Semua Bab Claimed by the Mafia Boss: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Today was going to make it my third month here. I put my calendar away after I had ruled today out.My costumes for this week were old-school attires proudly sponsored by you-know-who.Sometimes I wondered how the school authority didn’t have anything to say to me when I wore outfits that violated the school dress code.I almost got in trouble once but as soon as I introduced myself as Vitali’s wife, they let me go.As I packed my bag, I hid a pair of jeans and a tank top inside. When I was moving here , Vitali didn’t let me carry my clothes but he provided a closet full of clothes for me. I had every kind of clothes I could ever need and they were my perfect fit too but instead of letting me wear them, he chose to get me weird costumes each week.Now back to the reason why I’m hiding clothes in my bag -over the past month, Tristan and I had gotten a lot closer and though it was purely platonic, I knew I was doing something wrong because Vitali had warned me not to make any friends.

After the very uncomfortable breakfast, I went to my room to do some extra touch-ups before I’d leave for school.I had just opened my wardrobe to pick the clothes I would hide in my bag when I heard a knock on the door.The door was thrown open before I could go get it and we all knew who entered my room like that.“Wear something from your wardrobe today,” he said walking in. “Thank you sir “ I appreciated him even if it didn’t make much of a difference to me.“And come down quickly! “ he ordered and walked out. I carefully selected a crop shirt high-waisted jeans mini skirt and a pair of boots.Applying some lip gloss and perfume, I picked up my stuff and left my room.“Here you are, I’ve been waiting for you” Vitali enveloped me in a warm hug. He smelt heavenly, I wanted to stay there forever.I just gave a weird smile because honestly I couldn’t just do this pretentious thing. I wasn’t an actress and I wasn’t ever going to be. Vitali had been so cruel to me, that I didn’t kno

I lay on the massage table.When I stepped out of the bathroom after a quick shower, someone came in with the massage table and some essential oils. I put on a bra and a short, then I lay on the table, on my stomach, eyes closed, and my body relaxed.I was patiently waiting for Vitali.When the door opened, I was surprised to see Vitali and another guy. This guy was black, probably Jamaican -due to his accent and his locks. He looked good, he was muscular.“Hello miss, I’m Kemar“ he introduced “Hello, I’m Beth “ I waved at him, wondering what he was doing here.He suddenly started playing some music to lighten the mood. “Why do you look surprised? “ Vitali questioned me. “I’m just curious, why is he here?” I asked.“Isn’t it obvious? To give you a massage” he gave me a weird look that said ‘ how isn’t that clear“Ohh…” A disappointed look crossed my face. I had thought when Vitali said he could give me a massage, he was going to do it himself. I should have known that the offer

As I hid some clothes in my bag, it reminded me of Tristan and I felt sad. He avoided me all through last week. I missed him, I had literally no one else to talk to.Sighing, I picked up my bag and left for school. ******************At the cafeteria, I walked up to the counter to grab my lunch but somehow, while trying to carry my tray, I knocked down the pile of ceramic plates atop the counter.The sound of plates breaking was so loud everyone turned to look at me. They would definitely have a lot to say about me in their free time. I was really embarrassed. The man in charge -Mr Tom charged out and yelled at me.I tried to plead with him that I was going to call my husband to pay for it because I knew I couldn’t afford it . This was an all-elite school, I’m sure the plates would be really expensive. Mr Tom wasn’t having it , he was really out to shame me and I couldn’t stand up for myself. I really wanted to but something just seemed to hold me back.“Stop harassing her “ Tris

He stood behind me, his chest pressed against my back as he guided my hands. I trembled slightly as I held the pistol." Hold it correctly," he instructed his voice firm but controlled. "Fingers on the grip, thumb on the safety."I released a shaky breathI tried to mimic his movements, but my hands trembled. Vitali’s expression remained unreadable, but I sensed a flicker of annoyance."Relax, Elizabeth” he whispered, his breath caressing my ear. "Feel the weight of the gun. Let it become an extension of you."I nodded, my brown hair bobbing as I focused on the target before us. We stood in the secluded courtyard of the mafia house, just behind the main building, the sound of gunfire muffled by the surrounding walls.This place was bigger than I thought. Behind the main house was a large courtyard for other kinds of training as well , such as - running, kickboxing and firing sessions like the one we were having now.There were also several smaller buildings at the back which I learnt