All Chapters of His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Balia slept with tears in her eyes. She had been so tired that she could barely remove her clothes right after, and when she woke up at midnight, she did the needful and threw on the tank top and shorts. It was far more comfortable than the outfit, even if it was tight.She had taken a seat by the window to think. But no tangible thoughts came in. No good thoughts, no positive thoughts. Just memories from her young days, when she used to live with her family before she was finally able to move out and find her place. She had to be harassed by perverts and married men who could not keep their eyes in one place.All her life, she had lived in misery. Having to deal with her brother, Luca, who had involved himself in illicit drug activities, had drained her of the money she had saved several times, and he always went back to the same thing. It was like he enjoyed ruining her. He always forgot that he had a sister, only remembering her when he got into a mess that could claim his life.Si

Balia's POVAs soon as he was done, I moved away from him with shaky legs. He didn't care if I orgasmed or not. He was a selfish man, only pursuing his own. I wished there was a way I could kill him while he was still in climax. I heard that men were the weakest at those times.But there was no way in hell I could do it. Not when Tina was around the corner. Not when his house was surrounded by guards and locked up from the inside out.My dress lay in a pile close to the bed, and I rushed towards it, picking it up as I hurried towards the bathroom. Tears flowed down my cheek as I closed the door behind me and rested my back against the door.Pushing my fist into my mouth, tears ran down my cheek. I tried hard to control my sobs from pouring out, but it was close to impossible. I couldn't. My body shook as I cried and cursed the day I decided to work at that club.I knew he had left from the sound of his door banging, and that was when the tension left my body. I stood weakly, supportin

Most dresses had price tags that would have sent her bailing out of the boutique when she stepped in with her four-figure account.But Senna didn't seem bothered about it. He had made himself comfortable by sitting on one of the pristine white couches in the room and was back to looking at his phone.The attendant was friendly to Balia, so she could freely say anything."Don't you think this is too expensive? Four hundred and fifty dollars for this dress that's as light as polystyrene?" Balia asked as she held up a black, thin, chiffon dress.Jessica laughed. "I understand what you mean," Then she glanced back at Senna. "Your boyfriend seems more than able to take care of the bills. He wouldn't have brought you here if he didn't." "He's not my boyfriend," Balia said immediately."Oh," Jessica said awkwardly. They were both silent for a while before Balia's eyes caught a burgundy dress on a hanger. She knew she wasn't supposed to get ahead of herself, but she couldn't ignore this dres

Downsides of Austerity.Her question slightly amused Senna. He had forgotten that she wasn't used to luxury and niceties. How in the hell had he thought she was used to it anyway? She was a mere club girl, probably making a living from her salary from working shifts at his club. He wondered if he had made a mistake by bringing her here.But he was a patient man. He sighed and placed his card in the space before him. "Anything you want to have here tastes good. They don't make bad food except for broccoli, which they didn't make. I'd suggest that you try out the pasta and chicken spare ribs. You can have pork or lamb meat if you want to try something new because I am sure you're used to eating chicken."She frowned slightly at him but said nothing. Nodding, she picked up her card. She read through. "Quick lamb Ragù and Hearty lamb Ragù with rigatoni. What's the difference?"Senna sighed. He wasn't patient enough to answer her questions, but they were in a public place. Not yet he care

Balia's POVWhatever happened didn't matter. I was tipsy, but I knew what I was doing. It was the same me but bolder.Cinzia stared at me like she wanted to eat me alive, but did I care? No. My eyes were probably deceiving me.She broke into a broad smile that was too fake. "It's fine, Senna," She said in the sweetest, chirpiest voice as she ran her fingers down his arms. "She has every right to be mad. I'll see you around soon?"He nodded. "Yeah, sure. We'll catch up later."I watched as she walked away from us, sashaying her waist and reveling in the suggestive gazes she was getting from men and women alike.I disliked her.That word was too subtle. Too soft. I needed something strong.I despised her.There was something about people who had money and privilege that made them such stuck-up snobs who looked down on others. Always I was not too fond of it. Especially at the club where you had to smile at women who were rude to you so you could keep your job. Or the women who depended