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The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 9. His second in command
VINCENTThat was exhilarating.Watching her squirm beneath me sent a thrill through my veins and gave me a high I never knew I needed. Every second of being in complete control, of bending her to my will was intoxicating.She was different and disobedient. No one had ever dared to defy me, let alone look me in the eye and throw my authority back in my face. I was used to unwavering obedience, to people trembling at my presence, their fear settling in before I even uttered a word.But her? She wasn’t afraid. And the defiance she displayed was foreign, so infuriating and it only made me want to break her even more.I smirked, the memory replaying in my mind like a song on repeat. She had always been bold, unafraid to speak her mind even when she knew I could make her disappear with a mere snap of my fingers.She was something else.The way she had crumbled beneath me was intoxicating. At first, she fought, stubborn as ever. But the moment she started shaking, begging, her body betraying
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BELLAI know I’ve said this a million times already, but I’m so over this.Tired of being locked up. Tired of staring at the same four walls like some caged animal. Tired of not feeling the sun on my skin, not meeting people who could hold a decent conversation.And, God help me, I was tired of wearing the same damn clothes every single day.Vincent dared to snatch me from my life, but he couldn’t even let me have a decent wardrobe. All I had were the pajamas he “graciously” took from his maids and the gown I was wearing the day he kidnapped me. It was insulting. A girl needs options! If I was going to be held hostage, I should at least get to look good while suffering.I flopped onto my bed with a dramatic sigh. “I’m a lady, for goodness’ sake! How am I supposed to survive without my necessities?”If Vincent was going to keep me here indefinitely, he could at least have the decency to take me back to my house so I could grab my things. My shirt and pants, my dresses, hell, even my pa
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BELLAA gasp escaped my slightly parted lips as his hands glided over my back, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down my spine.It was electric, almost magical the way his fingers brushed my skin before carefully pulling up the zipper of my gown. Our eyes remained locked in the mirror and suddenly, the air between us felt charged, humming with untamed energy.“Beautiful,” Vincent murmured, his deep, husky voice rolling over me like a velvet caress.I couldn’t disagree. The gown hugged my body in all the right places, making me feel like someone entirely new, someone powerful, elegant, and untouchable. Yet, standing this close to him, I felt anything but untouchable.Then, he stepped closer, pressing his body against mine.My breath hitched, my pulse hammering wildly in my chest as our eyes held each other in a heated exchange. His gaze darkened, his pupils dilating as something unspoken flickered across his face, something raw, something dangerous.I barely had time to react be
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VINCENT“I asked a fucking question. What the hell happened here?” My voice was like ice, slicing through the thick tension that hung in the air.The gathered guards visibly flinched, their shoulders stiff, their faces pale with barely concealed fear. They looked like frightened prey, their eyes darting between each other in silent panic, none of them daring to step forward.My glare hardened. The longer they stayed quiet, the more my patience thinned.“Will you speak,” I hissed through gritted teeth, “or do I have to make you bleed it out?”The threat lingered in the air, heavy and suffocating.Before anyone could answer, the front doors swung open and Bianchi stepped out, his presence thick with danger.The guards quietly stepped out of the way as he walked as he walked toward me. His aura was dark and heavy with an unspoken lethal promise, yet his expression remained eerily calm. Too calm.“What is this?” My voice was low, laced with a cold fury that sent another visible shudder th
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BELLAWhat did he think I was? A fucking hand trophy? A pretty little ornament to dangle on his arm while he paraded around, soaking up attention?Then why the hell bring me to a party if I wasn’t even allowed to enjoy it? To laugh, to drink, to actually exist?Vincent had been dragging me around all night, dictating every move like I was some wind-up doll designed to nod, smile, and obey. And the worst part? I was still smiling, that sweet, practiced expression stretched across my face like a mask, hiding the irritation clawing at my insides.Why was I even humoring him? The bastard had made it clear. Be polite. Stay close. Like I was a damn child who needed supervision.My fingers itched to peel away from his grip, to vanish into the crowd and remind him that I wasn’t something to be kept.He was talking to a man about something related to a contract and I groaned at the back of my mind as I listened to the same boring business talk over and over again.Why can’t they talk about som
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BELLA The fear rolled off him in waves. He yanked his hand from mine, making a desperate run for it. But he never stood a chance, Vincent was on him in an instant. The sharp crack of a slap echoed through the space, followed by a grunt of pain. Before he could recover, Vincent’s fist connected with the same cheek, harder this time. A sickening crunch followed. Raymond stumbled from the impact, his face contorted in agony, but the coward in him saw an opening and he bolted. Too bad for him, Vincent was faster. I took off after them, my pulse racing as we all burst into the gala hall. The moment we crossed the threshold, Vincent snatched him by the collar and yanked him backward with so much force that he hit the floor with a brutal thud. Gasps rippled through the elegantly dressed crowd, but nobody moved to stop what was unfolding before them. Vincent didn’t hesitate. He straddled Raymond, his fist crashing down, again and again, each blow fueled by righteous fury. Blood splatte
