Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mafia's Captive Desire : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

The music thumped in Lucy’s ears as she wove her way through the crowded club, balancing the round tray on her palm. The flashing lights made everyone look like they were moving in slow motion, but her shift felt endless. She stopped at one of the tables, placing two bottles of beer in front of a laughing couple, then turned toward the next booth, where a man was already waving for more wine.Her feet were starting to ache in the black heels Vanessa had insisted she wear. “It makes you look taller,” Vanessa had said earlier. Right now, all Lucy could think about was getting them off.When her tray was finally empty, she pushed through the crowd, heading for the bar counter. She placed the tray down with a sigh, rubbing the back of her neck."Another round?" the bartender called."Not for me," Lucy said, forcing a small smile. "I’m going to the back for a bit."The air in the hallway behind the bar was quieter, but only slightly. The bass still vibrated through the walls. She walked p

The car purred quietly along the dark road, the streetlights casting quick flashes of light across Lucy’s face. She was leaning back against the seat, her arms crossed, still thinking about the strange conversation with Barry in his office.“Boss… a car is tailing us,” the driver said suddenly, his eyes locked on the rearview mirror.Lucy straightened in her seat, glancing behind them. She couldn’t see much in the darkness, but the faint glow of headlights was there. Close. Too close.Barry had already noticed. His gaze was sharp, fixed ahead like nothing could pull it away. He gave a short nod to the driver. “Go faster.”The driver pressed his foot down, and the hum of the engine deepened. Lucy felt the car pick up speed.Barry’s hand moved smoothly to his side, and before Lucy could even process what he was doing, he pulled out a gun from the waistband of his slacks.Her eyes widened. “You… you carry a gun?” she asked, her voice lower than usual.Barry didn’t even look at her. “Alwa

Lucy lay in bed, tossing and turning. No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t block out the sound of gunshots from earlier. Her mind kept replaying it, Barry’s cold aim, the masked man falling, the screech of tires. She pulled the blanket up to her chin and shut her eyes tight, but sleep refused to come.A faint creak made her freeze. Heavy, steady footsteps echoed down the hallway. They were slow but firm, the kind that made the air feel heavy. She didn’t need to guess who it was, only one man in the house walked like that.Pushing the blanket aside, she slid out of bed and opened her door. Barry’s broad back came into view as he walked toward his room. The dim lights from the hallway lamps cast shadows along his tall frame.“Master” she called softly.He stopped and turned his head slightly, his dark eyes landing on her. His expression didn’t change. He stood there, waiting, his hand still on his bedroom door handle.Lucy’s fingers twisted in the hem of her nightshirt. “I… um… I

UNKNOWN LOCATION The room smelled of smoke and sweat, the air heavy enough to make it hard to breathe. A single bulb swung from the ceiling, casting harsh light over a long wooden table stained with rings from beer bottles and darker spots that looked like old blood.A man in a sharp black suit sat at the head of the table, his fingers tapping lazily on the armrest of his chair. His cold eyes followed the trembling man in front of him.“What,” the boss said slowly, his voice deep and dangerous, “the fuck… did you just say to me?”The man standing before him shifted from foot to foot, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “W-we couldn’t finish the job, sir… The Mafia Don, he… he was there.”Before he could say more, a loud smack echoed in the room. The boss’s fist connected with his jaw, sending him stumbling to the side. Blood dripped from his split lip.“You useless piece of shit,” the boss growled, standing now, towering over him. “I gave you one job. One.”The man gasped, his voice shaky. “I’

Barry’s car rolled through the iron gates of the mansion. The ride back from the club had been quiet, but his mind wasn’t. Dean’s words still echoed in his head.When the driver stopped, Barry stepped out and adjusted his jacket. The night air was cooler than earlier, brushing against his skin as he entered the mansion.Inside, the faint smell of fresh polish and perfume mixed with the warmth of the house. He walked further in and heard low voices drifting from the living room.His eyes flicked to the sound. Julia was there, seated on the long cream couch, her posture relaxed. Across from her sat Lucy. She wore a soft sweater, her legs tucked under her as she listened to Julia speak.Barry paused in the doorway for a second, his gaze settling on Lucy. She noticed him almost instantly. Her eyes darted to his for only a second before she quickly looked away, her lips pressing into a thin line as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t.'Avoiding me.' Barry thought.His jaw