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23. An eye for an eye
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BELLAI still couldn’t believe it.Even as I sat in the car, my neatly packed bag resting on my lap, it felt surreal.I was really going back to school. Today is the day.I exhaled slowly, my fingers gripping the strap of my bag a little tighter.“Are you sure you packed everything? You didn’t forget anything, right?”Vincent’s voice pulled me from my thoughts, and when I turned to meet his gaze, I found his sharp eyes watching me closely.Why was he doing this?“Yes, I did,” I answered, trying to keep my voice steady. “Thanks to you, I got the timetable and everything else.”He nodded, but his expression remained unreadable.I hesitated.There was something I wanted to ask him, but after everything he had already done for me, I wasn’t sure if he’d agree. Still, I had to try.“Can I ask you for a little favor?” I finally said, my fingers fiddling with the hem of my sleeve to keep my nerves in check.Vincent’s head tilted slightly. “Go ahead.”I swallowed. “Can you ask the guards to st
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BELLACarmen.“How long has it been since I last saw her?” I mumbled.I had disappeared without a word, not because I wanted to, but because I couldn’t bring myself to pile my problems onto her. She was my only friend, and I had abandoned her.“Carmen!” I yelled, spotting her across the hallway. Before she could react, I ran up and pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly, as if that alone could make up for my absence.She stiffened in my arms, unmoving. My smile faltered, but I refused to let go. I had missed her too much.“Get off me.”Her voice was dry, emotionless. It stung more than I expected.I released her slowly, searching her face for something but all I saw was indifference. No relief, no warmth. Just ice.“Carmen, I missed you,” I said, my voice softer now.She scoffed. Then she turned away and started walking, her steps sharp, heels stomping against the floor. She was angry. I couldn’t blame her.“Carmen, I’m sorry!” I called out, weaving through the sea of students in
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BELLAThe guards dragged me back to the mansion, but my heart had already made a run for it. Fear gripped me so tightly I could barely breathe. There was no doubt in my mind that they had already filled Vincent in on what happened or at least their version of it. They’d say I tried to escape, and even though that wasn’t the truth, how could I possibly convince him otherwise when I had run from the guards?“Don is waiting for you,” one of the guards said, nodding toward the door.I swallowed hard. My legs felt like lead, but I had no choice. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open and stepped inside.Silence.A silence so thick, so unnatural, it sent a chill racing down my spine. My gaze snapped forward, and there he was.Vincent.He was sitting in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, but his entire body was rigid, his fingers gripping the armrest like he was seconds away from snapping it in half. His aura had shifted completely, gone was the controlled, charming man I had s
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VINCENTWhy couldn’t she just fucking listen? All she had to do was obey, but no, she had to push, to test me, to defy me.And now look where that got her.I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. I never wanted to lose control, but she drove me there. Even then, I knew when to stop. If I hadn’t, she would have passed out.I leaned against the wall, the distant sound of her ragged sobs filtering through the closed door. My jaw clenched.I should probably get her out now.Pushing off the wall, I stepped back into the dimly lit room. The scent of sweat and faint traces of blood lingered in the air. She was curled up, her body trembling with each broken sob, tear-streaked cheeks glowing under the faint light. The red welts and fading handprints on her pale skin stood out like battle scars.She noticed my presence and lifted her head, her eyes burning with venom as she glared at me. Pure, unfiltered hatred.I ignored it. I reached for her wrists, unclasping the cuffs from the chain
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BELLAIt took me days to heal completely from the pain Vincent had put me through, and the worst part was that the bastard had refused to show himself before me again.I didn’t want to see him, but it was still infuriating that he hadn’t come to apologize. Not a single word. Not even a damn message.I went back to school on the third day, and things were far from normal. The guards were watching me like a hawk. All previous agreements had been dissolved, and I was back to being a prisoner.I hated how they shadowed my every move, their eyes scanning the halls, ensuring I didn’t step a foot out of line. It made my blood boil.And Vincent? He had been gone for the past week. At first, I thought he was avoiding me, but then I realized I hadn’t heard his voice in the mansion. Not once.No sign of him coming or going. No distant murmurs of his presence. Nothing.That only meant one thing. “He had traveled and left me here, caged like a damn bird.” I scoffed.My chest burned with frustrati
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BELLAThe ride back to the mansion was quiet. I had brushed off Vincent’s arm when I got into the car, putting as much space between us as possible. Now, I sat with my body pressed against the door, staring out the window, stewing.Why had he suddenly come back? And why did he show up at my school like that? Fighting for me, of all things?He doesn’t care about me. Hell, he was a bigger bully than Daniel, so why did he interfere? And then to call me his woman?Was he claiming me? Like I was some possession that belonged to him? The thought made my blood boil.I hadn’t even gotten to tell Carmen goodbye, all because he dragged me away. I had wanted to spend a little more time with her before being locked inside that hellhole for the next two days.Leave it to Vincent to ruin my plans.And where had he even been all this time?The car rolled to a stop. A guard opened the door for him first, and he stepped out without a word. Then he turned to me, extending his hand.I shot him a glare b
