บททั้งหมดของ Mafia's Captive Desire : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The bass from the club floor below pulsed faintly through the walls, but Barry sat still in his office upstairs, the door shut tight, his desk covered in files. He’d been scanning through contracts, receipts, and shipment logs all morning, but his mind hadn't stayed on the paperwork for long.His laptop screen glowed in front of him, a paused CCTV clip from the mansion's garden displayed clearly.He pressed play again. And there it was... Lucy.Wearing a loose white blouse, hair fluttering in the breeze, smiling up at Dean like she had no care in the world.Barry’s jaw tensed as he leaned back in his chair. His fingers tapped slowly against the wooden armrest.Dean.He watched as the man laughed at something Lucy said, then leaned in slightly, too casually, like they’d known each other for years.Barry narrowed his eyes.She was smiling. Relaxed. Like she had just stepped out of a dream. That same girl who barely looked him in the eye days ago, now throwing around small talk and sunsh

The sun filtered gently through the tall windows, washing the hallways of the mansion in golden light. Lucy adjusted the belt of her robe, her bare feet making soft sounds against the marble floor as she padded toward the one place she’d never dared go before on her own, Barry’s office.She had no idea what she was thinking. Maybe she wasn’t thinking at all.But last night kept replaying in her head like a broken record, the restaurant, his hand stopping that man’s filthy touch, the sharp look Barry gave after, the way he held her arm just a little longer than he should have.She needed to stop overthinking. All she really wanted was her phone back. That’s it.As she neared the door, voices spilled out faintly. She paused.“…Yes, sir. We’ve doubled the rotation at the south gate. No one comes in without clearance.”It was a guard. The one she always saw walking by the hallway at night. She couldn’t remember his name, but his tone was sharp and alert, like he didn’t dare breathe the wr

KNOCK. KNOCK.Lucy frowned as she heard the knock echo softly through the quiet hallway. She had just come down from her room, dressed in her loose shorts and an oversized shirt, her feet bare against the cold marble floor. She wasn’t expecting anyone.She tiptoed toward the door, cautious but curious, and pulled it open.Vanessa stood outside, wearing a light green dress that flared at her knees and a small crossbody bag slung over her shoulder. Her blonde hair was curled at the ends, bouncing slightly as she tilted her head and smiled.“Hey,” she said cheerfully.Lucy blinked. “Vanessa?”“Yeah. Master said I could come over,” she replied, stepping forward with ease, like she belonged. “He said I should keep you company today.”Lucy’s brows knitted together. “He did?”“Mhm.” Vanessa smiled again and peeked behind Lucy into the house. “I hope it’s not too sudden?”Lucy stepped aside slowly, letting her in. “No, no. It’s okay. I just didn’t know…”Truth was, she was surprised. But Vane

Lucy was just about wrapping up her shift, wiping down the last table, when one of the other girls leaned in toward her."Master wants to see you," she said casually, tossing her hair over her shoulder.Lucy blinked. "Me?"The girl nodded, already walking away.A knot formed in Lucy’s stomach. She hadn’t done anything wrong… had she? Her mind immediately began racing. Had she missed a tray? Dropped something? Looked at someone she shouldn’t have? The night had been a blur, especially after she caught his eyes during her dance. Her chest still tightened when she thought about it.She smoothed down her dress and headed toward the hallway that led to the private offices. When she reached the familiar tall door at the end, she paused and knocked softly.No response.She hesitated for a second, then slowly turned the handle and stepped in.The room was dimly lit, the smell of paper, leather, and faint cologne lingering in the air. Barry sat behind his desk, head bowed slightly as he flippe

Lucy sat on the edge of the bed, her legs swinging softly above the ground. The room was quiet, too quiet, and her thoughts were spinning.She had spent most of the day alone, trying to distract herself, but her mind kept drifting back to Barry. His voice. His eyes. The way he held her on his lap last night like she belonged there.She pressed her palm lightly against her chest. It was silly, wasn’t it? Feeling this way about her boss. But the way he looked at her… the way he said she wouldn’t dance for anyone but him…Did it mean something?She sighed and stood up, stretching her arms above her head. She couldn’t sit here any longer. The silence was making her restless.“I’ll just… check if he’s around,” she mumbled to herself, brushing her fingers through her hair.She grabbed a hoodie and slipped out of her room, walking down the hallway toward Barry’s office. Maybe she could talk to him for a little while, just something light. Something normal. She just needed to see his face.Wh