All Chapters of His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Placido knew when to act right, and it was mostly when Senna was around. His boss didn't have the time for small talk or the sort. All he wanted was for you to go to the fucking point.Placido nodded immediately and led Senna toward the small room adjoining the larger one. It was dark and musty, mostly used to store stuff, but she was here now, blindfolded and hands and feet tied to a metal chair with jute ropes.Senna smiled, and Placido came over with a revolver in his hand. He was about to hand it over to Senna, who glared at him."You're here again," Amanda began in a light tone. It infuriated him that she could keep her cool no matter the odds. It reminded Senna of himself. "Senna fucking Black. Ironically, you would want to kill me yourself.""Indeed," Senna replied coolly and walked over to her. He pushed the blindfold from her face, revealing her gray orbs. Those were the eyes she had used to capture him. Those eyes and that body.Fucking snake, he thought to himself. He had h

Balia's POVI was standing before him now, and his fingers were tightly wrapped around my arm. My cheeks were streaked with tears, but he didn't seem to care."What did you do today?" He asked as he released me from his hold. I staggered back in relief and watched as he took out a cigarette pack from his pocket. He pulled it open and slipped one out, lighting it up with a metal lighter he produced from his pocket."Nothing of much importance," I replied while rubbing my arms. Why did he care what I did today anyway?He scoffed and leaned against my window, dragging for a while before he inhaled and puffed out its content. "You know, I had a shitty day today.""I don't see how that is any of my business." I blurted out before I could even weigh my words.My eyes fleeted towards him to see that he was smiling. Something definitely felt strange about his smile. "I never said it was any of your business." "So why are you here?" I asked as I walked towards him, wondering where this bold

By the time Balia was all dressed up, it was already six in the evening.She stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror, staring at her dress. It was an off-the-shoulder gown with a plunging neckline and a bare back. The lady suggested wearing a thong to make her underwear less visible.She stood four inches taller than her average height, her hair bouncing over her shoulders in fat beach curls. Her makeup was dark and smoky, giving the impression of a woman with an air of darkness around her.Balia wasn't sure she liked this. As beautiful as she looked tonight, she preferred curling up in bed and watching a movie or reading a book.Her dress was smoothed over by the lady whom she later discovered her name was Melinda."You look gorgeous tonight," She said as she placed her hands on Balia's shoulders. "Let's see if he gets moved by you for real."Balia wasn't interested in any of that. As far as she was concerned, all she wanted was for the night to end as fast as possible. She wanted t

"You smell so nice," Smith whispered against Balia's neck as he kicked his door shut. He hadn't even waited for them to get into his suit. His hands were already groping her body as he searched for a zipper or something to aid him in taking it off."You're going to rip my dress off!" Balia said with a laugh and stepped away from him. Her hand went behind her back, and she pulled the strings. "See? As easy as anything.""I would have gotten you a new dress tomorrow if that was what you were avoiding," he said as he walked towards the table where a decanter of brandy sat.Balia smiled and clutched her dress to her chest. She walked over to where he stood, holding a cup to her. She took it from his hand and took a huge gulp.Her attraction for him was fading, and she had no idea why. She suddenly felt uncomfortable. Was she a whore to have followed him in here and let him take off her dress?All she needed to get this night over with was a drink. If she were slightly drunk, it would be o

Senna was standing in a dark room, groans spilling from the corner when he got a text message.He took off his gloves and tossed them to the side before slipping his phone out of his pocket. It was from his driver, and he wondered what was wrong this time.Driver: Sir, she's gone.Senna turned to Placido. "You know what to do with him, right? I must leave now.""Senna!" Smith cried as he struggled to be free from his seat. "Don't fucking do this to me. Please! Can we at least talk?"Senna paused, his hand on the doorknob before he turned to look at Smith. "There's nothing to talk about."With those words, he exited the room and immediately dialed his driver's number."What the fuck are you talking about?""Sh-she said she wanted to ease herself as she had been holding it in for a long time. I swear, I didn't want to stop, but she looked really pressed, so I just let her—""Before you were employed, didn't you tell me you were good at reading people? Why weren't you able to apply it wh