All Chapters of Trapped By The Mafia Don: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ReneighI grabbed the drink, taking a swig before setting the glass down on the ledge. Dulling the pain was the only way to get through the night.Anxiety twisted my stomach as I eased into the water, shuddering from the blistering sensations. I deserved nothing less. As I sank into the tub, I could hear my rapidly beating heart echoing in my ears. At least the hard thumping drowned out the wretched music. Another smile crossed my face, the laugh surfacing almost giddy.Within just a few minutes, the scalding water temperature felt comforting, soothing my tense muscles. I thought about the assailant and while I hadn't been able to see his face, I'd known the person was a stranger, but the horrible hopeless feeling had endured well after he'd driven off the side of the mountain.I sank further into the water, still shaking. Still worried.The only sound was a heavy breath, but I would recognize his scent anywhere; woodsy and all male, the barest hint of exotic spices. In my mind, I env

ReneighI couldn't take my eyes off the rugged man, studying his reactions, his mouth twisting as he growled fervently and the way his brow furrowed. The scent of him grew stronger, his gaze darker. He was nothing more than a predator seducing his prey.The hunt was over, my entire world ensnarled in his and if I had to tell the truth, there was a level of excitement I couldn't push aside."Take every inch of me." He took full control, jutting his hips forward then thrusting his cock all the way inside my mouth.The gagging reflex was strong given his girth pressing hard against the back of my throat, but as I relaxed, concentrating on my breathing, the moment became spectacular. I relinquished my hold, rubbing up and down his muscular thighs, digging my nails into his skin. He seemed impervious to pain, the carnal act something he relished."I will not be gentle tonight," he said in a roughhewn way, his words spoken as if making a threat.What he didn't know was that I craved his sav

ElijahI walked out, heading straight to the quaint little bar that had the most limited number of visitors. I didn't need to be on parade tonight, at least not until the party got into full swing. There was no way I could avoid the paparazzi; the photographs could come in handy. Further fueling the Storm power.The bartender had been with the hotel for years, able to read my expression the moment I walked in through the door. It wasn't thirty seconds before a bourbon neat was placed in front of me, Mark's nod one of reverence. There were a certain number of employees who were paid well for their information. Bartenders were allowed to hear the most gregarious stories, glorified pontifications that often came in handy. Mark was paid extremely well, his loyalty rather rare. I'd learned about many a blackmail scheme from him, the practice used more often by people of good standing than men like myself. Not nearly as messy but just as vengeful if handled the right way. I gave him a nod o

ElijahWithin seconds, the room was filled with his soldiers, all ready to take me out if necessary. My anger was off the charts, spots forming in my eyes. I refused to stand down, the tension in the room palpable.Finally, he waved his hand toward them, the same damn smile remaining on his face. "I learn everything there is to know about my enemies, just as you do.""Then you admit we are enemies," I snarled."At this point, but neither family wants blood spilled. I hope that you agree. The truth is when I learned of the contract with Reneigh, I knew you were the right man to approach regarding an opportunity I've had in my mind for two years. In my opinion, she should pay for her sins no matter the reason for her betrayal of you and your company. I can only imagine that she could become a valuable asset to you during the term of the contract.""As I said, I'll consider it. But if I decide to do anything, it will be on my terms. Period."Nicolas studied me for a full minute before no

Elijah"Why did you think Storm had something to do with Michaelson's retaliation attempts?"Reneigh sniffed, her hand shaking as she took a sip of her drink. "You didn't know that my father also worked for your company when he branched out into Chicago. Did you?""Honestly, no.""Well, he did. Storm was paying top dollar and my father was severely underpaid working at another firm, the bills piling up. When he took the job, he loved it. Then your father began to hire certain individuals who had connections to the mob. Trust me, my dad was very black and white, but the money was so damn good that he had no other recourse. My father found certain discrepancies regarding Storm, realizing that there were several criminal activities going on. He was attempting to gather evidence late one night in order to turn your father in when he happened on Damien stealing money. I don't know all the particulars, but my father had Damien arrested. Ever since that day, Damien held a grudge. At least th