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The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 75. Her conflicted heart
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The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 74. His conflicted heart
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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
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 72. Troubled heart
BELLA “What’s your schedule like today?” I asked, voice soft as we lay tangled in each other beneath the warm sheets. My head rested on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “I’ve got a pretty busy day,” Vincent murmured, fingers absentmindedly weaving through my curls. “Need to check on a few shipments, then some back-to-back meetings. Why? Are you thinking of stealing me away?” I smiled, savoring the warmth of his touch. “I was planning to take you out, just something simple. But it can wait. Work’s important.” His hand paused, and then he shifted slightly, guiding me gently until I was straddling his waist. His eyes searched mine as he cradled my face in his hands. “What did you just say?” he asked, voice low but curious. “I said I wanted to take you out. Nothing fancy, just us. But, it’s okay, we can do it another day.” A spark lit up in his eyes, and he looked at me like I’d just handed him the stars. “You want to take me out on a date?” he repe
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BELLA“So relaxing,” I mumbled, running the towel over my dripping hair, the warmth of the steam still clinging to my skin.“Beautiful.”The word was soft, almost a whisper but it jolted me like a slap. I gasped and jumped back, clutching my chest, heart hammering.“When did you get in?” I asked, eyes wide as Vincent stepped forward, casually picking up the towel I’d dropped.He chuckled, the sound low and teasing. “I’ve been here for a while. Had the best view in the house. Worth every second.”His gaze dragged over me like a slow caress, and I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks despite the towel wrapped snugly around me.“Pervert,” I muttered, trying to hide the fluster in my voice. “What are you doing here?”Vincent stopped just inches from me, his expression unreadable for a moment before softening into something warm. He lifted the smaller towel and began patting my damp hair with surprising gentleness.“Why wouldn’t I be here?” he murmured, fingers threading lightly through m
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 70. The spy
BELLA“Look at you! You look so amazing!” Carmen squealed, yanking me into one of her signature bear hugs.“Wait a minute…” She pulled back and sniffed the air. “Is that a new perfume I smell? Girl! I swear, I need to find a man. You’re out here glowing like the main character.”“Stop it,” I said, laughing. “I look the same as I did the last time you saw me. If anything, I got darker from all that sun.”Carmen gasped, clutching her chest like I just offended her entire lineage.“This is you darker? Please. You’re glowing so hard it’s blinding. My poor eyes,” she said, shielding her face dramatically.I laughed and grabbed her arm. “Stop being so dramatic. Have You seen yourself?.”“Yes but you're gorgeous. And you need to tell me how you met Vincent, so I can go hang out wherever that was and get me a man just like him.” She gave me a knowing side-eye.I rolled mine. “As if you don’t reject every single man that so much as breathes in your direction.”“Not my fault they don’t meet the
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 69. One at night
VINCENT“Did you have fun?” I asked as we walked into her room, our hands still intertwined. She was practically draped over me, her body leaning against mine like she had no intention of holding herself up anymore. But I didn’t mind. I loved the weight of her. The way her warmth pressed into me.She let out a soft laugh. “Do you even have to ask? I had so much fun. Especially when you almost got lost. The look on your face was priceless.”I groaned dramatically. “Oh, so that’s what we’re doing now?”She smirked.“Because if we’re roasting each other, let’s not forget your face when you saw that sculpture of the naked man,” I said, already laughing at the memory. “You looked like your brain short-circuited.”She gasped and smacked my chest. “Vincent!”I looked down and caught the pink rising to her cheeks as she tried to hide her face. The sight made something warm settle in my chest.“You’re blushing,” I said with a grin, pulling her in front of me. My hands came up to gently cup her
