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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“Bella!”Carmen’s whisper yell snapped me out of my trance, and I flinched, my heart slamming against my ribs. My head whipped around as I scanned the classroom, half expecting someone else to have caught me slipping into my thoughts again.Carmen frowned. “What the hell? What’s wrong with you?”I let out a tired sigh and slumped forward, resting my head on my folded arms atop my desk. “Nothing.”Nothing.Except that my mind wouldn’t shut up. Except that I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Like a shadow, like a constant presence haunting the edges of my thoughts, refusing to leave. Vincent was everywhere.I squeezed my eyes shut. I need to stop this. I need to focus on school. I can’t keep getting distracted like this.Carmen wasn’t convinced. “It can’t be nothing. You’ve been spacing out all day, and you look worried. What’s bothering you?”I hesitated before muttering, “I’m fine. I’ve just been thinking, but it’s nothing serious.”Carmen stared at me blankly.“Do I look stupid
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VINCENTBullets gasped, his head lolling forward as sweat dripped from his temple. His breath came in ragged, wheezing bursts, his body trembling against the ropes cutting into his wrists.“I swear,” he choked out. “I told you everything!”I let out a slow chuckle, shaking my head. “Everything except the names I want.”His wide, bloodshot eyes darted around the dimly lit room, desperately searching for mercy where none existed. I watched him, my grip steady on the handle of the knife buried deep in his thigh.“Please…” His voice broke, thick with agony.I twisted the blade.His entire body jerked against the chair as an ear-splitting scream tore from his throat. His breath hitched in painful, shuddering sobs, his muscles spasming from the shock of it.“Begging?” I murmured, tilting my head. “That’s not going to get you anywhere.”“I don’t know!” he shrieked, his voice hoarse, raw.I sighed, feigning disappointment. “Guess I’ll have to jog your memory.”Without warning, I drove my fist
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BELLAI stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me with more force than necessary. My heart was pounding, my face burning, and I could still hear the distant hum of conversation from the dining room downstairs. How is she always so bitchy and annoying?I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as the image of Camilla’s smug little smile replayed in my head. Why was I feeling so angry? I wanted to rip that stupid, flirtatious grin right off her face.A frustrated groan tore from my throat, and I buried my face into my pillow. “I can’t believe I’m feeling this way over Vincent!” I shouted, my voice muffled by the fabric.This wasn’t me. I wasn’t the kind of girl who got worked up over a guy, especially not Vincent. And yet here I was, practically shaking with jealousy.My insides burned as I replayed the way she leaned in just too close, the way she had carelessly run her hands over his body and he let her.“Why did he have to bring her to dinner, of all things?” I mumb
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BELLA“Carmen, I swear I’ll murder you when I see you!” I groaned, dropping my pen and running a hand through my hair.This was harder than I thought. When the professor was teaching, it looked so easy, now it felt like I’d never seen it before in my life.“Why was I happy to go back to school again?” I muttered with a sigh.The weather was perfect, the scent of flowers drifted through the air, but none of it helped calm my nerves. Exams were less than two weeks away, and I’d barely covered half of what I needed to.Determined, I flipped to a fresh page in my jotter and tackled the same problem again.“Yes!” I exclaimed, victorious, as I wrote down the final answer.“That’s cute, but I have to be the bearer of bad news, your answer is wrong.”I gasped and whipped around.“Hey,” Lucas said, a small smile tugging at his lips.“You scared me!” I clutched my chest before narrowing my eyes. “What are you doing here? And what do you mean my answer is wrong?”“I was just passing by and saw y
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The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 65. The attack
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The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 64. Someone against him
VINCENTI held my shoes in one hand as I walked the shoreline, letting the breeze work through the mess in my head. In the distance, the bonfire still crackled, laughter and music echoing faintly. The party hadn’t slowed down, but I was long past the mood for it. I just needed out. Out of that room. Out of my head.The wind brushed through my hair and I sighed, letting the salt air wash over me. It didn’t fix anything, but it dulled the edges a little. I sank into the sand, elbows resting on my knees, staring out at the dark horizon. I wasn’t thinking but I wasn’t free of thought either. Just somewhere in between.“Didn’t think I’d see you out here again.”The voice was soft. I turned to see Ann, a few feet away, her sandals dangling from one hand, dress fluttering with the breeze.“Can’t believe you ditched an epic party just to come here and sit alone,” she said, dropping onto the sand beside me.I glanced over at her. “What are you doing here? Thought you’d be living it up.”She ga
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 63. Jealous?
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The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 62. Green
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The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 60. Beach resort
BELLA“Five more minutes,” I mumbled, curling deeper into the blanket as another gentle tap landed on my shoulder.“Princess, that’s the seventh time you’ve said that. Wake up, we’re here.” Vincent’s voice was soft, and coaxing, and I groaned, forcing my eyes open.“I thought you were excited to start our vacation?” he teased, tugging the blanket off me with a smirk.“I am but I’m also exhausted,” I muttered, rubbing my eyes.“I know, Princess. Come on.” Vincent took my hands, warm and steady, and pulled me up to my feet. My legs wobbled a bit, but he held me close, guiding me off the now-empty plane. Outside, the sun greeted us with a golden glow, and I spotted our guards already waiting with our luggage stacked neatly beside a sleek black car.I yawned again, and Vincent instinctively wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close. “You can go back to sleep when we get to the resort,” he whispered against my temple.But I shook my head. No way.How could I sleep now? I was finally
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 59. Her Truth
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The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 58. Picnic
BELLA“What do you want to do this weekend?” Carmen asked, sipping her smoothie through a neon pink straw.“Nothing,” I said flatly, digging my fork into the slice of chocolate cake on my tray. “I’m usually stuck at home, so I doubt this weekend’s gonna be any different. Plus, it’s still three days away.”The rich sweetness melted on my tongue, and I couldn’t help but hum in satisfaction. I took another bite, letting the sugar work its magic on my mood.“I know,” Carmen said, undeterred. “But I want us to do something together.”“Like what?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.“We’ll figure it out,” she said with a shrug. “I just want us to go out, do something fun. You know, exist outside of school for once.”I paused. She had a point. Since I got back, we’d only hung out between classes or during lunch. It wasn’t for lack of effort on her part, either Carmen had tried. I just didn’t know how to convince Vincent to let me out of the house for something as simple as hanging out.But things h
