บททั้งหมดของ My Mafia Saviour : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

LUCIANO'S POVI was in my office when Jeff called me, and Informed me about holding one of Carlos' men captive. Carlos escaped with the rest of his men, but the one that was held captive had a reputable rank and could be of importance to me.I immediately went to the basement, the heavy scent of flood wafted into my nose, I shrugged, I was used to it already. Noticing my presence, my men unlocked the cell for me and I went in.Jeff really knows how to make me happy. The man was tied up in the chain, any movement he made was going to scrape his bare skin, although he was bleeding and seemed out of strength. I circled him, and finally stopped in front of him.“Has he said anything?” I asked, still facing him.“No, boss.”I hummed, and grabbed my gloves that were sent out for me on the table. I pinched his chin, raising his head.“What's your name?”He cowered in fear, upon seeing my face and I instantly smirked. “Mario” his lips quivered.He's too cowardly to be among Carlos' right han

NADIA'S POVThe incident from last night instantly filled my mind the moment I woke up from sleep. I stared blankly into space, my mind consumed with thoughts.Is this how I'm going to leave my life? Trapped in the house of a man I knew nothing about, apart from saving me twice? I thought.I don't doubt the fact that staying anytime longer with him, will make me succumb totally to what he wants me to. I need to leave his house and find shelter somewhere else or maybe leave this country.Tears clouded my eyes, as I remembered being tortured for what I knew nothing about. What if I leave and I get kidnapped again? What if staying here was the best, since my drug induced body had already agreed to his deal? I ruffled my hair, feeling utterly confused. What should I do?I got down from the bed and went into the washroom to wash and change into something. The fact that the wardrobe was already filled with clothes and luxurious designs from the most expensive brands and they were all my siz

NADIA'S POVEveryone fell silent, as they whipped their heads backwards to see who spoke. Their gaze followed him as he took slow, yet majestic steps towards the stage. His piercing blue gaze was fixed at me, an uncertain emotion burning in his eyes, anger? Rage? I'm not sure. A mischievous smirk was etched on his lips, as he swirled the glass of red wine in his hand.Murmurs broke out, as he didn't say anything else apart from standing in front of me, his back against the audience.“Is this not Lord Moretti? Why is he buying her for such a huge amount?”“Hold on, didn't he come in with her? Gosh! What game is he playing?”“I'm just curious to see her face clearly, can't she raise her face a little??””Their murmurs filled my ears, but my gaze was locked with his, his huge figure was making it impossible for them not to see my tiny frame. I'm restraining the strong urge not to break down in front of him.“It seems like I'm her owner now, no one is ready to show off their wealth.” His

NADIA POVDinner had passed in a blur, I headed back upstairs. My mind swimming and relaying with the conversation I had with Jeff earlier, over and over. The reality of Luciano's world had destroyed any rose-colored glasses I might have been wearing. He was part of the world far darker than I had imagined, not only was he part of it, he ruled it, he ruled part of it. Yet somehow I couldn't find myself to deny the fact that my heart still raced whenever I thought of him.I barely had time to gather my thoughts when I heard footsteps approaching the door. It was late and Layla couldn't come to my room at this time, it could only be him– Luciano, my pulse quickened at the thought that he was nearby. It gave me a strange feeling of vulnerability and anxiety. I forgot to lock the door, which I slightly regretted. I sat on the bed, covering my legs with a quilt, as my gaze was intensely fixed at the door, my heart racing with every step he made closer to it. As fast as one could blink, h

NADIA'S POVSunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow over the room, as I woke up from sleep. Luciano was gone already, I laid in a daze for a moment, trying to make sense of everything that had happened last night, between Luciano and I. The memories flooded my mind, his touch, his whispered words, the intensity of his eyes, my cheeks heated up as I thought about every detail. But as I came back to reality, a feeling of dread crept into my mind. How could I have let myself succumb to him, fall so deeply into his charms last night, knowing the darkness that lurked around him and his promise to make me succumb to him? The thoughts of how quickly he claimed me, possessively, rough and almost dangerously last night, as if making it clear and vivid that I belonged to him, sent a chill down my spine. And yet, I still couldn't deny the pull he had over me, the way my heart raced at the mere thoughts of him.It seemed like always fighting and struggling against him, made him