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All Chapters of Mafia's Captive Desire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Taking Her Side

The soft morning light peeked through the tall kitchen windows as Lucy stood by the counter, flipping eggs in a pan. She wore a loose t-shirt and soft pajama pants, her feet bare on the cold marble floor. The quiet hum of the fridge and the sizzle of butter were the only sounds in the room.It was one of those rare moments where she felt calm. No guards. No noise. Just the smell of food and a bit of peace.She plated the eggs and toasted bread, humming quietly to herself.Then heels clicked against the floor.Lucy froze, the hair on her neck standing up.She turned slowly.Barry’s fiancée strolled into the kitchen like it belonged to her. Her makeup was fresh, even this early. Her lips curled into something between a smirk and a sneer.Lucy turned back to her breakfast without saying a word.“Give me a glass of water,” the woman said, not even looking at her properly. Like she expected to be obeyed.Lucy didn’t answer. But she quietly walked to the sink, filled a glass, and placed it

A Fight

CLUB DRESSING ROOM : NIGHTThe mirror lights buzzed softly as Lucy adjusted the thin strap of her dress, fingers trembling slightly. Her cheeks still held the heat from the earlier scene on the club floor. But Barry’s words rang in her head like a warning bell.“Go back to work.”So here she was. Composed on the outside, storming inside. Calm and minding her business.Vanessa sat on the bench nearby, legs crossed, touching up her lip gloss with a practiced hand. She glanced at Lucy now and then, sensing her tension but not prying. Some nights were better left unspoken.Then the door creaked open.The energy in the room shifted as Carina stepped in.She sauntered in like she owned the place, blonde hair piled high, lips red like blood, hips swaying with pure spite.Lucy saw her reflection in the mirror but didn’t flinch.“Didn’t expect to see you down here. Thought you’d be upstairs with Master, keeping him ‘busy’ like always.” Carina mocked.Her voice dripped poison. Every word was a

Your Punishment

Barry didn’t loosen his grip for a second.Lucy stumbled behind him, her heels scraping the concrete floor as he pulled her through a narrow hallway lit by one flickering bulb. Workers and dancers parted silently, not daring to interfere.She didn’t stop fighting him.“Let me go!” she snapped, jerking her arm, but his grip only tightened.“Shut up,” he muttered through gritted teeth.The hallway ended at a heavy black door, the back exit. He shoved it open with his shoulder and yanked her out. The cold night air hit her skin, making her realize how warm her blood still was from the fight. Her breathing hadn’t slowed, her chest rising and falling like she was still in the middle of it.Barry marched her across the empty parking lot, past two black cars and into the shadows.“You think you’re tough?” he muttered, not even looking at her. “Starting a damn fight in the dressing room like some street rat?”“She shoved Vanessa!” Lucy shouted, trying to dig her heels into the ground, but he

In Too Deep

Barry didn’t move right away.His hands rested on her hips, holding her in place. His face was right next to hers, so close she could feel the rough brush of his stubble when he finally spoke.“You should be.”His voice was low, deep, and full of heat.Lucy’s lips parted. But she didn’t flinch. She didn't pull back. She met his eyes in the rearview mirror. Fire. Rage. And something else flickering beneath it.She felt his fingers tighten slightly on her waist. Not in anger this time. In control. In warning. In want.The air in the car grew heavy. Hot.His other hand moved up, brushing her wild hair away from her face, slowly. Gently. The same hand that had just punished her now moved like it wanted to memorize her.“You think you’re brave?” he whispered.“I think I’m not yours to control.”His eyes darkened.“But you’re on my lap,” he said, leaning in so his lips almost touched the shell of her ear.“And you haven’t moved.”A shiver shot down her spine.Lucy hated the way her body rea

Burn

His lips were on hers again. Slower this time. Less fire, more burn.Like he wanted to memorize her mouth. The way she moved, the way she tasted. His hand moved to cup her jaw, thumb brushing her cheek, and Lucy melted into the kiss, her fingers curled tight into his shirt like she couldn’t stand the space between them.Their breaths were shaky, tangled.Then she felt it, his fingers sliding down the side of her waist, under her shirt, warm and steady, until they brushed lower... lower.She gasped softly into his mouth.His touch grazed the band of her panties, just teasing the strings, tugging them slightly. But he didn’t go further. Not yet.Her eyes fluttered open for a second, catching the way he looked at her, his eyes dark, focused, locked on her like he was watching every tiny reaction.“You’re already soaked, sweetheart,” he whispered, voice thick and rough near her ear. “And I’ve barely touched you.”Lucy’s breath caught. Her thighs pressed together on instinct, but she didn’

