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The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 39. Limits
BELLA“Carmen, I swear I’ll murder you when I see you!” I groaned, dropping my pen and running a hand through my hair.This was harder than I thought. When the professor was teaching, it looked so easy, now it felt like I’d never seen it before in my life.“Why was I happy to go back to school again?” I muttered with a sigh.The weather was perfect, the scent of flowers drifted through the air, but none of it helped calm my nerves. Exams were less than two weeks away, and I’d barely covered half of what I needed to.Determined, I flipped to a fresh page in my jotter and tackled the same problem again.“Yes!” I exclaimed, victorious, as I wrote down the final answer.“That’s cute, but I have to be the bearer of bad news, your answer is wrong.”I gasped and whipped around.“Hey,” Lucas said, a small smile tugging at his lips.“You scared me!” I clutched my chest before narrowing my eyes. “What are you doing here? And what do you mean my answer is wrong?”“I was just passing by and saw y
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THIRD POVIt was a bright and lovely evening. The golden hues of the setting sun bathed the streets in a warm glow as Camilla busied herself in her shop, attending to her final client for the day. She expertly weaved through the strands of Mrs. Xander’s hair, her fingers moving with the ease of someone who had done this a thousand times.Then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a familiar car pulled up outside.Her heart skipped a beat. Vincent.For a moment, she simply stared, her breath catching in her throat. It had been a week, seven long days of unanswered calls and ignored messages. Frustration had brewed inside her, simmering into anger. But now, as she watched him through the shop’s glass window, a different feeling overtook her. Excitement and Anticipation.“He’s here,” she mumbled under her breath, trying to ignore the ridiculous flutter in her chest.Her fingers fumbled slightly as she reached for a hairpin, but she quickly composed herself. Now was not t
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THIRD POVVincent slid into the backseat of the car, his jaw tight, his body radiating irritation.“Drive,” he ordered, his tone clipped.Bianchi, seated beside him, said nothing at first, but Vincent could feel the weight of his stare. The man was practically vibrating with the urge to speak.Vincent ignored him, unlocking his phone and scrolling through his messages as if the encounter with Camilla hadn’t just set his nerves on fire.Silence stretched between them, tense and heavy. Bianchi couldn’t take it anymore.“Don.”Vincent exhaled sharply. “Yes, Bianchi?”A beat of hesitation.“I know you don’t want to talk about it, but you know how important Camilla is to us.” His voice was careful, measured. “Why did you treat her like that?”Vincent didn’t look up. He didn’t need to.“She is not indispensable, Bianchi,” he said flatly. “Especially when she’s making things difficult by pushing her silly emotions on me.”Bianchi let out a breath. “Then why did you mess with her in the first
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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
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BELLAI practically skipped down the stairs after changing into something more comfortable. My loungewear was perfect not just for relaxation, but for my main mission of bugging Lucas.But as soon as I reached the living room, I halted. He was nowhere to be seen. My brows furrowed as I scanned the space, expecting to find him sprawled on the couch. Instead, there was silence.How long would it take for him to get something to drink and come back?Ann emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. Over time, she had become more than just a familiar presence, she was a friend, even if our moments together were often brief.“Ann, where is Lucas?” I asked, my voice laced with confusion.She paused for a second before answering. “Two guards came and picked him up while you were gone.”Something about the way she said it made my stomach clench. “What do you mean, ‘picked him up’? Did he fall or something?” My brows knitted together.Ann shook her head. “I meant Don sent them to get
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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
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BELLA“No! Let me go, you bastard! You are a fucking molester. I’ll kill you!” I angrily yelled.“But your body is saying otherwise, Princess.” He moved his hand faster and the lewd sounds that filled the room made me burn in embarrassment.His voice was a low, sinful drawl against my ear. “Look at how tightly you’re wrapping yourself around me, how wet and welcoming your insides feel. Do you want to see just how much you long for me?”Vincent’s smirk was pure wickedness as he slowly withdrew his fingers from my aching hole. A shudder ran through me, the loss unbearable, but before I could even process it, he lifted his hand between us, his fingers glistening.Heat rushed to my face. I didn’t know if it was embarrassment, desire, or a dizzying mix of both. The air between us felt charged, thick with something dangerous and all-consuming.His grip tightened ever so slightly, holding me in place as his smoldering gaze locked onto mine. Without breaking eye contact, he brought his finger
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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
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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
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 82. His words aren’t threats
BELLABianchi led me to the mansion, and the moment I stepped inside, a tight knot twisted in my chest. My eyes instinctively searched the living room, half-expecting to see Vincent lounging on the couch, flipping through documents with that quiet focus he always wore. But he wasn’t there. The room was still.Bianchi came to a halt, turning just slightly as if he were making sure I followed. I wanted so badly to ask him where Vincent was, to break the heavy silence between us, but I couldn’t. He’d already warned me. He’d made it painfully clear that he couldn’t stand the sight of me.And honestly, I couldn’t blame him. His hatred was earned. I destroyed the one person who meant the world to both of us. I broke Vincent. I broke us.Even now, knowing I deserved every bit of Bianchi’s loathing, it still burned. It burned that I couldn’t say I’m sorry. That I couldn’t explain or try to make it right. I’d shattered Vincent’s trust and wounded him in the most unforgivable way. And what did
The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 81. His stance
VINCENT“You can’t seriously be considering this, right?” Bianchi’s voice cut through the silence like a blade, his eyes locked on mine with a mixture of disbelief and fury.I let out a long, weary sigh, dragging a hand down my face. I was tired, tired of thinking, tired of feeling, tired of the war inside my head.“You have got to be kidding me,” he snapped, stepping closer. “After everything that’s happened, after what she did, you really believe that child is yours? She’s been working with Santiago. Santiago!” he exclaimed.“How the hell can you be sure they haven’t been screwing behind your back the entire time?”His words were sharp, like shards of glass, cutting through my thoughts with brutal precision.“She’s a liar,” he continued, voice rising with frustration. “You know that. Even if she is pregnant, that doesn’t make it your problem. Just because you slept with her doesn’t make you the damn father.”I stared at the floor, jaw clenched. Every word he said echoed the fears I
