บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia’s Feisty Captive: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

BELLA“So what do you want to do? Should we just stay indoors or is there anything you want to try out tonight?” Vincent asked as we lay cuddled up in bed.My face was pressed to his chest as I took in his scent. It had this calming effect on me and I loved it. “How about we go clubbing?” I asked and he froze underneath me.“No.” He said and I gasped as I straddled him and grabbed and cupped his cheeks.“Why not? You didn’t even ask why I chose to go there?” I said with a small pout on my face.“I can’t take you clubbing Princess, it’s dangerous. You’re pregnant, remember?” Vincent asked and my pout deepened“Just for tonight. Please… I just want to experience going to the club with my man. Don’t you want that too? Having fun, dancing together…” I trailed off as I started to rock my ass against him.“And me rocking my ass against you. Don’t you want to have all that with me? Please daddy.” I whispered and his Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed.“I want to have so many memories with yo

THIRD POVSantiago froze the moment the words slipped from her lips. His eyes widened in disbelief, the color draining from his face. Fabiola only smirked, tilting her head slightly as she studied him like a lioness sizing up her prey.He coughed, a shaky sound, and rose from his seat with a blank expression but his stiff posture gave him away. She could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to push past her.“I don’t know what you’re talking about, ma’am. Have a nice day.” Santiago said but Fabiola was not one to back down. Especially not after she spent a fortune to track him down.She grabbed his arm but he angrily pulled it off him.“Don’t touch me.” He hissed.Santiago wanted to leave before anyone else noticed what was happening. He was already having a slight panic attack because she tracked him down.He wouldn’t allow himself to just go down after laying low to gather more power and men to destroy Vincent. He won’t let it go to waste just because a random girl wanted t

VINCENTI can’t let them take her. Not again. Not ever.My legs burned and my heart pounded as blood poured from the stab wound in my arm, but I didn’t stop. I threw myself into the car and started the engine with shaking hands.My breath came in harsh pants as I sped onto the road, locking my eyes on the cars ahead. They were fast, but I wasn’t letting them out of my sight.I snatched my phone and dialed Bianchi. He picked up on the third ring.“Don? Where are you? I thought your flight left an hour ago. Why…”I cut him off. “Bella!” I panted. “Bella’s has been taken,” I said and there was silence on the other side.“How? What happened?” Bianchi asked“I don’t know Bianchi. One minute we were on our way back to the mansion and the next minute a car blocked my path. These masked men came out and started attacking me. I don’t know them but they have taken Bella and I need to get her back right now!” I said“Calm down Don. You don’t sound like you are okay. Please come back to the mansi

VINCENT“What do you mean you lost her?” I snapped, glaring at Bianchi as she stood before me, looking anything but pleased with herself.“I’m sorry, Don. I was watching her, but then she just disappeared. I don’t know how she did it.”“One job, Bianchi. I gave you one damn job, keep your eyes on her at all times. And what did you do? The second she steps out of the house, you lose her? How the hell does that even happen?” I slammed my hands on the table, the sound echoing through the room. “Do you have any idea how critical every lead is right now? How could you be so careless?”“I’m sorry, Don. I underestimated her,” she said quietly.I closed my eyes and ran a hand through my hair, trying to breathe through the frustration burning in my chest. Losing my temper wouldn’t solve anything but damn, it was tempting.“You lost Fabiola. Fine. What about the car? Have you at least been able to track it?” I asked, clinging to the hope that something had gone right and I would get some good n

BELLAIt’s been a month since the kidnap and life has been good. It felt like everything was finally back in place. I felt lighter, happier, and better than ever.Vincent has been amazing and I couldn’t be happier as I walked around the garden. The smell of the flowers soothed my heart as I walked around.My hands were wrapped protectively around my huge bump as I moved around. It looked like I was waddling but I didn’t care. Vincent would have been here with me but he was busy in the office.I walked back toward the chair, exhaustion weighing down my limbs. Just as I was about to sit, I froze in surprise.Bianchi was already there, arms outstretched.His hands landed gently on my shoulders, guiding me down with surprising care. The wooden bench was cool against my skin, and I sat in silence, unsure of what to say. He settled beside me without a word, letting out a quiet sigh as his eyes drifted to the blooming flowers ahead of us.“I’m sorry,” he said suddenly.The words hit me like