In Her Thoughts

“Get out,” Barry said, his voice cold and sharp.Lucy blinked.“What?”“I said get out,” he repeated, not even looking at her. His hand gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing holding his anger in place.Her heart dropped.She looked around, and that’s when she noticed, his car was parked right outside the penthouse building. The street lamps cast a soft glow across the sidewalk, and the familiar black gate stood tall just a few feet away.They were here. Already. And she was still in the back seat.Her throat tightened. It hadn’t been real.None of it.Not the kiss.Not his touch.Not the heat curling between them.Just her stupid, wild thoughts running off on their own again. Just her mind filling the space with things that didn’t exist. That didn’t happen.Her legs pressed together quickly when she felt that same... ache. Like her body hadn’t gotten the message that it had all been in her head.God. She’d imagined everything. Every damn thing.She’d fought someone ton

Ruin Him

BARRY'S PENTHOUSE : LIVING ROOMBarry stood by the wide window, his arms crossed over his chest, eyes fixed on the city lights below.He hadn’t moved since they got back.His jaw clenched as he remembered Lucy’s face. The way her eyes had gone soft. Dazed. Like she wasn’t even in the car anymore.Like she wanted something from him. He let out a breath and dragged a hand through his hair.This was exactly why he didn’t want her in his world.Too many eyes. Too much noise. And tonight, it got to her.She was already drawing attention,.the kind of attention that always came with a price. She didn’t even realize it.When that girl at the club had called her names, he saw it from the camera. The way Lucy’s whole body tensed. The way her pride kicked in. She didn’t even think twice. She just went for it.But it wasn’t just about the punch. It was about who was watching. People remembered things. People talked.And Barry didn’t like people talking about his business. Or his woman.He shut hi

Teasing

FEW MINUTES LATERLucy sat by the window, the city lights blurry behind the glass. She hadn’t moved in a while. She was still with a mug of water. Her face still burned.She dragged her fingers down her cheeks with a small groan.“I can’t believe I thought that…”She didn’t even finish the sentence. It was too embarrassing for her.She had imagined his hand on her thigh. His lips hovering too close. The weight of his stare.Her toes curled just thinking about it.“You look like you saw a ghost.”She jumped. Her head snapped toward the voice. Barry.He was leaning against the doorway like he had all night to stand there. His arms folded, a smirk just barely tugging at the corner of his lips.“Don’t sneak up like that,” she snapped, covering her face again. “It’s creepy.”He didn’t move. “Creepy, huh? Looked more like you were in the middle of something.”“I wasn’t.”His brow arched. “That little sigh you let out just now says otherwise.”“I sighed because I was tired.”Barry pushed off

Over His Shoulders

The morning sun filtered gently through the thick curtains of the penthouse, casting a soft glow across the polished floors. Barry stood in front of the large bathroom mirror, a towel slung low on his hips, steam still rolling from the open shower. He ran a hand through his damp hair, his eyes steady on his reflection. That unexpected laugh last night still lingered somewhere in the back of his mind, but his features slowly hardened as if sealing it away.A knock sounded at the door."Master, breakfast is ready," one of the maids said politely from the hallway.Barry nodded once. "Good. Call Lucy.""Yes, sir."Down the hall, Lucy was in her room, stretching lazily as she sat up in bed. Her eyes fluttered open slowly. The air was still cool, her sheets tangled around her legs. The memory of last night flashed in her head, his laughter, the softness in his eyes, how free she had felt talking to him, how her cheeks had hurt from smiling so much. Her fingers traced her lips."That wasn’

Dean

Lucy adjusted the collar of her blouse and gave her reflection one last glance. Her cheeks were still warm from the breakfast chaos earlier. The memory of Barry lifting her like she weighed nothing and the way his fingers gripped her thighs made her lips press into a tight line.She shook her head quickly, trying to shove the thought out."Forget it, Lucy," she muttered to herself. "He probably doesn’t even remember it happened."Grabbing her hairpin she tucked it into her back pocket and opened the door slowly, peeking into the hallway. It was quiet. No footsteps, no low voices, no Barry.“Finally,” she sighed, stepping out fully. “He’s gone.”She walked slowly, taking her time. The mansion was too big, and quiet, but it was also beautiful. Sunlight poured through the tall windows, warming up the marble floors. The chandeliers sparkled gently overhead, and the faint scent of coffee still lingered in the air.Lucy took the stairs down, her fingertips gliding along the smooth rail as s

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