บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia's Captured Slave: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

I shook my head as he rolled his eyes shaking his head at me a small smile on his face "I swear your going to get me banished" he joked. I could tell from his face he was feeling sorry for me today, any other time and he would actually be angry at me for not telling Four where I was but he didn't say anything."There's Rice Krispies in the cupboard if you want, have some with milk you pour into the bowl." He shouted from the front door adding the last part which only made me laugh and if he was beside me I'd hit him.After a half an hour of sitting in Prestons house waiting for this quick meeting to be over, I had really considered leaving to go to the meeting myself, I mean I live here as well. But after I made Prestons bed and made my self cereal I had honestly exhausted myself. More mentally exhausted than physically but exhausted none the less. I don't know if I could mentally prepare to actually meet her today.I was just about to open the front door when a loud ringing from Pres

"Did you answer?" He asked his eyes leaving the screen which was unusual, he never took his eyes of the TV."It was Dylan, why was he ringing you?" I asked, I needed to take my mind of the pain I was going to be in now and if that meant prying into Prestons shit it would be a good enough distraction."Did he say anything to you? I don't know why he rang I haven't spoke to him for a while" He shrugged although he seemed a little bit panicked over the first question as I didn't know if I believed him. There was defiantly something that he was not giving away I just didn't know what."I just told him you weren't here and then I heard you and Four at the door" I explained as his face relaxed a bit as he turned his face to the TV again. Was there something happening or something Dylan wasn't supposed to tell me?After a few minutes of watching the TV Preston sprang up from his position on the sofa his eyes glazed over as I looked at him eyebrows furrowing as he muttered some words over and

Other diners glanced up at me as I walked past, doing their best to act as though I looked down at my drink as I spoke, ignoring the emotion that tightened my throat. Maddy reached over and placed her hand over mine, then gave it a squeeze."Hey now, don't do that. Your life is plenty exciting, and if you don't think that it is, why don't you do something about it?" She gave me a mischievous grin and I smiled as I shook my head. "And what on earth would that be? Decide to take a different way home from work one day? Ooh, that would be really adventurous!" I rolled my eyes as my sarcastic tone showed my sister how unconvinced I was, and she gave me a look."That's not what I meant, and you know it. Just do something that you wouldn't normally do stop thinking so hard about everything, and just do it! That'swhat I do."She lifted her glass to her lips and looked around the restaurant as she spoke, and I couldn't help but notice the different men in the room all glancing our way. I bri

The nerves were quickly leaving my stomach, and I was beginning to feel a surge of confidence like I had never felt before in my life. I held my clutch in front of me the same way I saw the other women carrying theirs, and I walked with soft deliberation toward the door.I could feel heads turn as I walked past, but I didn't have the guts to make eyecontact with any of them. Men and women alike took notice of me, and therewas a part of me that wanted to blurt out my mistake and turn around to go home. Once at the door, I was surprised to be stopped by a man standing with arms crossed—a bouncer, I guessed. He wore sunglasses in spite of it being night-time, as well as a headset. He was tall and muscular, with a no-nonsense lookabout him. The bouncer held his hand up, motioning for me to stop, and I flung my hairover my shoulder, doing my best impression of a movie star. I then noticed a second doorman on the other side, dressed completely identi cally to the first man. They both

KYLEIdon't know what came over me when I walked into the club. I'd been there a hundred times before, and this time wasn't any different...or so I thought. The Gathering was nothing new to me I would walk in, look over my options, and make my selection.I knew I had more money than the richest man in the room; I knew all the men wished they were me, and that all the women wished they were with me. Kyle Cunningham was a name that circulated around the club often. The atten- dees knew that I was a no-nonsense kind of man, and when I wanted some thing, I was not afraid to get out there and take it.I sauntered through the room, making eye contact with everyone I passed but not bothering to hold their gazes for long. I had more important matters that needed my attention, and I was going to address those before anything else. Cora, the stage manager, was making her normal announcement, filling thetime before the first of the lots would appear. I was used to this speech; it wasthe same t