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17. The shocking side of Vincent
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The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 91. Late hour
BELLAI stepped out of the house, expecting the usual quiet ride to school. But there he was, Vincent leaning casually against the car door like he hadn’t turned my life upside down just days ago.I stopped short, refusing to meet his gaze. I stood there, arms folded, silently willing him to move. I wasn’t going to ask. If he wanted to play games this early in the morning, he was on his own.“I’ll be picking you up after school,” he said out of nowhere.My brows knit together. “What?”“Don’t even think about coming home on your own,” he added, his voice low and firm. “I’ll be there. Wait for me.”“I’m fine with the driver,” I said flatly, still not looking at him.“Well, the driver won’t be coming today,” he replied with a shrug. “And don’t get any bright ideas about calling a cab either.”My patience thinned. “Why are you doing this? You’ve made it very clear you can’t stand being around me, so why force it? Just send the damn driver and let’s avoid unnecessary drama. I don’t want to
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 90. Face to face
BELLAI was drenched in sweat, breath ragged from the morning run with Amira. She’d peeled off to her room the second we stepped into the mansion, leaving me to climb the stairs alone, body aching, mind blank.But as I reached for my door, the one across the hall swung open. I looked up and froze.Fabiola stepped out, draped in barely-there silk, her hair tangled like she’d wrestled sleep all night or someone else.She spent the night in his room.My heart dropped. My hand fell from the doorknob.She noticed me instantly. Her lips curved into a smirk as she slinked toward me, every step deliberate, cruel.“What a night,” she purred with a fake yawn, her voice thick with mockery. “I feel so tired.”I clenched my fists. My jaw, too.“Oh, Bella, I didn’t even see you there,” she added sweetly, standing way too close, her scent heavy in the air. She stretched, arms above her head, letting out a sigh like she was reliving it all.“I feel like I took a ride on a horse… if you get what I mea
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 89. His pain
VINCENTI stumbled through the house, barely able to walk straight. Each step up the stairs felt like a mountain climb. The whole place was drowned in darkness, and my eyes stung with exhaustion as I dragged my body to my room.I pushed the door open, squinting as soft light from the table lamp met my face. I froze. I don’t remember turning it on. So why the hell was it glowing now?That’s when I saw her, the silhouette sitting on my bed, calm and unmoving.I let out a breath, more annoyed than surprised.“Bella.”My voice cracked through the silence. “What are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay out. Weren’t you the one who asked me to leave your room earlier? So what the fuck are you doing in my bed?”She didn’t respond. Just stood up slowly, stepping down from the bed and walking toward me.I took a shaky breath and ran a hand over my face. “What are you doing here?” I repeated, louder this time. “God, you’re making this so much harder than it needs to be. I’m already losi
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 88. Unable to pull back
BELLAI was pissed.Vincent stood there like a statue, letting her spin her ridiculous story while I stood accused. He didn’t interrupt. He didn’t defend me. He just watched, jaw clenched, eyes burning with some emotion I couldn’t read, and I didn’t want to.She sat there on the couch, voice all sweet and broken, like she wasn’t the same woman who just threatened to kill me and my unborn child. She looked like a wounded little puppy. And Vincent, like a fool, was falling for it.I hated her.“Bella, why…” he started, but I shot to my feet, not giving him the satisfaction of finishing whatever garbage he had to say.I stormed out of the living room, rage pulsing in my veins. I knew what he was going to say, and I refused to sit there and be scolded like a child while the real manipulator sat pretty, playing her twisted game.“Bella! Get back here!” Vincent’s voice boomed behind me.I didn’t stop. I moved faster, my feet pounding against the stairs, my heartbeat matching the thunder in
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 87. First attack
