All Chapters of His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

SENNAJason Smith was seated before me in the confines of my study. I had made it this way so we could have our privacy. There weren't any cameras here, and I had assured him of that.Leaning my elbows against my table, I stared at him and watched his expression before speaking. "I know you don't know what happened in the past few days." He nodded. "All of my belongings have been confiscated, so I don't know what's happening apart from the sun rising and setting." "Good. My warehouse has been under attack, and with each passing day, a newer one is attacked." Jason went still, then he blinked and shook his head. Confusion. "Uh-uhm, I'm sorry about that." "I did not ask you here for your sympathy," I replied and leaned back against my swivel chair before giving him a scrutinizing gaze. "I asked you here because I believe there's something you know and are not choosing to tell me." Jason sat up immediately and shook his head. "I already told you. There's nothing else

Balia was in a daze, mostly because she hadn't expected that outburst from Senna.She tried to erase the memories from last night, but she couldn't. She had overthought over the past few days. Hell, she had swum in delusion, believing he had grown a soft spot for her. He had touched her in places, he had kissed her and caressed her, he had fucked her like he cared about her.Had that night not meant anything to him? Or was she the one overthinking and overanalyzing things? She could still see the cold look in his expression when he snapped at her. It felt familiar.Sighing, she shut the door to her room and went to take a seat on her bed, staring up at the ceiling again and reliving a dull day.—Senna was on a call with Batista when Elios came in. He quickly ended the call and slipped his phone into his pocket before turning to him."You're here early."Elios shrugged, pulling out a chair as he took a seat. "I had to be here. You requested for me. I didn't have an option.""What has

Trey was yet to say what had happened, and Senna was hesitating to carry out the torture. There was something that held him back from doing so. Maybe it was because he didn't believe Trey could betray him. He was risking his empire, but what could he do? What exactly could he do? Trey had remained in the same spot for over twenty-four hours. His head was bent low, and his breathing was labored. When Senna came into the room, he raised his head. "You finally remember I exist," Trey said with a laugh and coughed. His voice was coarse, conveying tiredness. "I'm guessing you're here to see me regarding telling you the truth. Senna, I know nothing. Trust me. Hell, I can't even ask you for that because I can't even defend myself. But I'm just going to remind you that you'll kill me trying to get the truth out of me when I was never lying in the first place. I have nothing to hide, and whoever told you I have a thing to do with Diablo was sent by him." Senna scoffed and took a

SENNAI had no idea what I was doing, but I wanted her, and that was it. After I'd seen her take off her robe and show off her utterly sexy bikini, I knew I couldn't just stand by my window and watch her swim. I wanted my hands on her body.And now, I was in between her beautiful thighs, trying to stare into her eyes and not her body. "I do." She muttered under her breath, and her pupils dilated as her eyes raked down my body. Shit. This was going to put me in deep shit. I'd avoided her for a reason, but I was now finding it hard to control myself. Her fingers moved, sliding onto my arms as she tried to stabilize herself, and I dove out of the water and kissed the nape of her neck, her eyes fluttering close as she tilted her head to the side. She smelt of faint chlorine and vanilla and apples, too. My arm rounded her back and slipped up her back, sinking my fingers into her hair and pushing her face towards me. Her lips brushed mine in a feathery movement, and I caught her

BALIAFor the next few days, I knew Senna was avoiding me, but I didn't care because I had promised myself to look out for me instead of someone else. So I avoided him in return, moving out of the way whenever I saw him around. We locked gazes a few times, but I was always the first to tear my eyes away.A few times, he returned home either drunk or with blood on his shirt, and it had me wondering what sort of dangerous business he was doing. But it wasn't my place to ask, so I ceased doing anything like that.Last night, I spent it with Tina. She had decided to stay back for the weekend as Senna was indisposed and needed her. We played a few card games that night, and she opened a wine bottle. We sipped while jazz music played in the background, and with the dimly lit candles coming from the scented candles she'd just gotten from the store, it gave the room a serene atmosphere, which I enjoyed. I'd gone to bed slightly buzzed from the wine. The following day, I woke up with a terr