, and I hadn't ever formed any real opinion about any one of them. But, at the same time, I didn't want the woman cur- rently in my bed to wake up and tell me something about herself that would change the way I felt about her.That thought filled me with confusion.I liked doing what I did and splitting the next day. It was the ego boost I needed; a modicum of fulfillment in a life that I wasn't
The Mafia's Captured Slave Want to see her
."Maddie please, don't do this." He sighed raising his hands in the air in a defence position taking another step forward.I opened my mouth and met out a piercing scream, it lasted for around twenty seconds. Long enough for Dylan to back away from me and the lady around the till to come rushing around.It felt as if the next few moments were played out in slow motion the women had barley reached me when I heard the door of the cafe slam open the impact a lot larger than mine that it caused the glass on the door to shatter.My eyes shot to the doorway which was being took up by Fours large stance who's whole body was clenched his chest heaving up and down his golden eyes set on me before flickering to Dylan.My eyes widened as he took no time before he stalked over his long legs carrying him to my side where he reached out grabbing ahold of my arm pulling my into his large chest blocking my view from the rest of the cafe.I felt heat radiating of his body as his chest huffed and puff
The Mafia's Captured Slave Okay with everything
EMILY"Now, tell me absolutely everything. I'm shocked that you even went, and I want to hear how you held up with the rest of the crowd." Maddy said as she walked in through the door.I smiled and shook my head, also unsure of how I had managed to do so well with the situation I had put myself in. I wouldn't have said that I'd handled things perfectly, but I had certainly held my own in the club. "You're not mad at me, are you?" I asked as the two of us walked into the kitchen.Maddy laughed."I have to admit, I thought it was a little strange when you hopped into myride but when you didn't answer my call, I figured you knew what you were doing." She shook her head with a mischievous grin and I smiled, too. I still felt the ex-citement in my chest, and I was eager to relate to her what had happened.Maddy took a seat at the counter and I handed her a glass of iced tea beforegrabbing my own glass and settling in to begin."Well, as you know, we arrived at that mansion up on the hil
The Mafia's Captured Slave Relief
EMILYlopened my eyes, slowly blinking as I looked around the room. I had a headache from the champagne the night before, and it took me a moment to remember where I was exactly. Slowly, the events of the previous day came to mind, and I began to piece together what today would hold.I remembered having the disagreement with my sister, and began searching for my phone. I then remembered that I had dropped my clutch out in the living room, and figured my phone must be inside. Looking around the room, I could see that Kyle was already gone, having gotten dressed while I was still asleep.I hurried out to the living room in nothing but my underwear and, sure enough, found my phone inside my clutch. Kyle had been kind enough to pick it up off the floor and leave it sitting on the coffee table for me, and I ignored the feeling of embarrassment that threatened to swell up in me.I was a grown woman, and I was allowed to do anything I wanted-includinghaving a one-night stand with a person t
The Mafia's Captured Slave Can I stay the night
KYLEIhad to admit, I wasn't entirely sure what had come over me. I'd had many one- night stands in my life. In fact, it was my preferred way of doing things— get the girl in bed, have fun, then get away from her as fast as possible. Miss Shadows, on the other hand, had piqued my interest.I hadn't had any real expectations when I'd taken her up to the party upstairs, but seeing her reaction first to those who were enjoying each other, then seeing her in bed with me, sparked an interest in me that I had never experienced be- fore. I had no intention of committing to her or making any kind of promises that I would ever see her again, but I did wish to get to know her body a littlebetter and that wouldn't be possible if we stayed at the Gathering. There was a little voice inside my head that warned me to be careful taking any woman home, especially one like Emily. Not only did I feel a connection to her, but I could sense that she was feeling a connection to me.It had become easy for
The Mafia's Captured Slave Feel good
EMILYIwalked quickly and silently next to Kyle as we made our way through the hall. I wasn't sure how he knew the rooms in the house, but I trusted he knew what he was doing, and he wasn't going to take me anywhere I wouldn't feel safe. The rooms were all dark, with some dim lights lining the hallway.It was clear that, though there were many people in the room behind us, it wasn't entirely encouraged for people to be in these back rooms. I didn't even know for sure who owned the house, nor what their connection was to my sis- ter. For a moment, I hoped I wasn't doing anything that was going to get her in trouble. The feeling was a brief one, however, as Kyle kept his hand on my back, guiding me past room after room.The sounds that came from inside several dark corners revealed that we weren't the only two people to have this idea, but it was clear that Kyle didn't have any intention of exploring my body in the shadows of a doorway like some high- schooler. He wanted to take me some
The Mafia's Captured Slave Can't wait
KYLEIkept my palm on the small of Emily's back as we headed for the staircase, fresh drinks in hand. There were a few men and women scattered along the way- some engrossed in conversation, some busy watching the events on the dance floor.As for me, I had come to the conclusion that if you've seen the dance floor once, you've seen it a thousand times, and I felt I wasn't missing out on anything tak- ing her away from itI knew this was her first time at the Gathering, but Emily seemed to be enjoyingherself, in spite of the nerves she must be feeling. I had to hand it to her, shedid manage to fit in with the rest of the guests, though it was evident she hadn't done anything of this sort before. I could feel a slight tremble in each step she took as we mounted the stairs, and I added gentle pressure to my palm on her back. There was no doubt in my mind that she was going to be fun in bed, but Ididn't want her to feel nervous taking this next step in her night. She was sobeautiful,
The Mafia's Captured Slave Full of anticipation
EMILY"Please, call me Kyle."The man they'd introduced as Mr. Cunningham sat at the bar next to me, sip- ping on his whiskey and smiling at me as though I were the only girl in the room. Every now and then, he would turn his attention to the other guests, but I never felt like he was focusing on anything but our conversation."But that really is enough about me. I'd love to hear about you; I don't recall see-ing you here—or in any other club around here for that matter," he said, look-ing down at me as he lifted his glass to his lips and took a drink.I immediately felt flustered and began stumbling over my words. I had kept upmy sister's identity throughout the entire evening, but now that I was with aman who not only found me attractive, but didn't recognize me as my sister, I felt I had the opportunity to drop the act and tell him the truth."My name is Emily Shadows. I'm a model." So much for telling him the truth.Kyle looked at me for a moment with raised eyebrows, as thoug
