His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner

"You know how to drive a man crazy," Senna whispered hotly against her ears as he pushed Valeria against his desk. "So why did you come here, huh?"His fingers slipped through the thin strap of her panties as he pulled them down her legs. She fell onto the desk, parting her legs wide enough for him to pull her panties off easily.Their breaths mingled as she hastily took off her clothing. She didn't wait till he was done before she pushed her lips against his in a hot kiss. She tossed her top, hot minding where it landed, and when she felt the heat of his hands on her skin, she closed her eyes, threw her head back, and let out a moan of pleasure.Senna had no idea why she had visited him, but if this was going to be the main menu, he wasn't complaining. He took a step back and stared at her naked upper body. His groin tightened when she bit her lower lip and caressed her breasts. Her fingers tugged at her nipples as she gave him a come-hither look.He loved bold women. He loved women

The door creaked open. Amanda's ears perked up instinctively, and she turned around to see which of Senna's men had come to torment her now or if it was Senna himself. No, it wasn't Senna, it was Placido."Hey, soldier, we've been through this before," Amanda said with a curly, nasty little smile. "I ain't telling you shit. And no offense, soldier, but your torturing skills are a little redundant. Can't you be a little more creative?""Silence bitch!" Placido thundered. "Why are you doing this? Why are you working for the Puppeteer?""Hmm, tell me something, soldier. Is that the question you were ordered to ask me?""Shut up. I'll ask the questions around here!""October thirty-first two thousand two, I went to present the evening news. I was to be back home in less than two hours, I assured my husband and my daughter, who was five years old. I kept to my promise. I got home and tried unlocking the door with my key, but it was already open. When I got home, it was eerily quiet even th

"Placido, what the heck went on down here, man?" Senna said as he stormed into the basement of his nightclub with two security guards strolling behind him.Everyone quickly turned their attention to him."The Puppeteer happened," Placido responded."And Amanda?""Gone. He took her with him.""Damn! I don't get it. The Puppeteer is just one man. He should've been outmanned and outgunned.""Yes, and he was all those things, outnumbered and outgunned, but boss, I'm telling you, this guy's reflexes are out of this world. He's fast, like one of those guys in the matrix.""Did you get a look at his face? What'd he look like?" Senna looked at all the dead bodies just lying around and grimaced inwardly."No, I'm afraid not. He was putting on a mask."Senna sighed softly. "So why didn't you go after them?"Now, it was Placido who grimaced inwardly. "Boss, he knocked me out pretty bad.""Placido, I don't pay you to get knocked out like a bitch!"Placido gave a resigned sigh. "I'm sorry, it won'

“I didn't catch your name, red hair," Senna said as she caught the dress he tossed at her.Balia ignored him and walked towards the bathroom to get changed. If he wanted to know her name, he'd have done that politely over a drink or after asking her to strip for him.These were the perks of being a stripper. The bad perks. Men could make nasty comments about you, slap you in inappropriate places, and even ask for sex, and all you had to do to keep your job was grin like a fucking Cheshire cat and do whatever you were asked to.She wondered who this man was and where he had come from, making him feel he had authority over her. What had she gotten herself into?She hadn't. The universe was against her this evening because she had done nothing to warrant this harassment from this strange and devilishly handsome man. As hard as it was to admit, he was an attractive man. She knew he was older than she was, probably in his early forties. But she hated him still.When she got to the bathroom

Senna kept pacing around his master bedroom as he waited for whoever the fuck was on the other side of the phone to pick up the call.He had tried calling a few times, but there was no answer. The call ended with an annoying beep, and he stifled the urge to toss his cutting-edge cell phone across the room to crash. He had been doing that lately and getting new phones every week. Now was the time to change and be fucking disciplined.Just as he was about to dial the same number, a call came in. It was from Diablo, and Senna hoped it wasn't bad news. He had been the bearer of bad news late, which wasn't what he needed on a night like this."Batista," Senna began in a terse voice. "I wasn't expecting your call.""I also wasn't planning on calling you tonight. Something's up.""And what could that be?" Senna asked as he stopped in front of his bay window. He stared down at the gardens, taking in the dusky colours as the lights surrounding the area shone warmth on them. "Marchetti. He s