All Chapters of The Mafia’s Feisty Captive: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

VINCENT“I knew she was hiding something when she started acting sneaky,” Bianchi muttered as he dropped a thick envelope onto my desk.I raised a brow. “What is this about?”He simply gestured to the envelope. “Why don’t you see for yourself?”His tone was clipped, unusually dry. That alone set off alarm bells. Bianchi hardly ever lost his cool unless something serious was going on.“Did Camilla do something?” I asked as I ripped open the envelope.He shook his head, but his jaw was tight.I pulled out a stack of photographs. The moment my eyes landed on them, a dark fury coiled in my chest.What the hell is he doing outside?I flipped through the pictures, my grip tightening with each one. My breathing turned sharp, controlled only by years of discipline.“What is the meaning of this, Bianchi?” My voice was low, dangerous. “How the fuck is he out?”“I don’t know,” he admitted. “But shouldn’t you be more concerned about who he’s with? She’s been sneaking off to meet him. What if they

BELLA“When will you fucking learn?”Vincent’s voice was a razor-sharp snarl, his face inches from mine, eyes burning with fury. “When will you learn that I hate disobedience?”My blood boiled. My body trembled not with fear, but with rage.“I don’t give a fuck about what you want,” I spat, my voice shaking with defiance. “Just like you don’t care about my feelings, my opinions! You can take your so-called respect and shove it up your ass.”The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I had added oil to the fire.Before I could react, his hands were around my throat, cold and unforgiving. In one brutal motion, he spun me around and slammed me against the wall. Pain exploded across my back, but I barely had time to register it before his grip tightened.“What the fuck are you doing?!” I growled, thrashing against him. “You bastard, let me go!”His fingers pressed harder, stealing the air from my lungs. My vision blurred at the edges, my body screaming for oxygen. My hands clawed at his w

THIRD POV“I told you she couldn’t be trusted,” Bianchi said, spreading a set of photographs across Vincent’s desk.“Take a look at this. That rat had the guts to do this right under our noses.” Bianchi pointed at a picture of Bella and Santiago in the school garden, his voice thick with disgust.“I just want to drag her here and get the truth out of her. What made her think she could betray us and still live comfortably with us? Look at her. So many different meetups, who knows how far she’s gone in executing whatever dirty plan that bastard hatched.” Bianchi seethed, his fingers curling into fists.Vincent didn’t say a word as he went through the pictures. His face was pulled into a deep scowl, his mind reeling. To say he was angry would be an understatement.There was nothing he hated more than betrayal. And the next thing was Santiago. He despised him, and everything that was connected to him. But he forced himself to think rationally, flipping through the images with a cold, calc

VINCENTSomething felt off.Bella had been talking nonstop since I started eating, filling the silence with rants and complaints about being stuck in the house. It wasn’t unusual, Bella loved to talk but there was something too deliberate about it. Like she was keeping me distracted.I eyed her suspiciously as she sighed dramatically. “I’m honestly tired of always being stuck in this house. I need to go outside, make friends, go to parties, and just do everything a college student should do.”I stabbed a piece of pancake with my fork. “I can take you out.” My tone was casual, dismissive.Bella snorted. “So I can end up getting kidnapped again? No, thank you.”She’s joking with me? I reminded myself. It’s Bella. She jokes about everything. Maybe she wanted to go back when we were comfortable just talking about everything while eating.“It’s not funny.” She gave me a pointed look. “I nearly died because you wanted to party. I wonder what would happen the next time you took me anywhere.”

THIRD POVSantiago’s jaw was clenched so tight it felt like it might snap. His fists curled at his sides as he paced the length of his office, his mind spiraling with anger. Vincent had stood right in his own home, his own territory, and dared to threaten him like he was nothing more than a disgusting street rat. The audacity of it burned in his chest like wildfire.The door to his office swung open, and he halted mid-step. His head snapped toward the intruder with a deep scowl on his face.Nathan stepped in, bowing slightly before straightening. “Boss,” he said, his voice calm despite the tension thick in the air. “What are you going to do now that Vincent knows about your plan to use Bella? He didn’t even seem fazed when he found out she went through his phone. It makes me wonder if there was anything valuable in there to begin with. What’s our next move?”Santiago’s frown deepened. Nathan had just voiced the very thoughts gnawing at his mind, but if there was one thing Santiago pri