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The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 15. The set up
THIRD POV The door flew open, slamming against the wall with a loud bang, and Bella yanked at the chain binding her wrists. The cold metal bit into her already raw skin, but she didn’t care. “You asshole! Get me out of this shit!” she snarled, her voice dripping with rage. A maid stepped into the room, unaffected by Bella’s fury. She barely reacted, only blinking before setting a tray down at the foot of the bed. Then, without a word, she approached Bella. Bella’s face burned with embarrassment. As if it wasn’t enough that Vincent had left her looking like she’d just been fucked, now he dared to send a maid to witness her naked and chained like some helpless prisoner? Her anger surged. “What are you doing here? Why did that bastard send you?” she growled, tugging violently against the restraints. The maid remained calm, pulling a small key from her pocket. “Please stop struggling, ma’am, or you’ll hurt yourself. I’m here to free you.” Bella stilled, breathing heavily, wat
Last Updated : 2025-02-22The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 16. The other side of Bella
THIRD POV“Don, keep your eyes open. Don’t fucking close them!” Bianchi’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp with desperation as he slammed his foot on the gas. The tires screeched against the pavement, the city lights blurring into streaks of neon as they tore through the streets. He had been in situations like this before, but this was different.Vincent was shot. Vincent.The man Bianchi thought was untouchable, unstoppable, invincible.His hands clenched the steering wheel so tightly. He risked another glance at Vincent, but the sight nearly sent his stomach plummeting. Blood seeped through his jacket, spreading and soaking the fabric until it clung to his body like a second skin. His normally sharp, defiant eyes were half-lidded, his head tilted slightly, as if sleep was winning the battle he barely seemed to fight.“Vincent, keep your goddamn eyes open!” Bianchi barked again, his voice cracking with urgency. But Vincent didn’t react.Didn’t even flinch.His breathing was shallow
Last Updated : 2025-02-23The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 17. The shocking side of Vincent
VINCENT POVI let out a low chuckle, wincing slightly as the movement pulled at my freshly stitched wound. “So you do care, after all,” I teased, my voice laced with amusement.Bianchi scoffed. “Care? Please. I’m just looking out for myself. If you kick the bucket, guess who has to clean up the mess? Spoiler alert, it’s me, and I’m not interested.”I smirked as I tilted my head slightly. “You sure? You’d make a decent boss, Bianchi.”“Absolutely not,” Bianchi deadpanned. “I enjoy my life. I like my tailored suits without bullet holes. I like sleeping without one eye open. And most importantly, I like drinking my whiskey without wondering if it’s been poisoned.”I chuckled again, shaking my head. This argument with Bianchi never gets old.“Do I need to remind you that you are my second in command and you are already in danger?.”“Yeah, yeah.” He said dismissively.Bianchi leaned forward, his tone shifting to something more serious. “But in all honesty, we can’t let something like last
Last Updated : 2025-02-24The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 18. Seeing his dark side
BELLA“I’m going crazy,” I mumbled, kicking my feet against the mattress in frustration.None of this makes sense. I must be losing my mind. How does a man go from being the most insufferable human on the planet to someone… nice?Vincent was rude. Vincent was mean. Vincent had the patience of a malfunctioning time bomb and the arrogance of a king who conquered a kingdom just to burn it down for fun. That was the Vincent I knew, the one I tolerated at best and loathed.“So why, in the name of all things logical, was he being sweet earlier?”I groaned, rolling onto my stomach and burying my face in my pillow before mumbling into the fabric, “Is he possessed? Is there such a thing as a nice ghost?”Then I scoffed. Who was I kidding? Even a ghost would take one look at his body and decide, Yeah, no thanks. Not worth the trouble.Vincent was a walking disaster, a wrecking ball that had single-handedly turned my already messed up life upside down. Kidnapping me, dragging me into his stupid
Last Updated : 2025-02-26The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 19. Find her
THIRD POV“I want a clean job, Bianchi. Hit hard and fast. Take our best men and get me that bastard, there shouldn’t be any mistakes.” Vincent said through gritted teeth, his voice laced with barely contained fury.His body burned with rage, and the only thing that could satiate it was the blood of the fool who dared to strike at him once again using underhanded tactics.“I must show him what happens when he crosses me,” Vincent continued, his fists clenching at his sides. “I’ve been too lenient. He needs to learn… no, he will learn that I will always be above him.”Bianchi gave a sharp nod. “He messed with the wrong man, Don. I’ll drag him here myself.”Without another word, Bianchi turned on his heel and strode out of Vincent’s office, his expression set in stone. Downstairs, a dozen of their best men were already waiting, weapons checked, eyes sharp.Bianchi smirked as he surveyed them. “Hello, boys. Ready to have some fun?”“Yes, sir!” they answered in unison, excitement cracklin
Last Updated : 2025-02-27The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 20. The caller
BELLA POVCould my life get any worse?Probably. I am the most unfortunate human to ever walk the earth so, I’d rather not find out.As much as I hated to admit it, I was settling into a routine at this house, this miserable, suffocating place that I refused to call home.Every day had started to blur together. Breakfast with Vincent, a walk around the estate, movies, overthinking, plotting ways to escape, and doom-scrolling through social media to watch other people live the life I wanted. A pathetic existence, really.The real shock, though? Vincent gave me back my phone.That alone was suspicious enough, but even weirder was the way he had changed. Gone was the arrogant, overbearing version of him I had grown used to. Now, he spoke to me like I was fragile like I mattered. And I hated that it confused me. It made me question everything.Still, there was another problem, he was barely around anymore.“Where the hell does he keep disappearing to?” I muttered, flipping onto my stomach
