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27. The aftermath
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The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 28. Accepting
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
Last Updated : 2025-03-08The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 29. My woman
BELLA “Why can’t we just grab drinks from the vending machine?” I whined as Carmen dragged me across the street toward the little café opposite our school.“Because I’m not in the mood for watered-down soda, and this is the first time we’re moving around without your nannies breathing down our necks,” she shot back, barely slowing her pace.I huffed but couldn’t help laughing. “I thought you liked them? I distinctly remember you saying they were hot.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her.Carmen scoffed. “That was before I realized they were total creeps.”She had a point. When the guards first drove me to school and didn’t follow me inside, I was shocked. At first, I assumed they had stepped out for coffee or something, but then the entire day passed, and they only reappeared when it was time to pick me up.I asked about it, and the response was even more surprising. “Don has asked us to withdraw from guarding you in the school. He said it was not necessary.”I had no idea why he did that,
Last Updated : 2025-03-09The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 30. Undercover (1)
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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THIRD POVThe party was amazing. The view was breathtaking, the ocean shimmering under the moonlight, and for the first time, Bella truly understood what it felt like to be under a sky full of stars in the middle of the ocean.She closed her eyes, letting the music pulse through her and the soothing scent of the ocean invade her senses. It felt serene.These were the kinds of nights she wanted to remember forever. The feeling was comforting and it almost felt like a dream.“I’ve always wanted to come to a yacht party,” she murmured to herself, smiling.With a contented sigh, Bella pulled out her phone, determined to capture the moment. She snapped a few pictures before switching to Snapchat.“Carmen will be so jealous,” she giggled, making silly faces as she recorded videos.But then, Bella froze. A man with a cold, unreadable expression stared straight into the camera, his dark eyes locking onto hers. A shiver ran down her spine and a deep sense of unease twisted in her gut.Slowly,
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THIRD POVBella was drowning in guilt. It clawed at her, suffocating her with every second that passed.This was her fault.Tears streamed down her face as she looked at Vincent, her heart-shattering at the sight before her. He was taking it all for her. And she hated it.“Look at you,” Bullet sneered, his laughter sharp and cruel as he drove a knife into Vincent’s arm right where he had been shot before.Bella choked on a sob, her body trembling as she watched the blade sink in, blood seeping through his already torn shirt. But Vincent didn’t flinch.His jaw clenched, his muscles tensed, but he gave Bullet nothing. No reaction. Just a deadly, silent glare.And that only seemed to amuse Bullet more.The bastard was enjoying this.Bella’s stomach twisted as she watched them beat and torture Vincent. Fists crashed against his body, his blood staining the floor beneath him, and yet he didn’t break.Bullet smirked, gripping Vincent’s jaw with bruising force. “Look at you, hanging here lik
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BELLAI couldn’t take my eyes off Vincent.The entire car ride, I stayed glued to him, my gaze tracing over every bruise, every cut, every sign of the pain he endured. He knew this wasn’t like me worrying and hovering but he didn’t say anything.By the time we pulled up to the mansion, the doctor was already waiting, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave his side. Not while he was still at risk.Not when I knew he was hurt because of me.He could have run. He could have saved himself. But instead, he came back for me. He took every punch, every blow, just to make sure I was safe. And that knowledge sat heavy on my chest, making it harder to breathe.Now, the room was empty. Just the two of us.I balanced two steaming bowls of soup on my lap, carefully bringing a spoon to his lips. Vincent gave me a confused look, his brow slightly furrowed.“Eat,” I said softly. “You can’t strain your arm.”His lips parted slightly as if he wanted to argue, but instead, he nodded. Without another word,
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BELLA“Please…” I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper.“Touch me. Spank me. Use me to do whatever you want but don’t leave me like this.” My body trembled, aching for relief as I looked up at him through hooded eyes.Vincent tilted his head, a slow, knowing smirk curling at his lips. “Where’s the fun in that, Princess?” His voice was low, dark, teasing.“If I give it to you so easily, you won’t value it.” He leaned in, his breath ghosting over my skin. “Show me how much you want it.”I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling as I fought against the need clawing through me. “I want you. I need you. Please… just touch me.” My voice was thick with desperation, pleasure pooling behind my ribs.Vincent’s eyes darkened as he crawled onto the bed, slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking his prey.“How badly do you need me, Princess?” he murmured, his fingers grazing the bare skin of my arm, sending shivers across my body. “Tell me where you want me.”My breath hitched as I watc
