The Devilish Mafia's Prized Possession

Daisy's POV “Let's break up." My hands hover on the phone screen. Breakup via text? ‘That's low’ is what I will say — if it was coming from someone else. But he's not someone else. He's Rome Green and he's everything —including being a cheat—, but low? Never. I type out a reply, pressing down the hurt in my chest and the tears that seem to want to escape my eyes. “Why? Is it because of Zyla?" I delete the message. Mentioning Zyla would make me seem jealous. What if she's beside him right now, reading the message? Besides, they don't know that I've found out about them yet. The faint scent of vodka brushes past me, bringing back the memory of that night. The night I caught my boyfriend in bed with my step sister. I throw my head back, brushing off the image of Zyla curled in his laps, while he peppers her head with kisses. He used to do that with me. Before Zyla walked into our lives and stole him from me. Like she and her mum stole my dad, my hous

Daisy's POV I can feel his presence behind me. The familiar scent of leather calling out to me. Begging me to turn and look into his eyes. To run into the comfort of his arms and ask him why? But I don't. He chose Zyla over me, our love and his promises. I ignore him and keep on walking, even though my feet want to turn in his direction. He doesn't stop me or call me back, just watches me leave like a coward or he simply doesn't care. The moment I get into my cubicle, I collapse into my chair. “Do you think the CEO is finally going to send her out?" Whispers make their way to my ears. “I think so. Didn't you see the way she slumped into her seat when she returned from the CEO'S office?” The voices grow louder and the chattering increases in the room. Like the person they're talking about is not sitting right in their midst. "Don't you guys have anything better to do?” A hand slams on the table, sending tremors in the room and the murmurs die down. I glance up

Daisy's POV People often say — In life, you only get to make two choices: the right choice or the wrong choice. And I have to admit — That's a freaking lie. Because right now, I also have two choices. Either I sit peacefully and go with this masked man sitting beside me who just bought me for a hundred million dollars without batting an eyelid — well not technically because his face is hidden beneath that mask — to wherever he is heading, which can't be good. Or I quickly unlock the door and jump out from the moving vehicle — which would end up with my skull getting splattered on the road, or getting a bullet imprinted in my skull before I could even land on the ground. And neither of them is right. So I only sit, and watch as the driver speeds up the car, taking me farther away from home. From Brittany. And maybe even from Chicago. Heck… I don't even know what day it is. If it's still the day I was kidnapped or the next. The only thing I know is that it’s really

DAISY'S POV It's been five days since I moved into this new prison.Every new strike on the wall serves as a reminder of the number of days spent in this s**thole.Even though the knot in my stomach gradually untangles with each passing night, because I haven't seen him again since that night. My masked buyer.I still jump at the sound of the door opening even though I know it's just Maria bringing me food or clothes.I still make sure the door is always locked before I go to sleep even when I know it's useless because if he wants to come in, he would.I know I can't get used to it. The paranoia that comes with not knowing what is going to happen the next minute.So I decided to stop dilly-dallying and proceed on my plan: Leaving this place.I uncurl the paper I found in one of the boxes after snooping the entire room, hopefully it contains useful information that can get me out of here.“I should have escaped when I had the chance to. I misused them…”My brows shoot up in confusion

Reis's POV “When can we meet her?” I tilt my head, and raise my eyebrows, meeting Luca's gaze. Acting confused. Like I have zero idea about the person he's talking about. “Don't play dumb. The new girl you bought. La ragazza dei cento milioni.”(The hundred million girl.) A smirk tugs on my lips. “Why?” “Because you'd never buy a girl for that price, Reis. Even if it's to save her. “This one must be special.” This time it's Niccolo who speaks. His eyes narrow as he stares at me, trying to strip me bare to my thoughts. My smirk widens. And I shrug. A flash of irritation sweeps through Niccolo’s eyes, and he slumps back into the chair. I tap my fingers on the chair, answering Niccolo’s question in my head. She's not special. She's just like the others. Stupid. Foolish. Naive. Her small figure hiding behind the stairs last night pops up in my head. The undisguised fear in her eyes when she locked gazes with me. I can't explain the sudden thrill that rushed