All Chapters of The Mafia's Captive Doctor: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

November 12, 2024 | 2:45 AM | Armored SUV en route to The Olympus CasinoPain clawed through Damian's ribs with each breath.The bullet wounds throbbed with each heartbeat, torn muscle and bone screaming for relief he wouldn't allow himself.But his grey eyes remained fixed on the woman seated across from him, drawn by something stronger than agony.Even unconscious, Dr. Ava Thorne maintained perfect posture against the SUV's black leather. Her spine straight, shoulders squared, surgeon's hands folded with precise symmetry in her lap.Hands that had saved his life.Hands that now belonged to him.The vehicle's interior reeked of expensive leather and gun oil. Bulletproof glass muffled the distant hum of Vegas traffic, creating a cocoon of silence around them.Mikhail's voice crackled through the encrypted comm system."Pakhan, Marcus's men are searching every Strip casino. They found blood at the ambush site but no body."Damian's fingers found the radio clipped to his vest, his voice

November 14, 2024 | 10:00 PM | The Seraphim ClubEighteen hours.Ava's wrists bore the evidence of her desperation. Red marks from testing every door handle. Raw patches where she'd clawed at window latches that wouldn't budge.Her stomach sat heavy with food she hadn't tasted. Gourmet meals delivered by silent staff who avoided eye contact.Her skin felt too clean from a shower that couldn't wash away the violation of waking in someone else's clothes.The electronic lock chirped.Damian entered like he owned the air itself. Charcoal suit tailored to lethal perfection. The jacket hung open, revealing a crisp white shirt that emphasized the broad expanse of his chest. Not a hair out of place in his midnight-dark styling, the overhead lights catching the sharp angles of his jaw.God help her, he was devastating. Every line of him designed to command attention and obedience.His grey eyes catalogued her in seconds. The bruises on her palms from pounding bulletproof glass. The shadows ben

November 14, 2024 | 11:45 PM | The Babylon House, Hollywood HillsMikhail helped Damian from the SUV. Blood dripped steady on the white marble steps."Get the doctor's kit from the safe room," Damian ordered. His voice stayed level, but Ava caught the strain underneath."Time for another lesson, Doctor."His grip on her wrist never loosened. Even bleeding out, he pulled her through the massive front doors.The music hit like a physical wall. Bass so heavy it rattled her bones. The marble foyer opened to chaos—bodies everywhere, the sweet-sick smell of sweat and chemicals.A woman crawled past on all fours, naked except for diamonds. A man followed, gripping her hips."Master suite. Now."Damian's words came clipped. He leaned heavier on Mikhail with each step.They took a private elevator. Through the glass walls, Ava glimpsed the party below. Her stomach turned at what she saw.The master bedroom overlooked it all. Floor-to-ceiling windows. No escape from the view."Sit."For once, h

November 15, 2024 | 7:30 PM | En route to Alexei's EstateThe motorcade cut through Vegas darkness like a funeral procession.Three black SUVs. Perfect formation. Bulletproof glass turned the neon lights into smears of color. Inside, the leather seats smelled like money and menace.Ava sat rigid beside Damian. His thigh pressed against hers through layers of silk and wool. Every bump in the road pushed them closer."Say nothing unless asked directly."His fingers found her knee through the green silk. Not gentle. Not rough. Just there. Claiming space like he claimed everything else."My family are not your patients to save.""What am I to them?"She kept her voice steady. Ignored how his thumb had started tracing small circles on her knee. Each rotation sent unwanted heat climbing higher."A curiosity." The circles continued. Slow. Deliberate. "I've never brought a woman to family dinner."That explained the guards. The tension. The way everyone watched her like she might be carrying a

November 15, 2024 | 10:15 PM | Private Elevator, The Olympus CasinoThe elevator doors sealed them in silence.It lasted three seconds."You're engaged?"The words were acid in her throat. The fury she had swallowed all through dinner was choking her."You let me sit there and listen to them plan your wedding?"Damian pressed a single button. The elevator car stopped, suspended in the dark shaft. The sudden halt was as violent as her rage.He turned to face her fully, his expression unreadable in the dim light. "I am not engaged. Are you upset, Ava?""Upset?" A laugh cracked from her lips, sharp and brittle. "Why would I be upset about a man who touched me last night and now lines up for another woman’s bed? Spare me.”"We did not fuck." His voice was maddeningly calm, a counterpoint to her fire. "If we had, you would still be in my bed, unable to walk."Heat flooded her face—humiliation and an anger so pure it burned. "You arrogant—""Jealous." He stepped closer, consuming the space