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The Mafia's Captured Slave Doesn't deserve to live
Third person's pov ::Six months later:Harold's age: 16Within six months Helen built a committee for a drug free society and saving girls from being trafficked. There weren't many people in her committee yet, but she was still appointing men and women for this committee."Ma'am there's shortage of money." Mr Davidson reasoned out."Sell the shares to those Brazilians, which they were yearning for. But with the double price." Helen said while massaging her temple."But ma'am, those shares are important for our own company and--""Mr Davidson, just do what I say." Helen knew it was a huge loss for her company but she didn't care about it.Mr Davidson nodded and walked away.She has bought a small two story building for this committee to run. She has appointed around eighty armed men and some spies who are already on their work. She has appointed forty women too.So the first trip was on, she has already sent the first group to Italy to save those girls."We want victory!!" Was the wor
Last Updated : 2024-01-20The Mafia's Captured Slave Couldn't save her
Third person's pov ::Harold's age: 16"Are you the one behind all of this??" Marcel blazed in anger."Behind what??" Helen smirked in return.There were infront of the seashore, facing each other. The water waves moving up and down, wild and free. They were times when they used to visit this place everyday back then when Harold was a kid. A wave of nostalgia swept over Helen while entering the place. The three of them, a perfect happy family. But now it was shattered, everything was ruined."Don't play dumb, Helen!!" He growled."Yes, it was me." Helen smirked in challenging way. "I abducted those girls from your lair and even the white powders." She clicked her tongue. "Even Diego is dead now." She gave him a pity look."You!!!" Marcel's nostrils flared in intense rage as he took a step forward to harm her."Don't you dare!" Helen glared as she held her palm out."A single step forward and my men, who are standing above the building will shoot you." Marcel looked up at the building
Last Updated : 2024-01-21The Mafia's Captured Slave A,symbol of weakness
Harold's age: 17HAROLDThe cold breeze brushed past me, sending a shiver down my spine. I stood there coldly staring ahead of me at my mother's graveyard.Rest. In. Peace.Helen KingstonA mother, daughter and savior. Known for her kindness and humble nature.A woman of words. May her soul rest in peace.Was engraved on her stone and I felt numb.....the extreme agony just made me numb. The one question was still bothering my mind.Why??Why did dad-- Marcel Dèlacourt kill my mother and why was mom's name written as Kingston instead of Delacourt.I wanted answers but I didn't want to ask questions with anyone.Even I was in fault, I couldn't save her. She died in front of my eye sight and I couldn't do anything to save her.Everyone in here thought that it was the fire accident that killed my mom but no one knew the real reason behind my mother's ash turned body.(The song above, do listen to it.)A girl was singing infront of my mother's grave. And I felt like dead man, staring blank
Last Updated : 2024-01-22The Mafia's Captured Slave He isn't a bad guy
Present::NAOM I"Then what happened?" I was curious to know more.I even had tears in my eyes, how can someone suffer so much in their life, his own father killed his own mother. How brutal?? And I thought of him so wrong."It was hard for him to cope up with his mother's death, he almost died of a nightmare. For weeks I had to stay with him so that he would not harm himself. Partially he blamed himself for her death, because the murder happened right infront of his eyes..." he sighed."Then what happened to his singing career?" My whole body was turned to Dylan, listening intently to what he would say next.Dylan exhaled and shrugged as his lips twitched downwards."The company was Helen ma'am dream and the committee was her true identity, how could he let go of that? So, he kept his singing dream inside the four walls of his bedroom and let his mother's dream and identity fly up.... you know he promised Helen ma'am, that one day he'll become a great singer but he couldn't keep upt
Last Updated : 2024-01-23The Mafia's Captured Slave Am still your boss
HAROLDI placed a flower on my mother's grave and sat there staring at my mother's tomb.I'll never let you down mom..You will always shine like a bright star..I stood up and marched towards my car and inside the passenger seat.This morning I reached Hawaii from Washington and I was a little tired after the continous meeting I had to handle."Where to go king?" Mr Clark, my driver asked."SDC!!"He gave me a single nod and started driving and after half an hour of peaceful drive I reached my office. I looked up at the skyscrapers and a small smile touched my lips.I walked inside and all my employees greeted me and in return I could only give them a nod.Eventually I reached my cabin and I removed my coat before placing it on the chair. I looked down from my cabin through the glass wall, at the sea, my mother's favorite place and there are way more than many memories attached to this place. The water was gushing up at the seashore reminding me of some of my beautiful memories fixed
Last Updated : 2024-01-24The Mafia's Captured Slave Save me
NAOMIAsshole!!Butthead!!!I was just being nice to him and yet he had to test my patience. Stupid Kingston.Ughhh..I groaned and pulled my hair in frustration. God!!! Gotta be nice to him because he's still my boss.But how can he assume things.Me having crush on that void piece of wood.Never ever..What does he thinks of himself??Jerk."Do not have a crush on me because I'm a very busy man." I imitated his British accenty words with a nasty face.Why the hell would I have a crush on him?Cool down!! Take deep breaths...123..123...He's my boss and I gotta be nice to him.He has already suffered a lot in his life and I should not be a torment to him.He was just joking, just take it lightly....I'm fine. He's my boss. Smile.And finally a smile was on my lips because he asked me to call him Harold. Instead of Mr Kingston or king or sir.A creepy smile formed on my lips.Maybe he's having a crush on me..And blaming me of having a crush on him. Narcissistic fool.I climbed on my b
Last Updated : 2024-01-25The Mafia's Captured Slave Sick and in pain
HAROLDWhy does Dylan enters on such a wrong time??Goddammit!!!I quickly took a shower as I was drenched because of Miss Nolan. Like gravely!! Did Miss Nolan really pull me into the pond.But it was enjoyable, I enjoyed it.I keep laughing and smiling a lot around her. Because she is that funny like those idiotic clowns.I marched out of my room and sauntered in to my home office. And there he was, Dylan. With a smirk curling up his lips.I walked in while he sat there staring at me with a smirk. I walked towards my file shelf and took a file before opening it but still I could feel his eyes boring holes onto my head. I was glancing down at my file when I asked,"What??!" I closed the file and turned around to face him."Oh nothing!!" He waved a dismissive hand while chuckling.I shook my head in dismay as I knew what he was pondering about."Look there's--" I was interrupted."How was your pond time with Naomi, king??" His smirk deepend."Sorry for the interruption." He wrinkled hi
Last Updated : 2024-02-01The Mafia's Captured Slave Friends now
NAOMI Did he really agree to stay??!!He pulled the chair from the study table and dragged it towards my bed and halted before sitting on it. And here I was smiling like a creep at him.Keep your smile together, girl!!!He sat across me and I didn't know what to talk. Just staring at each other won't help, right? But what to do??!! Let me just start a conversation."Thank God, you came to check up on me or I would have died out of hunger...uhu..uhu.." I coughed and sniffled as my throat and nose were itching.Like seriously!!! Since yesterday night I wasn't feeling well, yesterday night I had a bad head ache followed by a mild fever. And today morning it was worst, my fever, headache, throat pain and many more sky rocketed as I could not even get up from my bed. As well as I did not even eat or drink anything since morning. I never expected Harold to come and check on me but I'm glad he did. He just saved me from dying.. that's all I have to say."How are you feeling now?" He asked.
Last Updated : 2024-02-02
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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
