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66. At the beach
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The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 67. Transfer of aggression
BELLAI don’t understand what’s happening. One minute we’re fine, and the next he’s cold, like I suddenly became a stranger. I told myself I wouldn’t let it get to me, that I’d be unbothered, but the truth is it hurts. And I’m tired of pretending it doesn’t.My eyes followed him as he stood a few feet away, speaking into his phone in low, clipped tones. His brow was furrowed, jaw clenched, the way it always is when he’s deep into work mode. I could tell it was serious but that didn’t make the ache in my chest any easier to ignore.“Trouble in paradise?” a voice whispered close to my ear.I turned and found Miguel standing there, he flashed a lazy smile before dropping down beside me onto the warm sand.“Hey you,” I muttered, forcing a smile.“It’s good to see you out here. You vanished on me last night.” His tone was light, but his eyes scanned me like he was looking for cracks.I sighed. I wasn’t in the mood for banter, especially not now. I just needed air, maybe even a moment to cr
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BELLAVincent stood frozen, his eyes locked on mine, wide with guilt and disbelief. I didn’t bother hiding the fury burning inside me. Disappointment twisted in my chest as I pushed myself off the ground and walked away without a word.Footsteps echoed behind me.“Bella,” he called softly.“Bella!” he said louder this time, desperation lacing his voice.I scoffed but kept walking, making my way toward the hotel’s entrance. The elevator doors slid open and I stepped in. He followed, slipping in just before they closed. I was grateful for the two strangers riding with us, it kept him from trying anything.The second the elevator dinged at our floor, I bolted out like the walls were closing in.“Bella, just let me explain,” he pleaded, reaching out to grab my hand.“Don’t fucking touch me!” I snapped, yanking my hand away as if his touch burned me.“It was a mistake. You know I’d never do that to you,” he called after me, but I didn’t slow down. I shoved the hotel room door open and walk
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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
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 68. A tour around
BELLAVincent stood frozen, his eyes locked on mine, wide with guilt and disbelief. I didn’t bother hiding the fury burning inside me. Disappointment twisted in my chest as I pushed myself off the ground and walked away without a word.Footsteps echoed behind me.“Bella,” he called softly.“Bella!” he said louder this time, desperation lacing his voice.I scoffed but kept walking, making my way toward the hotel’s entrance. The elevator doors slid open and I stepped in. He followed, slipping in just before they closed. I was grateful for the two strangers riding with us, it kept him from trying anything.The second the elevator dinged at our floor, I bolted out like the walls were closing in.“Bella, just let me explain,” he pleaded, reaching out to grab my hand.“Don’t fucking touch me!” I snapped, yanking my hand away as if his touch burned me.“It was a mistake. You know I’d never do that to you,” he called after me, but I didn’t slow down. I shoved the hotel room door open and walk
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 67. Transfer of aggression
BELLAI don’t understand what’s happening. One minute we’re fine, and the next he’s cold, like I suddenly became a stranger. I told myself I wouldn’t let it get to me, that I’d be unbothered, but the truth is it hurts. And I’m tired of pretending it doesn’t.My eyes followed him as he stood a few feet away, speaking into his phone in low, clipped tones. His brow was furrowed, jaw clenched, the way it always is when he’s deep into work mode. I could tell it was serious but that didn’t make the ache in my chest any easier to ignore.“Trouble in paradise?” a voice whispered close to my ear.I turned and found Miguel standing there, he flashed a lazy smile before dropping down beside me onto the warm sand.“Hey you,” I muttered, forcing a smile.“It’s good to see you out here. You vanished on me last night.” His tone was light, but his eyes scanned me like he was looking for cracks.I sighed. I wasn’t in the mood for banter, especially not now. I just needed air, maybe even a moment to cr
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 66. At the beach
BELLATo say I was shocked to see Vincent would be an understatement. My heart lurched as fear surged through me, and my phone slipped from my hands, hitting the floor with a soft thud.How long had he been standing there?Did he hear anything?I forced myself to breathe, my fingers trembling slightly as I looked up. His face was unreadable, with that calm aura surrounding him.“Are you okay?” Vincent asked, his tone gentle. I nearly exhaled in relief. There was no anger or suspicion. That was a good sign.“You scared me,” I said, trying to sound casual as I crouched to pick up my phone. “What are you doing here?”“I was just passing by and thought I’d check on you. What was that all about?” he asked, eyes narrowing just a fraction.I avoided his gaze. “How did you even get in here? I know I locked the door. And I told you last time to stop sneaking up on me.”“I didn’t sneak,” he said smoothly. “Your door was open. I got worried.”Open? My stomach sank. How could I have forgotten?“W
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 65. The attack
VINCENTAnn sat trembling on the cold floor, blood trickling down her forehead as her shaky hands tried to stop the bleeding. Her wide, terrified eyes met mine, and I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief.She thought she could come at me alone? Couldn’t even hold her balance, and yet she thought she could take me down? The audacity.“Care to explain why you drugged me and tried to stab me?” My voice was low, but every word hit like a slap. I watched her flinch, her breath hitching as fear took full control.I crouched, the metal of my gun cold against her skin as I pressed it to her forehead. “I don’t have all night. Talk or I’ll blow your fucking brains out.”She whimpered, shrinking away, her back hitting the wall with a soft thud.“Who sent you? Why use that weak-ass drug on me? Did you really think it would work on me? Did you even bother to do your homework before walking into the lion’s den?” I leaned in closer, and her entire body trembled.“I…I’m sorry! Just let me go, please
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
VINCENTThe whiskey burned as I gulped it down, but the sting barely registered. My mind was too consumed by Bella. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. Watching her laugh and lean in, being all touchy with Miguel, made the air feel colder. Every giggle, every playful nudge, felt like a dagger to my chest.I had told myself I wouldn’t care. But why the hell did it feel like a goddamn firestorm every time I saw her so free with him?Frustration clawed at me. I threw my empty glass down on the bar, the sound sharp.“Get me a glass of your strongest drink.” My voice was tense, almost dangerous. The bartender looked at me, a brow raised in silent question.“Are you sure you can handle it?” he asked.I scoffed, letting the annoyance bubble up. “Make it two,” I snapped, not even caring how it sounded. Not when Bella was over there, laughing like I didn’t exist.Did she forget I was here as well? I felt like picking Miguel up and throwing him in the fucking ocean.The bartender didn’t argu
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 61. Two can
BELLAWe finished eating in complete silence. Not a word from Vincent. He didn’t need to say anything. I could feel the anger coming off him in waves.I was frustrated. And not because I cared, because I didn’t. Or at least I told myself that. His silence crawled under my skin and wormed its way into my thoughts. It irritated me how much it bothered me. Why did I care if he was pissed? Why did it matter if he wanted to act like a brooding asshole?He wasn’t my friend. He wasn’t anything. I hated him. I hate Vincent. He could drop dead and I wouldn’t flinch.By the time we got to my room, my patience had worn thin. I huffed. “Goodnight,” I muttered, not even sparing him a glance before I shoved the door open, stepped inside, and slammed it shut behind me.The moment I was alone, I exhaled sharply and dropped onto my bed, limbs heavy with tension.Of course, that peace didn’t last. My phone lit up, buzzing against the sheets. I frowned and grabbed it, flipping the screen toward me.Who
