Semua Bab Mafia's Captive Desire : Bab 21 - Bab 30

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

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

“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

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

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