All Chapters of The Mafia’s Feisty Captive: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

BELLAWe finished eating in complete silence. Not a word from Vincent. He didn’t need to say anything. I could feel the anger coming off him in waves.I was frustrated. And not because I cared, because I didn’t. Or at least I told myself that. His silence crawled under my skin and wormed its way into my thoughts. It irritated me how much it bothered me. Why did I care if he was pissed? Why did it matter if he wanted to act like a brooding asshole?He wasn’t my friend. He wasn’t anything. I hated him. I hate Vincent. He could drop dead and I wouldn’t flinch.By the time we got to my room, my patience had worn thin. I huffed. “Goodnight,” I muttered, not even sparing him a glance before I shoved the door open, stepped inside, and slammed it shut behind me.The moment I was alone, I exhaled sharply and dropped onto my bed, limbs heavy with tension.Of course, that peace didn’t last. My phone lit up, buzzing against the sheets. I frowned and grabbed it, flipping the screen toward me.Who

BELLAWho the hell does he think he is, walking up to me like nothing happened like he wasn’t just acting like a horny idiot with that girl?I stormed toward the lift, jamming the “close” button over and over again as if my life depended on it. The last thing I wanted was to be trapped in a box with him. Just seeing his face was enough to make my blood boil.“Bella,” Vincent called out, slipping his hand between the doors right before they could shut him out.“Why didn’t you wait for me?” he asked like he hadn’t just humiliated me five minutes ago.I let out a cold laugh. “Oh, I’m sorry. Should I have waited for you to finish tongue-fucking with her? My bad, I didn’t realize I signed up to be your chaperone.”He looked stunned like he genuinely didn’t get it. “Where is all this coming from?”I stared at his reflection in the polished door, refusing to turn around. I needed to get out before I said something I’d regret or worse, something I meant.“Can you just talk to me and stop bein

VINCENTAnn sat trembling on the cold floor, blood trickling down her forehead as her shaky hands tried to stop the bleeding. Her wide, terrified eyes met mine, and I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief.She thought she could come at me alone? Couldn’t even hold her balance, and yet she thought she could take me down? The audacity.“Care to explain why you drugged me and tried to stab me?” My voice was low, but every word hit like a slap. I watched her flinch, her breath hitching as fear took full control.I crouched, the metal of my gun cold against her skin as I pressed it to her forehead. “I don’t have all night. Talk or I’ll blow your fucking brains out.”She whimpered, shrinking away, her back hitting the wall with a soft thud.“Who sent you? Why use that weak-ass drug on me? Did you really think it would work on me? Did you even bother to do your homework before walking into the lion’s den?” I leaned in closer, and her entire body trembled.“I…I’m sorry! Just let me go, please

BELLAI don’t understand what’s happening. One minute we’re fine, and the next he’s cold, like I suddenly became a stranger. I told myself I wouldn’t let it get to me, that I’d be unbothered, but the truth is it hurts. And I’m tired of pretending it doesn’t.My eyes followed him as he stood a few feet away, speaking into his phone in low, clipped tones. His brow was furrowed, jaw clenched, the way it always is when he’s deep into work mode. I could tell it was serious but that didn’t make the ache in my chest any easier to ignore.“Trouble in paradise?” a voice whispered close to my ear.I turned and found Miguel standing there, he flashed a lazy smile before dropping down beside me onto the warm sand.“Hey you,” I muttered, forcing a smile.“It’s good to see you out here. You vanished on me last night.” His tone was light, but his eyes scanned me like he was looking for cracks.I sighed. I wasn’t in the mood for banter, especially not now. I just needed air, maybe even a moment to cr

VINCENT“Did you have fun?” I asked as we walked into her room, our hands still intertwined. She was practically draped over me, her body leaning against mine like she had no intention of holding herself up anymore. But I didn’t mind. I loved the weight of her. The way her warmth pressed into me.She let out a soft laugh. “Do you even have to ask? I had so much fun. Especially when you almost got lost. The look on your face was priceless.”I groaned dramatically. “Oh, so that’s what we’re doing now?”She smirked.“Because if we’re roasting each other, let’s not forget your face when you saw that sculpture of the naked man,” I said, already laughing at the memory. “You looked like your brain short-circuited.”She gasped and smacked my chest. “Vincent!”I looked down and caught the pink rising to her cheeks as she tried to hide her face. The sight made something warm settle in my chest.“You’re blushing,” I said with a grin, pulling her in front of me. My hands came up to gently cup her