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THIRD POV The door flew open, slamming against the wall with a loud bang, and Bella yanked at the chain binding her wrists. The cold metal bit into her already raw skin, but she didn’t care. “You asshole! Get me out of this shit!” she snarled, her voice dripping with rage. A maid stepped into the room, unaffected by Bella’s fury. She barely reacted, only blinking before setting a tray down at the foot of the bed. Then, without a word, she approached Bella. Bella’s face burned with embarrassment. As if it wasn’t enough that Vincent had left her looking like she’d just been fucked, now he dared to send a maid to witness her naked and chained like some helpless prisoner? Her anger surged. “What are you doing here? Why did that bastard send you?” she growled, tugging violently against the restraints. The maid remained calm, pulling a small key from her pocket. “Please stop struggling, ma’am, or you’ll hurt yourself. I’m here to free you.” Bella stilled, breathing heavily, wat
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THIRD POV“Don, keep your eyes open. Don’t fucking close them!” Bianchi’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp with desperation as he slammed his foot on the gas. The tires screeched against the pavement, the city lights blurring into streaks of neon as they tore through the streets. He had been in situations like this before, but this was different.Vincent was shot. Vincent.The man Bianchi thought was untouchable, unstoppable, invincible.His hands clenched the steering wheel so tightly. He risked another glance at Vincent, but the sight nearly sent his stomach plummeting. Blood seeped through his jacket, spreading and soaking the fabric until it clung to his body like a second skin. His normally sharp, defiant eyes were half-lidded, his head tilted slightly, as if sleep was winning the battle he barely seemed to fight.“Vincent, keep your goddamn eyes open!” Bianchi barked again, his voice cracking with urgency. But Vincent didn’t react.Didn’t even flinch.His breathing was shallow
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The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 77. Fooled all along
BELLAI gasped as the men’s bodies hit the ground.Blood pooled beneath them, thick and dark, and my stomach twisted violently. I tore my gaze away, but the image had already burned itself into my mind.When I turned, it felt like the earth itself tilted beneath me.Vincent stood there, eyes blazing with such fury it was as if he could kill me with a look alone.He did this.He killed them.My blood ran cold. My heart pounded so hard it hurt.Why was he here?Had he found out? Had my secret finally been exposed?His entire body screamed bloody murder. There was no mercy written on his face, only a terrifying promise that he wouldn’t spare me.But how? How did he know?Did he follow me?Why today, of all days?Vincent hadn’t kept tabs on me for a long time. He had let me go so why did he follow me today of all days?The closer he came, the closer death seemed to creep up behind me.Santiago wasn’t faring any better. Even though he masked it well, I could feel the crackling tension, the
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 76. The physical wound
VINCENTMy eyes were glued to her every movement and every smile. I watched from the confines of my car window like I was on the outside of a world I used to belong to. My fists curled tight in my lap, nails digging into my palms as I watched her laugh like nothing ever happened. Like she didn’t leave a storm behind.There she was, chatting away in the cafeteria, carefree and unbothered, while I sat there drowning in anger and betrayal. I wanted to march in there and shake the truth out of her. To make her see the mess she created.Why?Was I not enough?Was my kindness not enough?Did I commit a crime by helping her?What did I do to deserve this betrayal?How do you look someone in the eye and feed them lies with the same lips that once said thank you?What stung the most wasn’t just the betrayal, it was the performance. The way she played me like I was just some pawn in a game she was playing with Santiago. And worst of all? I let her.“Don.”Bianchi’s voice pulled me from the spir
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 75. Her conflicted heart
BELLA“What is happening?” I muttered into the darkness, my voice barely a whisper against the quiet hum of the night.“I thought we were past this… why is he still avoiding me?” My fingers gripped the edge of the blanket tighter as I stared up at the ceiling. “It’s like he doesn’t even want to see me anymore, and it’s not making sense. We were just on a date yesterday so what the hell changed?”There was no one to answer, no voice to ease the storm in my mind. I’d been lying here for over an hour, tossing, and turning, hoping sleep would come and wash him out of my thoughts but it was no use. Vincent was everywhere.His face. His voice. The way he looked at me like I was more than just another girl passing through his world.We were happy on that date. I remember the way his eyes lingered on me, the way he smiled genuinely, like the world wasn’t such a cruel place anymore.And then, just like that, everything shifted. Since that night, he’s been distant. Like I’m some stranger who me
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 74. His conflicted heart
VINCENT“Good morning, Don. Hope you had a pleasant night,” Bianchi said, and I gave him an annoyed look.“What is it this time around?” I asked, drained. I just wanted some time alone to think.“Someone’s grumpy,” Bianchi grinned, and I rolled my eyes.“Last night I hacked into her phone, and it’s amusing how she foolishly left everything there. She didn’t even bother to delete their messages,” Bianchi said, and I sighed as I looked up at him.“I’m actually surprised you didn’t call me because I already sent it to you,” he added, glancing at my phone that sat untouched on the desk. I hadn’t looked at it since last night.I wasn’t in the mood to deal with anything. My heart felt heavy, and there was still that lingering anger and irritation. Notifications kept popping up, but I ignored them. I was afraid of what I might do if I gave in to the rage, afraid of how far I’d go, especially when the person who hurt me was probably out there lounging without a care in the world.“I was too b
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
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 71. Guilt
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
