Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia’s Feisty Captive: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

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

BELLAVincent held out his hand, and I placed mine in his. His grip was warm, steady, grounding in a way I didn’t expect. He helped me down from the car with the kind of care that made my chest ache.I managed a soft smile as he handed the keys to the valet, and then we walked into the restaurant. Luxurious didn’t begin to describe it. Crystal chandeliers, soft golden lighting, and the kind of elegance that made you lower your voice instinctively. I felt like I didn’t belong, like I was walking through someone else’s dream.But Vincent, he didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he didn’t care. He pulled out a chair for me in a quiet, secluded corner. Away from the noise, the stares, the judgment.“Thank you,” I said, surprised at how breathless I sounded.He gave a small nod, lips tugging into the barest hint of a smile as he sat across from me. The waiter approached moments later and took our orders, speaking to Vincent like he was someone important. Someone respected.I waited until the wa

VINCENT“What the fuck did I just hear?” Bianchi’s voice cracked through the room like a whip. “Why are you doing this? I thought we talked about it. We agreed, you were going to keep your distance. And now what? You’re taking her to school?”His eyes blazed with anger, his hands clenched at his sides like he was fighting the urge to punch something.“Why are you so worked up about it?” I shot back, trying to stay calm, though my jaw tightened. “It’s normal for us to get close again, Bianchi. She’s carrying my child.”He stared at me like I’d grown another head. “We don’t even know if it’s yours!” he snapped. “And need I remind you that she nearly got you killed? She is not good for you. You need to stay away from her.”I let out a long sigh, running a hand through my hair in frustration. “I know you don’t like her, man. But she’s changed. Anyone who’s been held captive, manipulated, and lied to would react the same way she did. She was scared and misled. But she knows better now. She

BELLA“Are you ready for me?” Vincent growled, his voice dark and rough against my skin.A needy moan ripped from my throat. “Fuck… yes. I need you,” I gasped, my body trembling with desperation. “Please… just put it in.”I surged forward, crashing my lips onto his, pouring every ounce of hunger and aching need into the kiss. Our mouths moved in perfect chaos, wild and desperate as if we were trying to consume each other. Lust, longing, everything I’d buried came pouring out.Then, oh god, he slid into me.I gasped, eyes fluttering shut as I felt every thick inch of him stretch and fill me. Tears welled in my eyes. It was overwhelming, full and warm, and perfect.He pulled back, slowly, teasing, and I cried out, arching into him.“Vincent, please…”He smirked against my mouth, like a devil in disguise, and thrust back in fucking me with deep, slow strokes.“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, pressing his forehead to mine. “You feel so fucking good.”My fingers clawed at his back as he moved ins

BELLAI was sitting on the balcony, cradling a warm cup of milk that Amira had brought up for me, letting the quiet hum of the evening soothe my nerves. The breeze danced against my skin, but it wasn’t enough to calm the uneasy flutter in my chest.Then I saw the cars.Headlights cut through the dusk as the gates opened, and a line of sleek black vehicles rolled in. My brows pulled together instinctively. My pulse skipped when I recognized the license plate of the one in front. Vincent’s car.The cup slipped from my hands, crashing against the tiles and spilling milk across the floor, but I didn’t care. I was already on my feet, tearing out of the room with my heart galloping in my chest.Please let it be him.I flung the door open, and the moment I saw him stepping out of the car, tall and perfect and mine, my heart burst wide open.I didn’t wait. I sprinted across the steps and threw myself into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist, arms locked around his neck. He caught me easi