All Chapters of Be My Slave: A Mafia Romance : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

MIGUEL Catalina didn't understand me. I keep telling her no for her own good. What was I thinking when I added giving her a company as a clause in the contract? The companies I have were just coverups for more illicit and illegal activities. I don't want her to get involved in something like that. What if it scares her away? And Pablo, he was hunting for her like a crazy dog.She's been locked up in her room for hours now and I didn't know if going to talk to her was the best thing to do. I looked at the files that had been on my desk since morning. The best thing would be to destroy them right? I've had it for a while now and always thought of what to do with them. Should I show her? She deserves to know right? I kept asking myself over the months I've known her, and now that we've gotten closer, I'm even more scared to tell her the truth I've been keeping from her. Maybe later, but for now these files have to be destroyed. I'd burn them later, for now I just threw them in the

CATALINA The room was dark, little rays of light streamed in through the windows. I guessed this even though my eyes were covered with a blindfold. It smelled like mold and dust and gasoline. This should be in an abandoned warehouse.I tried to move and the ropes that were used to tie me up bit into my wrists, I had to stay still to avoid the pain shooting up my arms. My heart hammered so loudly in my chest. How long has it been now? An hour? Two hours?I didn't know, I couldn't tell.Who was responsible for my kidnap?Pablo?Olivia?I felt another pain but it wasn't because of the ropes that bound my hands together, it was due to the feeling of betrayal that tugged at my heart. Miguel had a wife all this time. Why wasn't she with him and why did he do all those things with me if he had a wife?I heard a door creak somewhere behind me and turned instinctively, though I couldn't see a thing. Then I heard footsteps getting closer to me."You awake, princess?" a rough voice sneered.

MIGUEL“She ran away and got into a cab”.When my guys told me this over the phone, I began to feel worried.I sat in my office, tapping a pen against my desk, pretending to focus on some meaningless file. But in truth, I couldn't concentrate…something felt off. If she ventured on some solo outing, she should have returned or called.I checked my phone again. No calls. No messages. I began getting too uneasy, her stubborn attitude was becoming too much, she was so eager to work so why did she leave and where was she headed to?Without thinking, I pulled out the small tracking app installed on my phone. The tracker. I hated that I had to do it, hated that it made me feel like I was betraying her trust. But with Pablo on the lookout for her, it seemed like a necessary thing to do. I had secretly planted a tracker on Catalina after her first attempt to escape from me and I didn't think I'd get to use it this way.The little blinking dot on the screen was moving fast…out of the city and i

CATALINA “Okay.”I paused, shocked that he would agree to my request.“Okay?”He nodded. “I told you I'll do anything to fix this. If this is what you want then I'll oblige, even if it hurts me deeply to let you go.”“You mean I'm…I'm free to go?”“I'll end the contract myself so you don't have to pay any fees. You can leave whenever you want, but I only have one request.”I swallowed. “What request?”“That you let me get you a place and assign a few people to guard you.”“What's the difference? I'm not really free from you then.”“The difference is that these people will only work for you and you don't need to answer to me. I'm doing this because I don't trust Pablo to leave you alone. I won't be around you unless you say otherwise.”I looked at him, trying to find the lie, the catch, anything that hinted this was just another manipulation. But for the first time, Miguel looked... defeated. Not the cold, calculating man I’d grown used to, but a man standing on the edge, letting go

CATALINA Three weeks now. Three weeks since I left Miguel's house. I won't lie, it hasn't been such a bad experience for me. I was working, I could leave the house anytime I wanted, I didn't have to be at Miguel's beck and call. He kept true to his words, he hadn't tried to contact me since I left. I knew he was still secretly keeping tabs on me but I appreciated the fact that he did it from a distance. I missed him sometimes though, the distance from him didn't change the way I felt, it only made me yearn for him each passing day. Well, I was the one that asked to be away from him, wasn't I? I had to…I felt really hurt and betrayed by him. And was doing him a favor by leaving willingly right? He didn't want the kind of life he lived for me so he kept telling me to leave when any slightest opportunity to do so came up…and that I did.“So he's doing alright?” I asked Andrés. We've been talking secretly on the phone for the past few weeks. He checked on me and sometimes I asked abou