All Chapters of The Mafia’s Feisty Captive: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

BELLA“He slapped my butt!” I yelled for the upteenth time since everybody was forgetting that fact and acting like I was the wrong one for slapping him, “he has no right to do that.”“I know Bella but you work at a bar, these type of things happen with the job and you just have to be reasonable, besides he is a VIP client.” A colleague at work responded.I was taken aback! What did they expect me to do? Stand there and let him touch me even after I had warned him twice to keep his hands to himself. It was bad enough that this was the only job I could find and I had to work my ass off to make enough money to pay for the rent and at the same time settle some of dad’s debts. That was the only thing keeping us alive because the kind of people he got involved with were always the dangerous kind that did not understand the word, please.I was standing beside the bar and waiting for my boss to step out of the VIP’s lounge. He had gone in there to pacify the customer I had slapped since he

BELLAHe really had me locked up in the room like some animal. An entire day went by and he didn’t show up, the maids came up frequently with food but I simply refused to eat or touch anything.All I wanted was for them to just let me go. So when they brought breakfast the next day, I grabbed the table knife in the tray and held it out to them as I yelled at them to stay back.“I don’t want to hurt anyone, I just want to go home. I don’t belong here so let me out.”“You can’t just keep me in here like this when I didn’t do anything wrong. I won’t stop until you let me out.” I kept pleading with them to let me go but the maids kept saying the same thing: that it was their boss’s order that I wasn’t allowed to leave the room.I was so angry! Who did he think he was to take away my freedom like that?They tried to take the knife from me but were unsuccessful so one of the two maids slipped out to get help. I was certain he was going to show up and that was exactly what I wanted. “Let m

BELLA GEORGECold sweat broke out on my forehead and I felt like I might faint as my heart started beating rapidly in my chest. I felt all the adrenaline melt away and fear take over.I could not bring myself to turn around and look at the person whose hands gripped mine so tightly. It could only be Vincent or his guards, and the thought terrified me.I would be dead before I even stepped outside, why was life so cruel to me?“What's a pretty lady like you doing so far away from the party?” A deep masculine voice cooed.I felt irritated as I turned around and came face-to-face with a gruff-looking man. He had a sweet smile on his face and I glared at him as I tried to pull my hand out of his hold.“I could ask you the same thing but I don't care. Now let go of my hand!” I angrily growled and he smirked as he tightened his hold and pulled me closer to him.He leaned towards my neck and I shivered as he took a whiff of my scent. His eyes clouded with an emotion I couldn't understand as

THIRD PERSON POV“What is wrong with you? I said let me go this instant!” Camilla angrily shouted as she struggled to pull her hand out of Bella’s tight grip.“You are hurting me let go you demented fool.” Camilla’s face was red with anger, her cheeks burning as if they had been set ablaze. Bella felt a deep satisfaction as she took in the sight of her frustration.“I still haven’t heard a single word of apology from your filthy mouth so, No!” Bella snapped with a smirk on her face.“Is this a freaking joke to you! Take your diseased hands off me or you will not like what I’ll do to you!” Camilla’s jaw tightened, her eyes filled with fury as her free hand clenched into a fist.The guards stood awkwardly at the side exchanging uncertain glances between them. They didn't know what to do. Were they supposed to step in? Was that even allowed?The answer was unclear but none of them wanted to be stuck in the middle of a personal banter between women. And they cursed their luck for being st

VINCENTThat was exhilarating.Watching her squirm beneath me sent a thrill through my veins and gave me a high I never knew I needed. Every second of being in complete control, of bending her to my will was intoxicating.She was different and disobedient. No one had ever dared to defy me, let alone look me in the eye and throw my authority back in my face. I was used to unwavering obedience, to people trembling at my presence, their fear settling in before I even uttered a word.But her? She wasn’t afraid. And the defiance she displayed was foreign, so infuriating and it only made me want to break her even more.I smirked, the memory replaying in my mind like a song on repeat. She had always been bold, unafraid to speak her mind even when she knew I could make her disappear with a mere snap of my fingers.She was something else.The way she had crumbled beneath me was intoxicating. At first, she fought, stubborn as ever. But the moment she started shaking, begging, her body betraying