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BELLA POVA knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. I had been lost in my head ever since I ended the call with my father, running through every possible way I could convince Vincent to let me leave. Meeting my father felt like an impossible dream, but I had to try.The door creaked open, and Alessia stepped inside, as composed as ever in her neatly pressed uniform.“Good evening, ma’am. Don has asked you to join him for dinner.”My heart lifted at her words. Finally, a chance to talk to Vincent. I must find the right moment to bring it up. Hopefully, he is still nice.“Thanks, Alessia. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”She nodded politely and slipped out, closing the door behind her.I hurried to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed cool water onto my face. My hands gripped the sink as I looked up at my reflection.I looked better.Healthier.My skin had a glow that wasn’t there before, and the exhaustion that once weighed down my face had faded. Whether it was the ex
Last Updated : 2025-03-01The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 22. Her plan to be his downfall
BELLA’s POV“If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be here anymore. I’d still be rotting away in jail, and you… you’d continue to suffer in ignorance.”“I can’t believe this!” I exclaimed, my voice shaking.I really couldn’t believe it. All this time, I had blamed my dad for abandoning me, convinced he had chosen to walk away from my life. But the truth was far worse. He had been suffering while I resented him. I had let Vincent manipulate me into hating the only real family I had left.I felt so stupid.Vincent had played me like a fool. He had wrecked my life, stolen my trust, and as if that wasn’t enough, he had tried to kill my father.He was a monster.“I know this is a lot to take in,” my father said gently. “But it’s the truth. If not for Santiago, I would have died in that prison.”That name. Santiago. It sent a jolt through me. Why does that name sound so familiar?“Do I know him?” I asked, frowning. “The name, it feels like I’ve heard it before. And how did he do it? How did he
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The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 81. His stance
VINCENT“You can’t seriously be considering this, right?” Bianchi’s voice cut through the silence like a blade, his eyes locked on mine with a mixture of disbelief and fury.I let out a long, weary sigh, dragging a hand down my face. I was tired, tired of thinking, tired of feeling, tired of the war inside my head.“You have got to be kidding me,” he snapped, stepping closer. “After everything that’s happened, after what she did, you really believe that child is yours? She’s been working with Santiago. Santiago!” he exclaimed.“How the hell can you be sure they haven’t been screwing behind your back the entire time?”His words were sharp, like shards of glass, cutting through my thoughts with brutal precision.“She’s a liar,” he continued, voice rising with frustration. “You know that. Even if she is pregnant, that doesn’t make it your problem. Just because you slept with her doesn’t make you the damn father.”I stared at the floor, jaw clenched. Every word he said echoed the fears I
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 80. She’s pregnant
BELLAA searing cold shock slammed into my chest and I gasped, the scream catching in my throat as the freezing water drenched me in an instant. My body jerked forward, but the ropes bit deeper into my wrists and ankles, holding me firm against the wooden chair. My heart was beating rapidly, my breath coming in sharp pants, teeth chattering before I could even open my eyes.“What the hell!” I rasped, voice hoarse and shaking. Water clung to my lashes, and when I blinked it away, Santiago stood there calmly staring at me, like he hadn’t just dumped a bucket of ice water on me like I was some prisoner of war.His dark eyes flicked over me, with annoyance in them. “Time to wake up, Bella.”I glared at him, hatred burning in every part of my body. “You could’ve just said my name.”He crouched in front of me, the corner of his mouth twitching. “You don’t get comfort anymore. You lost that privilege the second you allowed Vincent to find out our plan. You failed and now you will spend the r
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 79. Still putting her first
VINCENT“You cannot be fucking serious,” Bianchi growled, pacing furiously across my office.“This is madness! And I swear to God, I won’t let you take one goddamn step out of this house, over my dead body!” he ranted, voice sharp and wild. “I’m not about to stand here and watch you throw your life away for some pathetic betrayer.”I sat back, silently watching him storm across the room, my fingers pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration. His yelling unnerved me but I let him speak. I always had. Bianchi had earned the right to say whatever the hell he wanted, even if every word right now felt like a knife.He turned back to me, eyes blazing. “Do you even realize what would’ve happened if we hadn’t caught onto her little scheme? She would’ve handed you over to Santiago like a lamb to slaughter! She would’ve let you die, and not lost a single fucking tear over it.”His voice cracked slightly, thick with rage and something else, something that almost sounded like fear.“She doesn’
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 78. Her golden mistake
