Todos os capítulos de Kidnapped by The Billionaire The Mafia Boss's Captive: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

"Yeah, it really is, Aleksander," I admit.I don't pull away from the strange, dizzying pull he exerts on me. I don't even understand why it happens; it's maddening, making me feel sick and deranged to look at him this way.After a while, hunger creeps in, but I dare not speak up. His moods are so volatile and unpredictable that I hesitate to ask if we are actually going to eat.It is he who finally brings it up, likely hungry himself.We end up at an upscale Italian restaurant, one of the city's finest. It is massive, featuring a terrace, sophisticated decor, and a bustling atmosphere for dining or grabbing a drink. Italian gastronomy is hard to resist, and I give in. Alongside typical pizzeria staples like pasta and wood-fired pizzas, they offer refined dishes with elegant touches, including a Spanish gazpacho that we immediately order.The waiter brings out an expansive spread: pasta, gazpacho, lasagna, cheese-smothered steak with potatoes, and a Caesar salad. Everything is exquisi

POV. AleksanderI despise having my plans upended. I hate when my men turn cautious—what they call caution, I call cowardice. I'm done wasting time. I'll deal with that idiot myself, and if it triggers World War III, so be it."Dominic, we're leaving," I order. I refuse to leave him alone with Luna, especially given the way I've caught him staring at her."Can't I stay and chat with your friend?"Not a chance in hell."No, you can't!""I'll go back up to my room. I'm not feeling well," Luna announces, standing up from her chair. See you later.Good girl, little Luna."See you around, Luna," Dominic replies with a lingering smile.I catch Alena's eye and give her a subtle nod. She knows what to do with Miller. I turn back to my brother, who is glaring at me with open hostility."Why do we have to leave right now?" he whines.His constant complaining tests my last nerve."First of all, you shouldn't even be here. Second, we're leaving because I said so. Do you think I'm blind, Dominic?

I don't want to go to Italy. I refuse to run like I'm an accomplice to whatever war he just triggered. Seeing me frozen in place, Aleksander shoves me hard from behind, barking orders for me to sprint toward the waiting vehicles outside.I have no choice. I run.An overdose of adrenaline floods my veins. This is a manhunt, but there are no good guys here—just wolves tearing each other apart. Are we even going to survive this flight? Aleksander keeps checking the rearview mirror every two seconds, and his paranoia makes my skin crawl. He drives like a maniac, taking sharp mountain curves at breakneck speeds.I squeeze my eyes shut, silently praying we don't crash and burn."Why are we going to Italy?!" I sob out, the terror finally breaking my voice.He doesn't even slow down for the bend. My heart feels like it's trying to batter its way out of my ribs. Am I having a heart attack? Does he have any idea how treacherous these roads are in the winter?"Mariola threw herself in front of t

"Don't you like it, or are you afraid of getting drunk?" he asks. The smile playing on his lips is an accomplice to his eyes inspecting me. "Tell me.""No, it's not because of that," I say without looking at him, sighing. Then I meet his gaze. "I just consider it in poor taste; to me, it's not delicious."We ate in silence for the next few minutes, though every so often I felt his powerful gaze upon me. For my part, I did the same without him noticing. What was I thinking when I agreed to marry him? Ah, yes, I remember: I was thinking about my life; only for that am I willing to carry his last name."The food turned out well," he comments. I take it as a compliment from him—very rare as it is, it's praise on his part. I give him a fleeting smile. "It's not perfect, but not bad either."My expression changes. Who does he think he is to mock me? At least I satisfied his appetite; he didn't leave a single crumb on his plate. He's an idiot, surely trying to piss me off."Thanks anyway."I

"I don't think...""Listen, pay close attention," he tells me. I wish I could get up and leave, because where this conversation is leading is the wrong place. "If our relationship becomes known beyond the circle in which I move as a mafia leader—because if you marry me, it will be international news—then you'll say you left everything behind fearing that exposing our love under the spotlight would have brought trouble."What he says sounds unconvincing; there are loose ends, details that won't fit."I won't disappoint Dad and I won't lie to him. Getting involved with you tarnishes my last name; it's a lie that doesn't play in the Millers' favor. I don't like it, I'm not sure, but you're putting me between a sword and a wall. It's my life or nothing," I sigh deeply, inhaling the oxygen my lungs urgently need. "I accept, but I want a divorce and my freedom once that year passes, agreed?""It's a deal," he extends his hand to me. I accept the light shake. "Who would have thought I'd have