All Chapters of Mafia's Captive Desire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The brunette gasped softly as another wave of pleasure hit her, making her body shake before she collapsed into the sheets, fast asleep.Barry lay still for a moment, watching her. Then, he sighed and got out of bed. Moving smoothly, he stretched his arms and walked to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, letting the cold water wake him up as he washed away the sweat. His body relaxed, but his mind stayed sharp.By the time he stepped out, drying his hair, two loud knocks came at the door. He was buttoning up his white shirt when he said, "Come in."The girl stirred, pulling the sheets around her as the door opened. Barry didn’t look at her. One of his men walked in, standing straight."Sir," the man said. "We found him."Barry paused before finishing his last button. His eyes narrowed. "Where?""In the boroughs. He just left an apartment. He’s with a woman."Barry smirked. Predictable."We can go after him tonight," the man suggested.Barry shot him a cold look. "No. Bring Carrick

A DAY LATERLucy found herself shoved into a sleek, black car with tinted windows. She seethed inwardly but accepted her fate. After all, she had brought this upon herself.Thankfully, Barry wasn't with her. Instead, one of his henchmen sat beside her in the back seat."Where are we going?" she asked. The man only grunted and turned away. She bit her lip, feeling like a puppet on strings. She hated it but knew she had no choice."Fine, don't tell me," she muttered, looking away.Suddenly, the car stopped. She peered out, confused by the desolate surroundings. What was going on?Before she could react, a bag was thrust over her head. She tried to scream but was silenced by the man's gruff voice. "Boss's orders. Don't struggle," he snarled.Was this Barry's plan? To kill her?"Relax," he warned. "If you don't, accidents might happen."Lucy got the message, stay still or risk dying. She took deep breaths, trying to calm down as the car resumed its journey.She lost track of time before t

Lucy was taken out of the underground in silence. No one said a word as they led her to Barry’s mansion. By day, she stayed in one of his grand rooms, resting and recovering. But at night, she was taken back to the underground, like a shadow moving between two worlds.Her room was next to Barry’s. It was as large and well-furnished as his own. The bed was soft, the curtains thick and heavy, and the closets were so big they could fill a boutique. Lucy’s mouth had fallen open the first time she stepped inside. The luxury didn’t comfort her. Instead, it made her uneasy. What exactly was going on?It was her third day in the mansion. She hadn’t seen Barry since the night she passed out. The maids brought her food, clean clothes, and anything else she needed. No one spoke much to her. She wanted fresh air, to feel the sun or breeze on her skin, but she was too scared to break any rules. For now, she stayed inside.That morning, Lucy woke early. The room was quiet except for the soft chirp

The club was almost empty when one of Barry’s men came up to Lucy. The man was tall, quiet, and his face showed nothing. He simply said, “Boss wants to see you. Now.”Lucy’s heart skipped. She wiped her sweaty hands on her short skirt and nodded. There was no use asking why. When Barry called, you went.The man led her through a side door and up a narrow staircase that creaked under their steps. At the top, he opened a door and motioned for her to go in. Then he closed it behind her, leaving her alone with Barry.The office was big but cold. Dark wood walls, a long desk, and large windows that looked down over the club. Barry sat behind the desk, dressed sharp in black. His hair was neat, his face hard, his eyes like ice. He didn’t smile.“Sit,” he said, pointing to the chair across from him.Lucy sat, her back straight, hands folded tight in her lap.For a moment, Barry just watched her. His gaze felt heavy, like he could see right through her. Lucy tried not to look away, but her he

The car moved smoothly through the night, city lights casting flashes of gold and silver across Lucy’s face. She stared out the window, her heart pounding and mind racing. The soft rustle of her silver dress filled the quiet space inside the car. Barry sat beside her, his hand resting lightly on hers, his thumb brushing her knuckles now and then.She wished he wouldn’t touch her.From the corner of her eye, she could see his sharp black suit, the clean lines of his jacket, the cold strength in his jaw. He looked like a king on his way to claim his crown.“You look worried." Barry said after a while, his voice low but clear.Lucy didn’t turn to him. “I’m not worried. I’m thinking.” She muttered.“About what?” His thumb kept stroking her hand. Slow and steady.“About why I’m here. About what this night is for.” Her voice was tight, as she chose her words carefully.Barry smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You’re here because I want you here. That’s reason enough.” He stated.Lucy bi