Todos os capítulos de Kidnapped By The Mafia Boss: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

My footsteps are unwilling, heart refusing to step inside the building where Ryan, Giovani, and Wyatt live. When the three of them were traveling, my mother was the one dusting their shelves and taking care of their plants. She even filled the fridge with food yesterday. "Thank you so much for taking care of our house." Ryan smiles at my mother with a cup of coffee in his hand. He is leaning against the counter with his back. He looks over at me. "Why don't you join Wyatt and... Uh, your friend in the living room?" Because Angelica is hitting on your son, Ryan—that's why. I forcefully glue a smile to my lips. "Sure, why not?" Ryan looks amused, but I can't for the life of me figure out why. Perhaps he can feel the attraction I feel towards his son? It wouldn't surprise me—Ryan is a wise older man, and he is sharp. "Have fun," Ryan smirks. "Oh, and Maeve?" I spin around, catching his growing smirk. I can see where Wyatt gets his handsom

Victor I'm down on my knees, breathing like a steady drum as my father is giving me instructions. My hands are kneading the red carpet beneath me; head slightly bent to show obedience. "I want you to kidnap the human girl." Marcus, my father, is breathing hard while pacing the room. "Maeve is the daughter of Zoya, one name on my death list. If we bring her here, then the rest will come out of their hiding place." I respectfully nod. For as long as I can remember, I've wanted my father's acceptance. He barely talks with me, but today, he has given me a mission—infiltrate the human fishing village, and kidnap this girl. It will be an effortless task. We have men inside already. "I will make you proud, father," I tell him without meeting his eyes. Looking at your elder without permission is disrespectful, and my father is the most outstanding leader I know. "Give me a week, and this girl will be locked up in your cellar as your prisoner." My fath

I'm sitting with Victor on the couch, smugly smiling, when I notice Wyatt glaring at Victor. His face is that of pure jealousy, and with the most giant, most satisfied smile, I turn to Victor. "So, Victor, do you know Angelica? Or did you come here without an invitation?" I ask the man, who won't stop looking around as if it's his first time being at a party. Victor meets my eyes, still wearing that blush from earlier. "I didn't receive an invitation," He admits. "But as soon as I walked past this house, some girl dragged me inside. She fell asleep in the hallway after talking for about an hour about her garden. I tried waking her, but she was dead to the world." "Oh," I laugh. "Brown long hair and big boobs? Glasses?" Victor nods. "That's Ashley," I tell him. "She started drinking ten hours ago, so it doesn't shock me that she passed out." His lips curl. "I've never had alcohol before." I stare at him. "You must be joking!"

Wyatt I grab a bottle and pour up some scotch, making my dad laugh from the table. He is cutting into his steak, shaking his head at me. As usual, he is reading my mother's diary on his Saturday night. She wrote three before she passed, and my dad loves reading them during the weekend. He can often be found smiling to himself because of her witty writing. "Where is Maeve?" He asks from the kitchen table, turning a page to smile in amusement. "Did she cancel on you, or is she late?" "She probably stood me up." I clench the glass in my hand, angry because my heart is breaking. Maeve is a drug. No matter how hard I fight, I can't get her smile out of my head! "Not surprising, considering how you have been behaving." My dad smirks at me from behind his reading glasses. "Bringing other women here when she is your mate was a real classy move." I turn around. "Maeve doesn't like me—okay? You don't have to tell me I'm an asshole. I'm aware! I shouldn'

WyattI’ve never wanted to punch someone as much as I long to beat the crap out of Victor right now. The sun is melting us alive. I’m not exaggerating! We are cookies slowly turning crisp and delicious in the oven, and the bastard is singing Whitney Houston’s “I Will Always Love You,” and he is tone-deaf!Is there a worse hell than this?!“AND I AHHHHH I AHHHH!” Victor is holding out his arms, rupturing the last nerve in my forehead. His eyes are closed, enjoying the moment of breaking my eardrums.I’m burning like the morning star. “Will you shut the fuck up?!”Victor grins at me. “You don’t like my singing?”I snap my fingers, enjoying every moment of Victor screaming at the vision I’m showing him. Excellent. I sent him to a black space where his song is magnified. He should give up soon and agree to never open his fucking mouth again.I don’t