BELLAI opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the thick, suffocating darkness. Pain shot through my skull like a bolt of lightning and I gasped, my whole head throbbing as if it were on fire.A broken whimper escaped me as I tried to lift my hand to touch it but nothing happened.I yanked harder and that was when I realized that I was bound.Panic bloomed, fast and wild, as my heart slammed against my chest. I twisted, feeling the ropes digging into my wrists and ankles. My feet were trapped too, and when I tried to scream, it came out in a pathetic, muffled sound.Something rough and tight gagged my mouth, sealing any cry for help in my throat.I was completely trapped.My breaths came out ragged and shallow, as the reality of my situation sank in. That bastard Santiago had tied me down like an animal.The air around me was foul. The stench clawed at my nose, the disgusting smell of rot and something metallic. It made my stomach twist violently, and I had to choke back the urge to
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 77. Fooled all along
BELLAI gasped as the men’s bodies hit the ground.Blood pooled beneath them, thick and dark, and my stomach twisted violently. I tore my gaze away, but the image had already burned itself into my mind.When I turned, it felt like the earth itself tilted beneath me.Vincent stood there, eyes blazing with such fury it was as if he could kill me with a look alone.He did this.He killed them.My blood ran cold. My heart pounded so hard it hurt.Why was he here?Had he found out? Had my secret finally been exposed?His entire body screamed bloody murder. There was no mercy written on his face, only a terrifying promise that he wouldn’t spare me.But how? How did he know?Did he follow me?Why today, of all days?Vincent hadn’t kept tabs on me for a long time. He had let me go so why did he follow me today of all days?The closer he came, the closer death seemed to creep up behind me.Santiago wasn’t faring any better. Even though he masked it well, I could feel the crackling tension, the
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 76. The physical wound
VINCENTMy eyes were glued to her every movement and every smile. I watched from the confines of my car window like I was on the outside of a world I used to belong to. My fists curled tight in my lap, nails digging into my palms as I watched her laugh like nothing ever happened. Like she didn’t leave a storm behind.There she was, chatting away in the cafeteria, carefree and unbothered, while I sat there drowning in anger and betrayal. I wanted to march in there and shake the truth out of her. To make her see the mess she created.Why?Was I not enough?Was my kindness not enough?Did I commit a crime by helping her?What did I do to deserve this betrayal?How do you look someone in the eye and feed them lies with the same lips that once said thank you?What stung the most wasn’t just the betrayal, it was the performance. The way she played me like I was just some pawn in a game she was playing with Santiago. And worst of all? I let her.“Don.”Bianchi’s voice pulled me from the spir
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 75. Her conflicted heart
BELLA“What is happening?” I muttered into the darkness, my voice barely a whisper against the quiet hum of the night.“I thought we were past this… why is he still avoiding me?” My fingers gripped the edge of the blanket tighter as I stared up at the ceiling. “It’s like he doesn’t even want to see me anymore, and it’s not making sense. We were just on a date yesterday so what the hell changed?”There was no one to answer, no voice to ease the storm in my mind. I’d been lying here for over an hour, tossing, and turning, hoping sleep would come and wash him out of my thoughts but it was no use. Vincent was everywhere.His face. His voice. The way he looked at me like I was more than just another girl passing through his world.We were happy on that date. I remember the way his eyes lingered on me, the way he smiled genuinely, like the world wasn’t such a cruel place anymore.And then, just like that, everything shifted. Since that night, he’s been distant. Like I’m some stranger who me
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 74. His conflicted heart
VINCENT“Good morning, Don. Hope you had a pleasant night,” Bianchi said, and I gave him an annoyed look.“What is it this time around?” I asked, drained. I just wanted some time alone to think.“Someone’s grumpy,” Bianchi grinned, and I rolled my eyes.“Last night I hacked into her phone, and it’s amusing how she foolishly left everything there. She didn’t even bother to delete their messages,” Bianchi said, and I sighed as I looked up at him.“I’m actually surprised you didn’t call me because I already sent it to you,” he added, glancing at my phone that sat untouched on the desk. I hadn’t looked at it since last night.I wasn’t in the mood to deal with anything. My heart felt heavy, and there was still that lingering anger and irritation. Notifications kept popping up, but I ignored them. I was afraid of what I might do if I gave in to the rage, afraid of how far I’d go, especially when the person who hurt me was probably out there lounging without a care in the world.“I was too b
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 73. Lies
VINCENT“This better be important, Bianchi,” I snapped as I shut the door behind me, the weight of the moment I just left still clinging to my skin like perfume. I stalked toward my desk, fingers itching to be anywhere but in this room. “You dragged me away from something important.”“By important do you mean your little date with Bella?” he asked, bitterness laced in every syllable.The edge in his voice made me pause. Just slightly. But I didn’t appreciate the tone.“What’s with the attitude?” I asked coldly. “I get that you don’t like her, but what I do in my free time is none of your business, Bianchi. You interrupted a moment I’ll never get back.”He gave me a flat, unimpressed look. “Were you about to fuck her?”I scoffed, leaning against the edge of my desk with my arms crossed. “No.”“Good.” He tossed a manila envelope onto my desk. “Because that would’ve been the biggest mistake of your life. And possibly your one-way ticket straight to hell.”My stomach tightened. I didn’t m
