All Chapters of Captured By Love : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lily's POV I stood in the dim living room, the early morning sunlight casting its light through the closed curtains. The room was filled with the scent of alcohol, mixed with the scent of the breakfast I had just prepared.Dad lay sprawled on the armchair, his head slumped against the armrest, mouth slightly ajar.I sighed heavily, setting the breakfast tray on the center table. It was well covered as I doubted my dad would wake up anytime soon.He came in late yesterday, cursing at the top of his voice about how I ruined his life and how I caused my mom to leave him. She’d tried to take me with her, back when dad wasn’t like this. I thought it was just a phase that he would get over it soon, but I was wrong. It had been spiraling down ever since then.I arranged the cutlery on the tray, trying not to wake him up with the sound. I was already late for work and my boss was a sucker for punctuality. The last thing I wanted was another argument with him.I slung my bag over my shoulder,

Lily's POV It was evening, and I was slowly rounding up at work. The best part of work is forgetting my worries and losing myself to the rhythm of just working. Even though the pay was small, it provided enough to cater to me and my dad. With the tips from some of the lovely customers, I was able to save up just in case something important came up later on. “Lily, are you done there?” The boss's gruff voice asked from his office. “Coming.” I replied. I cleaned the last of the tables in the restaurant and walked back to the kitchen, spreading the wet towel on a railing. I wiped my wet hands on the apron and dropped it in the dirty laundry by the narrow corridor. Clearing my throat I knocked on the open door to my boss's office. I had once made the mistake of just entering his office without knocking, and I'd had an earful from him the whole day after. “Come on in.” He said, not looking up from his desk. I walked in and stood behind the seat. “What do you need me for, sir?”

Lily's POV I woke up with a pounding headache. My head felt like it had collided with concrete slabs repeatedly.I groaned moving my hand to hold my head but it wouldn’t budge. I could feel restrains on my hands. My legs too. The hell was going on? I blinked my eyes open. Blurry. I could barely make out the white bulb hanging off from the ceiling. I blinked a bit more allowing my sight to slowly return to me. Once clear I looked down at myself. My hands and feet were tied firmly to the chair I sat on.I yanked at the ropes but nothing. The more I struggled the more the ropes dug into my skin. I groaned at the burn.Where the hell was I? “Wakey wakey princess. We’re having visitors soon.” I looked up to see a built man standing by the door. His attention was on his phone for a moment before he pocketed it. Only a steel table and another cair separated us.I clenched my eyes shut trying to recall how I’d gotten here. The last I remembered I was in my living room and Dad….Dad. He’d

Lily’s PovMy throat felt dry from all the crying. My fluid tank had run out. If I could shed blood as tears I think it would’ve been possible. The light in the room burned my eyes, my wrists and feet had gone numb a long time ago, and I was having trouble staying awake. I was genuinely afraid of what would happen if I closed my eyes. “You still have time. You still have time.” I repeated to myself. I’d been telling myself the same thing over and over for the past…only God knew how long I’d been in this cell. This place. Screw that Dante guy and his stupid face I couldn’t get out of my head. For one, he scared the hell out of me and second, the reason I wasn’t particularly proud of was that he was hot. My kidnapper was actually hot and part of the mafia. The odds of thisYet, despite all that I had to be real with myself. Dad wasn’t coming. That would be a bigger miracle than the resurrection of Christ. And Dad was definitely not religious, but I didn’t want to be sold to a whore ho

Lily POV“How the hell am I going to get out of here?” I muttered out loud in the bathroom. Rosa had left me to myself a few minutes ago. I peeked and saw the guard standing right next to the door. No hope there. I checked through the window, despite it’s large size it has ornamental burglary in the shape of a halved birdcage a few meters from the window itself. I reached out and tested the frame, if I pushed hard enough maybe I could force it off but then what? I glanced down. More guards. I undressed instead and entered the tub. This place was a maximum security penitentiary. I thought back to the nae Moretti. I had heard about various other gangs having clashes with the police in the city but I’d never come across the Moretti Family. They must have some level of power to be avoided by the police just like Dante had said. “Or, they could just be nobodies trying to pull a fast one.” I lathered my skin with soap nodding. “But do nobodies have this type of security measures though?”