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BELLA“Please…” I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper.“Touch me. Spank me. Use me to do whatever you want but don’t leave me like this.” My body trembled, aching for relief as I looked up at him through hooded eyes.Vincent tilted his head, a slow, knowing smirk curling at his lips. “Where’s the fun in that, Princess?” His voice was low, dark, teasing.“If I give it to you so easily, you won’t value it.” He leaned in, his breath ghosting over my skin. “Show me how much you want it.”I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling as I fought against the need clawing through me. “I want you. I need you. Please… just touch me.” My voice was thick with desperation, pleasure pooling behind my ribs.Vincent’s eyes darkened as he crawled onto the bed, slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking his prey.“How badly do you need me, Princess?” he murmured, his fingers grazing the bare skin of my arm, sending shivers across my body. “Tell me where you want me.”My breath hitched as I watc
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BELLAI couldn’t take my eyes off Vincent.The entire car ride, I stayed glued to him, my gaze tracing over every bruise, every cut, every sign of the pain he endured. He knew this wasn’t like me worrying and hovering but he didn’t say anything.By the time we pulled up to the mansion, the doctor was already waiting, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave his side. Not while he was still at risk.Not when I knew he was hurt because of me.He could have run. He could have saved himself. But instead, he came back for me. He took every punch, every blow, just to make sure I was safe. And that knowledge sat heavy on my chest, making it harder to breathe.Now, the room was empty. Just the two of us.I balanced two steaming bowls of soup on my lap, carefully bringing a spoon to his lips. Vincent gave me a confused look, his brow slightly furrowed.“Eat,” I said softly. “You can’t strain your arm.”His lips parted slightly as if he wanted to argue, but instead, he nodded. Without another word,
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THIRD POVBella was drowning in guilt. It clawed at her, suffocating her with every second that passed.This was her fault.Tears streamed down her face as she looked at Vincent, her heart-shattering at the sight before her. He was taking it all for her. And she hated it.“Look at you,” Bullet sneered, his laughter sharp and cruel as he drove a knife into Vincent’s arm right where he had been shot before.Bella choked on a sob, her body trembling as she watched the blade sink in, blood seeping through his already torn shirt. But Vincent didn’t flinch.His jaw clenched, his muscles tensed, but he gave Bullet nothing. No reaction. Just a deadly, silent glare.And that only seemed to amuse Bullet more.The bastard was enjoying this.Bella’s stomach twisted as she watched them beat and torture Vincent. Fists crashed against his body, his blood staining the floor beneath him, and yet he didn’t break.Bullet smirked, gripping Vincent’s jaw with bruising force. “Look at you, hanging here lik
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 32. Caught
THIRD POVThe party was amazing. The view was breathtaking, the ocean shimmering under the moonlight, and for the first time, Bella truly understood what it felt like to be under a sky full of stars in the middle of the ocean.She closed her eyes, letting the music pulse through her and the soothing scent of the ocean invade her senses. It felt serene.These were the kinds of nights she wanted to remember forever. The feeling was comforting and it almost felt like a dream.“I’ve always wanted to come to a yacht party,” she murmured to herself, smiling.With a contented sigh, Bella pulled out her phone, determined to capture the moment. She snapped a few pictures before switching to Snapchat.“Carmen will be so jealous,” she giggled, making silly faces as she recorded videos.But then, Bella froze. A man with a cold, unreadable expression stared straight into the camera, his dark eyes locking onto hers. A shiver ran down her spine and a deep sense of unease twisted in her gut.Slowly,
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 31. Undercover (2)
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
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 30. Undercover (1)
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
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 29. My woman
BELLA “Why can’t we just grab drinks from the vending machine?” I whined as Carmen dragged me across the street toward the little café opposite our school.“Because I’m not in the mood for watered-down soda, and this is the first time we’re moving around without your nannies breathing down our necks,” she shot back, barely slowing her pace.I huffed but couldn’t help laughing. “I thought you liked them? I distinctly remember you saying they were hot.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her.Carmen scoffed. “That was before I realized they were total creeps.”She had a point. When the guards first drove me to school and didn’t follow me inside, I was shocked. At first, I assumed they had stepped out for coffee or something, but then the entire day passed, and they only reappeared when it was time to pick me up.I asked about it, and the response was even more surprising. “Don has asked us to withdraw from guarding you in the school. He said it was not necessary.”I had no idea why he did that,
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 28. Accepting
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
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 27. The aftermath
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
