All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Captive : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Kristoff"I'm disappointed in both of you. How on earth did this happen?" I probe the two figures passed out flat with the sole of my foot, swiping my eyes across the upturned contents of the little, offensive shack. I can't believe how anyone could live in such a deadbeat place, but it wasn't exactly surprising when it came to Patrick Williams. My lips curl as I take in the beautiful girl lying beside the stupid fuck, a thick cloth around her mouth and a pitch-black blindfold around her eyes.Who is she? Are they related?Nevermind. None of my business."I'm yet to receive an answer, boys."Peter, the most sensible fool I had placed in charge of the clowns who'd fucked everything up opens his mouth to say something, then close it right back. I feel my jaw tick. I have little patience. "Well, Sir. It wasn't our plan to make her unconscious. She walked in on us. We got scared.""You got scared?" I tilt my head to the side, suppressing a laugh. "What are you guys? Chickens? You two do k

TitaniaI squint in the room's dimness, still seeing nothing at all. The dangerous stranger's hand hovers mere centimetres away from my temple which is torn slightly open and bleeding, thanks to his con assistant. It takes seconds for my eyes to focus, but it seems like hours. My heart pounds at his words. His subtle threat in them.I move my hands over the broad, black expanse in front of me. It's solid, and well-built like a brick wall; the chest of a strong man. His abs are carved to perfection behind the dark suit jacket and the rest of his body ripped all the way down. I don't dare look up to see his shimmering blue eyes watching me intently. I've never been this close up with a man I don't know - not even the uncomfortable male customers at the café got this far into my personal space. The thought of that terrifies me. He's a stiff wall of muscle and he exudes raw, unfiltered power.Instinctively, I inhale, curious to know what he smells like. The smell of his aftershave is plea

KristoffIt's a quarter past nine when I get back to the mansion, upset and a bit drunk. After I had rallied a few men to try and get more information out of Patrick, and also task some secret spies with observing my insufferable uncle, I decide to pay my dearest step mom and brother a friendly visit.My father married Lucille shortly after my mother passed away. Lucille was her best friend and half sister, and had been shamelessly having an affair with father without mother knowing. When she finally found out, she filed for a divorce and months later, they were separated. In remorse, he cut off all ties with Lucille and tried to get back with mother but she was adamant on getting back together with him. Father never had a good grip on his anger. One thing led to another and he accidentally pushed mother down a flight of stairs in the middle of a heated argument, causing her skull to crack and she breathed her last on the spot.I was a little boy then so you could imagine the trauma I

Kristoff“Enough!” my vision goes blood red and everything changes at that moment. The glass in my hand shatters, and I feel the sharp shards cut through my palm, blood trickling out hurriedly, the liquor mixing with it, making it sting so much. She screams and jumps away from me, and I straighten calmly to go after her as she sprints down the hallway toward her room, barely looking back.I stalk after her, each steps thoughtful and deliberate – intense. I loathe her words. I loathe that she’s become my weakness. If she can insult my dear, deceased mother and is still breathing, then that shows I’ve gone soft. I hate that no matter what I can’t hurt her. I hate it.She lets out a strangled sound as she slips into her room. I jog a few meters and insert my foot in between just like I had done earlier, preventing her from slamming the door shut. This time around, she doesn’t struggle but backs away, stumbling over the edge of the bed and falling onto the sheets, her legs kicking at me w

KristoffTwenty minutes later, as I consult my watch impatiently, wondering if I should go up and get her myself, Titania strolls down the hallway into the living room. I see she's picked out a black, thin, spaghetti-strapped dress that stops just above her knee and cool wedge slippers. Her face is dry, but her lips are shimmering with gloss, her roundish head framed by her beautiful, black hair that she's tied back into a neat bun. It gets a little hard to sit still as I want to make her turn around so badly and get a good view of her arse, which I'm damn sure is barely hidden by the tight dress that accentuates her soft curves and tits. Even without the slightest makeup, she's still fucking gorgeous. Without even trying to impress me, she still has my cock in a chokehold.She shivers as my eyes roam down her tits to her knees, then back up to her face, a crooked smile working its way up my face. Ally comes out from the kitchen and wordlessly takes the tray of fruits I've barely touc