Semua Bab Mafia's Captive Desire : Bab 11 - Bab 20

The soft light of morning streamed through the tall windows, casting warm stripes across the floor. Lucy blinked her eyes open slowly. The ache in her head had faded, though her body still felt weak and heavy. She pushed herself up, rubbing at her eyes.Her room was silent. The air smelled faintly of fresh flowers and clean sheets. A tray sat on the small table near the bed, tea, untouched. The drip was gone from her arm now. Someone had cleaned her up and left her to rest.Lucy swung her legs over the side of the bed. She needed to stretch, to walk, to feel normal again. The night before felt like a bad dream, the wine, the pain, Barry’s cold voice, the dark blur as she passed out.She stepped out into the hall, bare feet soft on the floor. The house was quiet, but as she neared the stairs, low voices reached her ears. A woman’s soft laugh.Curious, Lucy crept down a few steps, careful not to make a sound. The voices came from the sitting room below.Lucy peeked around the corner, he

That same evening, the black car waited at the steps like it always did, dark and quiet, almost like a shadow. The breeze brushed softly against Lucy’s skin as she stepped outside, wrapping her arms around herself. Her simple jeans and blouse were a small change from the flashy outfits she'd been forced to wear in the club.Vanessa stood near the car, waving the moment she spotted her. She wore a light blue dress and sneakers, looking fresh and full of energy.“You look so normal,” Vanessa teased with a grin. “It’s weird. But in a good way.”Lucy chuckled, tugging at her blouse. “It feels weird too. I almost forgot what normal felt like.”Vanessa raised a brow. “Well, get used to it for today. Come on, girl. We’re going shopping.”Lucy smiled and nodded. “As I’ll ever be.”They both got into the back seat. One guard sat in the front beside the driver, and the other car followed close behind as they pulled away from the house.The ride was quiet. The guards didn’t say a word, only look

BARRY'S WAREHOUSE : NIGHTThe warehouse smelled like oil, sweat, and blood. It stood at the edge of the docks, far from the city noise. Cold air rushed in through the broken windows, but no one dared to complain.Barry stepped inside, his boots echoing across the concrete floor. He didn’t rush. He never did. His black coat brushed his legs with each step, and his eyes were cold, sharp, and unreadable.Two of his men followed close behind, keeping silent. Everyone knew better than to speak unless Barry asked a question.Three men knelt in the middle of the room. Their hands were tied behind their backs. One of them was bleeding from his lip. Another had a black eye. The third kept shaking like a leaf.A fourth man, one of Barry’s trusted enforcers, stood nearby, wiping blood off his knuckles with a rag.“They tried to steal your shipment, Boss,” he said. “We caught them near the south docks. They had three crates already opened.”Barry said nothing. He looked down at the three men like

A few hours later, Lucy found herself wandering again. The book now sat on her nightstand. She had finished another chapter but couldn’t shake the restlessness. Her feet led her down a long hallway she hadn’t explored before.A door at the end was slightly ajar. Voices drifted from inside.Curious, she pushed it open just enough and stepped in.The room fell silent.Five men sat around a large table. Maps, folders, and glasses of water were in front of them. At the head of the table, Barry turned slowly in his chair.His cold eyes landed on her."Lost, little bird?" he asked, voice calm but sharp.Lucy froze. "I...I'm sorry. I didn’t know this room was being used. I was just... walking."He held her gaze for a long beat. Then, to everyone’s surprise, he said, "Come here."She hesitated. "Master I...""Now."Her feet moved before her mind caught up.He pointed to his lap. "Sit."Her heart jumped. She blinked at him, unsure if she heard right."What?..." she whispered.The men in the ro

Her breath caught in her throat.Lucy stood frozen at the doorway, eyes fixed on the far end of the room. It wasn’t the dim lights that held her in place.It was the photo.There, framed on the shelf, sitting neatly between files and a stack of old books… was a picture of her parents.Her chest tightened.“What…?” she whispered, her voice barely making a sound.She stepped closer, slow and careful like the floor might collapse beneath her. Her knees felt weak. Her hands trembled. The closer she got, the clearer it became.It wasn’t a mistake. It wasn’t someone who looked like them.It was them.Her father, smiling. Her mother, laughing in that same red dress Lucy remembered from old family photos. Her father’s arm around her mother’s waist like he always used to do.It was real. Her skin prickled, and a cold shiver ran down her spine.“What is this doing here?” she breathed, her voice shaking now.Memories flooded her mind, her childhood, the last day she saw her parents alive, the fi