BELLA“You can go in now, Mr. Castello,” the nurse said with a professional smile.Vincent and I stood, silent but in sync, and followed her down the quiet hallway into the doctor’s office. My heart beat a little faster with each step.“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Castello,” the doctor greeted, looking up from his desk with a warm expression.“Good morning,” we both replied, our voices overlapping slightly.“Please, have a seat while I briefly check your file,” he said with a small nod, already flipping through the pages.We sat side by side, the silence between us heavy but not uncomfortable. He skimmed through the notes, humming lightly.“From what I’m seeing here, everything looks great. You’re eating well, sleeping enough… that’s exactly what I like to see,” he said, glancing up at me with a nod of approval.I smiled politely, but in my head I laughed. Why wouldn’t I be fine? Amira had practically made it her full-time job to hover over me like a mother hen. Miss one meal, and she
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 86. Outburst
BELLAShe came back in five minutes later, and I looked up from my screen.“Do you need something else?” I asked.“Mr. Castello said it would be best for you to get on your feet or he’ll make you stand for a week,” Amira said.I chuckled dryly. “Tell him I said he can do whatever the fuck he wants, but I’m not going to eat.”Amira nodded and left my room.She came back again, and I sighed.“He said if you don’t come downstairs, you’re never going to school again,” Amira said, and I was taken aback.I had just gotten the chance to start going to school. I couldn’t ruin it over a petty argument. I hated how he tried to control everything about my life. I hated how mean he was to me.I groaned and followed her down the stairs. When I got to the dining table, Vincent was already seated along with the girl.They both looked at me, and she gasped dramatically. “Oh my goodness! Your eyes are so puffy and red. What happened? Is it an allergic reaction? Were you crying?” she asked.Of course,
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 85. Someone new
BELLAI took in a deep breath, let it out slowly, and stepped through the classroom like I hadn’t been missing for days that felt like lifetimes.“Bella!”Carmen’s voice hit me like a slap, and I nearly turned right back around. Her tone was sharp and when I saw her storming toward me with a face full of rage, I knew I was in for it.“Hi,” I said weakly, offering a sheepish smile that didn’t stand a chance against her glare.“Where the hell have you been? And what happened to your phone?” she snapped, voice rising with every word.“I…”“You have no idea how worried I was! I called you, like, a billion times, Bella. Nothing. I couldn’t reach you. I had no idea where you were or if you were even okay.” Her hands flew through the air as she spoke, frustration practically radiating off her. “You scared the shit out of me. And now you just show up saying ‘hi’ like you didn’t vanish into thin air?”I looked down, guilt crawling up my spine.“I haven’t heard from you in over a week,” she wen
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 84. The long awaited talk
BELLAI freeze, completely stunned. I can’t believe what I’m seeing.Vincent, he’s here, in this house. After I’ve been waiting for hours, pacing and hoping. It feels like I’m looking at him for the first time in years, not just a week.I try to speak, but nothing comes out. My lips part, but the words, where are they? How do you speak to someone who once knew your heart and now looks like a stranger?He’s staring at me too, eyes wide, caught off guard. But just as quickly, his expression hardens. The softness vanishes, replaced by something cold. Distant.“What are you doing here? Who told you to come in?” His voice was sharp and void of any emotion as he stared at me.That voice.“I just… I wanted to see you. I need to talk to you,” I say, my voice small, and aching.“I have nothing to say to you. You should leave.” His words hit like stones. Hard. Unmoved.Still, I don’t back down. “I’m not going anywhere until we talk.”He lets out a bitter snort like I’m some pathetic joke. “I to
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 83. Seeing him atlas!
BELLA“I’m tired,” I whispered, stretching out on the couch, my arms falling limply to my sides as my gaze drifted to the ceiling.For the past week, I have been a prisoner in this house. An abandoned criminal who didn’t even manage to catch a glimpse of her captor.I hadn’t seen Vincent once, not a glimpse. He’d been avoiding me like I carried some infectious disease, and the sting of that rejection cut deeper than I wanted to admit. I wasn’t just lonely, I was hurting.Each day blurred into the next. I slept. I ate. I went on a slow morning run around the estate with Amira, who tried to lift my spirits with gentle talks and pregnancy lessons. She meant well, and I appreciated her kindness, but it wasn’t enough.She talked about body changes, mood swings, nutrition, prenatal exercises, things that made it feel all too real, while the father of my child acted like I didn’t exist.No school. No fresh air beyond the garden. No freedom.I was bored. There is basically nothing going on in
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