Todos los capítulos de Kidnapped by The Billionaire The Mafia Boss's Captive: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

I felt the mattress dip beside me, and I instantly knew who it was. A warm tingle spread across my spine as his hand traced my back through the darkness. My skin betrayed me; I didn't push him away. Who was I kidding? The second his fingers brushed against me, I was ready to surrender.My breathing accelerated, losing control as I kept up the pretense of being asleep. Like an expert thief, his palm moved upward in a slow, hypnotic caress over my cheek. The tender gesture carried a silent demand—an unspoken plea to melt together, to consume and be consumed.I rolled over, looking up at his striking face under the pale wash of moonlight. He looked breathtaking, like a predatory wolf stepping out of the shadows to devour me. And god help me, I wanted him to. I offered a small, breathless smile. As deeply as I loved him and as much as I wanted him to make me his right then and there, I needed answers about his mysterious "meeting" earlier."Where were you?" I blurted out, unable to hold i

I still can't shake Dad’s phone call. The idea of him showing up at a mobster's funeral makes my stomach turn—especially since he has no clue who Elmo really was.What can I do? Probably nothing.Damn it!I can't focus on anything. Not even the quiet stillness inside the apartment, where it's just Matthew and me while the bodyguards stand watch outside. While he remains glued to one of his favorite animated movies, I pack a bag with the essentials. My thoughts keep drifting back to Aleksander. Does he know Dad is planning to go? I'm not even sure my father mentioned it to him.If those men know Gregg as my father, it puts him right in the crosshairs. I am married to the enemy—the very man responsible for Ferreti’s murder. Good God, I have to stop him from going. The only way is to tell Aleksander.Right. That's what I'll do.I grab my phone and dial, and to my relief, he answers on the first ring.“Alek, I need to tell you something.”“I hope this is actually important; I’m about to w

I shake my head, trying to clear the static. Remembering that night brings a double-edged wave of panic. We weren't careful—hell, I stopped taking my pills days ago. The sudden possibility of another pregnancy paralyzes me. This is the worst possible time, the absolute worst environment.Stop borrowing trouble. There's no proof yet.I walk into the bathroom, pausing to take in the recent remodel. Crisp white mosaic tiles mixed with iridescent shimmer and warm LED accents. It feels like a high-end alpine cabin, complete with a freestanding tub parked right next to a modern fireplace.I sink into the hot water, soaking in the temporary quiet. It has to be brief; Matthew is napping upstairs, and he could wake up at any second.Left alone with my thoughts, the past rushes in. Love him or hate him, the ache of missing him hasn't faded, and it hasn't even been twenty-four hours since I last saw his face. My brain instinctively claws for anything to hold onto.My eyes snap open in the dark,

I make it to the private elevator, punching the floor number as the heavy doors slide shut. The metal cage sways beneath my feet, a constant reminder of how unsteady I still am. It's infuriating. All I want is a bed and a hard crash.Instead, I get this.The moment I step out into our penthouse, the heavy silence hits me like a physical blow. The place feels like a morgue. Questions start tearing through my head: Is this how I'm going to end up? I used to thrive in isolation, never giving a damn. But now there's Luna. There's Matthew. The brutal truth is that I am a walking hazard to the people I love most.I drag myself down the hall toward the master wing, pausing outside a door I don't want to push open. Ours. I hate walking past that empty bed, hating the cold expanse of her side even more. The hours drag by in a miserable blur. Exhausted, I sink straight down onto the cold hallway floor, pulling out my phone. My screen lights up with a string of missed calls from Luna.Did someth

He helps me clear the dishes, but I convince him to grab Matt and get ready. It's the only way to buy some time, and he finally agrees. Now that I'm alone in the kitchen, I find myself seriously meditating on today's events. When the day is done, will I actually find myself tempted to reverse my decision and stay far away from Alek? Honestly, I don't know. Ever since he showed up, I feel this overwhelming urge to change the narrative and run right back to his side. Some other force outside this world keeps holding me back, though I can't tell if it's for better or worse. The only thing I'm certain of is that my heart keeps pulling me in opposite directions. Once I finish cleaning up, I waste no time jumping into the shower. It's a quick rinse, but just long enough to revitalize my skin. I don't want to dress up or look overly dramatic. A nice pair of jeans and a pink blouse strike the right, understated tone. I brush my hair and, since I rarely wear makeup anyway, I skip the heavy pr