บททั้งหมดของ Mafia's Captive Desire : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Lucy noticed that wherever Barry went, Jessica was always just a few steps behind. Whether it was the club, his meetings, or just a walk down the hall, Jessica clung to him like a shadow. And Barry didn’t push her away. In fact, he barely looked in Lucy’s direction anymore. It felt like they were back to the beginning again, when he didn’t even know her name.She hadn’t been called to his office, hadn’t seen him alone, and definitely hadn’t danced privately for him these past few days. Lucy tried to convince herself it didn’t matter, that it was all a dream she made up in her head, a fantasy that never really had a chance to bloom.That morning, she was woken up by a soft knock on her door. One of the maids stood outside.“Good morning, Miss Lucy. Master said to get dressed. He wants you to join him for a meeting today.”Lucy rubbed her eyes, surprised. “A meeting?”“Yes. He said the man you’re meeting with likes women. He thought your presence might be useful.”The words stung a litt

The loud thud of Lucy’s footsteps echoed through the hallway as she marched angrily toward the VIP section. Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides, her jaw tight with frustration. She had been quiet long enough. Watching Barry and Jessica flaunt their closeness like she was invisible was one thing, but being cut off from the outside world, with no phone, no access to her socials, was the final straw.She was done being silent.As she neared the velvet-rope entrance of the VIP section, two bulky guards stepped in front of her, blocking her path.“Miss, you can’t go in there,” one of them said sternly, holding out a hand.“I need to see your Boss.” she snapped, brushing past the first guard.“I’m sorry, he’s in a meeting. You’ll have to wait...”But Lucy wasn’t listening. Fueled by anger and a sliver of reckless courage, she dodged the second guard and slipped between them. Before they could react, she was already pushing through the heavy door that led into Barry’s private of

TWO DAYS LATER: EVENING The house was quieter than usual. Barry was gone. So was his fiancée.Lucy stepped out of her room slowly, barefoot, her toes curling slightly against the cold marble floor. The silence wrapped around her like a soft blanket. She peeked down the hallway first, just to be sure no one was there. When she saw it was clear, she relaxed a little.Her stomach let out a low growl. She hadn't eaten much all day.Dragging her feet to the kitchen, Lucy leaned against the counter and sighed. She didn’t feel like cooking a big meal. Just something small, quick.After a moment, she reached for an avocado, a few slices of bread, and an egg. French toast would do. With a lazy rhythm, she mashed the avocado, added a sprinkle of salt, cracked the egg into a bowl, and dipped the bread in it. The sizzle of the pan felt oddly comforting in the empty house.She sat at the small dining table with her plate, biting slowly into the warm toast, her thoughts drifting. It was her day of

Barry noticed the slight bounce of Lucy's chest when the door slammed shut. His eyes dropped before quickly rising again to meet her face, a flicker of amusement dancing in his gaze. She looked flustered, cheeks already tinted pink. He took a step forward, slow and quiet.Lucy took a step back.He took another. She moved again, backwards, her breath caught in her throat.The game continued until her back hit the edge of his desk. Barry's arms moved, landing on either side of her, caging her in without touching. His head tilted slightly, studying her. She was a puzzle he hadn’t figured out yet. Always running, always talking back, yet always blushing like this.Her green eyes were wide, too wide, staring right into his like she was trying to figure him out too."You like to watch, mmh?" he asked, voice deep and teasing."Um, no! I don't," she said quickly, too quickly. Her neck flushed red, then her cheeks followed.Barry leaned in a bit, his breath brushing her skin. "Liar."Lucy look

A DAY LATERBarry sat in his study, fingers wrapped around a glass of whiskey. The late afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting a golden hue across the wooden floor. His phone buzzed once. A message. His lips curved into a small smirk as he read the content.He finally had it. Some solid dirt on Luke, Jessica's brother.“Stupid bastard should’ve known better,” Barry muttered under his breath, leaning back in his leather chair. “Crossing me… him and his sister both.”He reached for a thin black folder lying on the edge of his desk and opened it. Photos, call logs, records. Everything he needed.Luke had been running his mouth. Poking into business that didn’t concern him. Talking to cops. Meeting with people he shouldn’t be meeting.Barry’s eyes narrowed at one photo in particular, Luke shaking hands with someone in a police jacket.“Idiot,” Barry said, shaking his head. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”He dropped the file back on the desk and stood up, stretching his b