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VINCENTI don’t take betrayal lightly. Everyone knows that.But it seems I’ve been too lenient, too merciful. And now, some bastards have mistaken that for weakness.That was my mistake.And I intend to correct it.“Are you sure he’s going to be there, Bianchi?” My voice was calm, but the weight behind it was anything but.Bianchi gave a slow nod. “Yes, Don. It’s been confirmed, that’s his hideout. But he’s smart and sneaky. No one who gets too close ever makes it out alive.”A cruel smirk tugged at my lips.“Then I’ll just have to deal with him myself.”My voice was ice cold.Because if there’s one thing they should have learned by now, It’s that no one betrays me and lives to tell the tale.“Except for that one bastard.” My mind added.If he thought he could betray me and hide behind his so-called protection, he was dead wrong.I would rip his cover open. And burn them all.“This is his picture, Don.”Bianchi handed me a photograph. One look and a slow smirk curled at my lips.“Bull
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The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 53. Big changes
VINCENT“Vincent!”The front door slammed open, and Bella’s excited voice rang through the house.“Vincent!”I barely had time to register the sound of her rushing footsteps before she appeared in the living room, practically bouncing with excitement.“I’m right here, Princess. You don’t have to scream my ears off,” I said lazily from my place on the couch.She didn’t care.With a bright grin, she launched herself onto the couch beside me, her energy filling the entire room.“Dramatic much?” I smirked, setting my phone aside. “Welcome back.”“You won’t believe what happened in school today!” she blurted out, eyes shining.I chuckled. It had been a week since she’d fully come back to being her usual, talkative self since things had gone back to normal. And honestly? I had missed this.“Stop staring and guess!” Bella nudged me, her expectant gaze locked onto mine.“You know I’m terrible at guessing,” I said, shaking my head. “Just tell me.”She huffed dramatically. “Fine, old man.”I sh
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 52. Her silence
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The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 51. Her Vow
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THIRD POVSantiago’s jaw was clenched so tight it felt like it might snap. His fists curled at his sides as he paced the length of his office, his mind spiraling with anger. Vincent had stood right in his own home, his own territory, and dared to threaten him like he was nothing more than a disgusting street rat. The audacity of it burned in his chest like wildfire.The door to his office swung open, and he halted mid-step. His head snapped toward the intruder with a deep scowl on his face.Nathan stepped in, bowing slightly before straightening. “Boss,” he said, his voice calm despite the tension thick in the air. “What are you going to do now that Vincent knows about your plan to use Bella? He didn’t even seem fazed when he found out she went through his phone. It makes me wonder if there was anything valuable in there to begin with. What’s our next move?”Santiago’s frown deepened. Nathan had just voiced the very thoughts gnawing at his mind, but if there was one thing Santiago pri
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 49. Gone too far
VINCENT“Don! Wake up!”I felt hands gripping my shoulders, shaking me with a force that rattled my bones. A groan slipped past my lips as I weakly swatted them away.“Don! Vincent!”The voice cut through my drowsiness like a blade. It was familiar, urgent.“Bianchi?” I cracked one eye open, my vision blurring before slowly sharpening to the sight of my right-hand man hovering over me.My head pounded like a drum, heavy and sluggish as if my brain had been stuffed with cotton. I felt like I’d been hit by a truck.“If you weren’t breathing, I would’ve assumed you were dead,” Bianchi muttered, scanning me with wary eyes. “What the hell happened?”I yawned, stretching out my stiff limbs before dragging myself up to rest against the headboard. “What are you doing here?” My voice came out rough, hoarse.“I’ve been calling your phone for hours no answer. I asked the guards if you’d stepped out, and they said you hadn’t left your room all day.”I frowned. “All day? Stop being dramatic, Bianc
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The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 47. Serving him breakfast
VINCENTSantiago chuckled, the sound low and mocking as he stirred his soup slowly. His indifference only fueled my rage.“You always did enjoy being dramatic Vincent,” he mused, lifting the spoon to his lips. “Tell me, did you rehearse that little entrance, or does your anger just make you naturally a comedian?”I slammed my fist against the table, rattling his bowl and making a few people glance our way. He didn’t even flinch. If anything, he looked mildly entertained.“Don’t test me, Santiago.” My voice was filled with warning. “You think you can use that bastard as a shield? That you can hide behind that flimsy excuse of a father and walk away unscathed?” I leaned in, my voice a low snarl. “You don’t get to slip away this time, I know your fucking plans and I suggest you drop it.”Santiago sighed as if I were an annoying child rather than a man ready to rip his throat out. He dabbed the corner of his mouth with a napkin before meeting my glare with a smirk.“And what exactly do yo
