All Chapters of Kidnapped By The Mafia King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

—Tristan— Eleanor was everything I’d hoped for and so much more. A queen in my game of chess, indeed. Noble and proud like a queen and arrogant and spoiled like one too. She made me want to break her. I emptied my scotch and hit the bar. Jerry refilled my glass. The whores had gathered at the other end of the bar as far away from me as possible. As usual. “She’s so beautiful,” the whore who had brought Ellie clothes said to the others. She was. Ellie was a masterpiece, almost too beautiful. I drank another scotch, considering returning to the basement, to Ellie. Whatever you take, it’ll always be less than what he would have gotten. You will have to settle for the consolation prize. Her words were an insistent pounding in the back of my head. And fuck, I knew she was right. Taking from Ellie what I wanted wouldn’t feel like a victory. There was no challenge in doing so. She was weaker and at my mercy. I slammed the glass down on the c

—Ellie— After Tristan killed his man and the blood spilled all over me, I don't know what happened after that. I wasn't even sure what day it was, whether it was the same day or it was possible that I was drugged and days had passed. Being a mafia princess we're raised to know that getting kidnapped by one of our enemies is always a possibility but of course nothing is done to prepare us, we aren't taught how to fight or defend ourselves because the men believe that they will be able to protect us come what may. It's because of that hubris that I'm in this situation right now. My uncle Salvador he's the leader of our family and he's the one that arranged my marriage to Drake, saying that he would protect me. A lot of good that did right? I was on vacation and I still fell right into the hands of our number one enemy, Tristan Russo. We've always had a fragile peace with the Russo's, but at least there was peace, but then my uncle got greedy and for the past year, he's been encroac

—Tristan— I left the room and went downstairs to the game room, the pizzas had arrived so I grabbed one for Eleanor and went back upstairs to her room. This time when I entered, she was in the bed and he didn't even look up to acknowledge my presence. She had the silver nightgown in her hands and she looked at it like it was a funeral wreath or something like that. “What if I refuse to wear it?” She asked me. “It's completely your choice, I'd never force you. But you could either wear the night gown or be completely naked, I'm good either way, your blood would still look the same to me.” I tell her with a smile on my face. A shiver rippled through her body and she let the gown drop to the floor. I walked closer to her and dropped the pizza box on the nightstand. “Here,I got you a pizza, you need to eat something. You haven't had anything for more than a day.” I tell her and the way she looks at the box, I expect her to throw it away, like my mother did to my father to punis

—Tristan— After dropping Ellie back in her room and making sure I lock the door because I'm tired of hearing Damian's constant complaints about her bumping into Kate, he treats his wife like she's glass. I get that she's been through a lot but she's stronger than he knows. It's been days since I trained and I was just about to start when Kate stormed into the game room with Damian right behind her trying to stop her but she fought out of his grasp and came straight for me. I knew what was about to happen and I held onto her hands because I knew she was about to slap me and she and I both knew that there was no way I would let that stand. A second later, I felt a steel grip on my shoulder and I turned around and saw Damian. “Let go of her now.” He said, my brother had never talked to me like that before, hell we had never fought before, he was my brother and I would lay down my life for him, we had never had a reason to fight or be at odds but Kate could very well be that reaso

—Ellie— There wasn’t a clock anywhere in the room, but it must have been early afternoon by now. Except for the cold pizza and the tap water, I hadn’t had anything to eat or drink. Maybe this was another part of Tristan’s game. The sound of knocking followed by the lock being turned made me face the door. I winced at the dull pain in my forearm. A teenage boy in fight shorts and a T-shirt stepped into my room. He had slightly longer curly brown hair and was lean but muscled. “Hey,” he said hesitantly, brown eyes kind. “Tristan sent me to get you.” I didn’t move from my spot at the window. “What are you, his servant?” The boy smiled an unguarded, honest smile. A smile few could afford in our circles. “I’m his youngest brother, but that’s as good as the same in Tristan’s eyes.” He opened the door wider and gestured for me to walk through. I wondered what he would do if I refused to follow him. He was taller than me and definit