All Chapters of Captured By Love : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lily's POVI paced about the room rapidly. Left to right. Left to right. And left to right again. This wasn't really happening was it? I facepalmed.“Of course it's happening.” I said out loud. I glanced out at the birdcage barricades on the windows. The hours had gone by. My time limit was up. But I'd been a sitting duck for about God knows how long. No nothing. Just Rosa dropping off food and excusing herself. Since putting me here she rarely engaged in more conversation than necessary. I knew nothing. But then I had started to think, if I did get all this information, what was I going to use it for? I had no way out of here. I dug my hands into my hair breathing hard. “Calm down Lily. It's not the end of the world just yet.” I tried to calm myself, but my voice came out shaky. A knock came at the door. I stared at the door handle expecting….just expecting. Rosa walked into the room, her face greeting mine with a soft smile. She had no tray with her. Something was wrong. “Is th

Lily's POVI hated the way they stared at me like I was a piece of meat. I didn't know when I stopped protesting the words that came out of his mouth. Something about his words made me realize how final it was. Dad was a deadbeat and I was done for. I was about to be in a strip club serving all kinds of people.“I must really be cursed.” I muttered to myself in the back seat of the sedan car I'd been forced into about an hour earlier. “I really must be fucking cursed.” First it was mom telling us she been having an affair for about two years. Well, telling us was a stretch. Dad had found them in bed after an early return from a business trip. She held no remorse for her actions in fact she went as far as to reveal to us she was pregnant with his kid. I didn't want a new dad, or a new sibling without my dad and they split. I was sixteen. Six years later and it still hurt like a bitch. As if to make even more fun of me Dad's deteriorating condition came next. He couldn't handle losin

Dante's POVMatteo was messy. More than I liked to admit but in this case. I didn't mind the mess. The men had blood pooling out through the different orifices he had created in them with his blade. We were on the fourth guy and Matteo was getting restless that none of them had peeped. I sat on a steel chair at the extreme end of the plexiglass cell. The man knelt with his hands against the glass to my left. They had two three bleeding holes. “I swear on my mother’s grave sir. I ain't do nothing. I swear it, damn it. I swear.” The man wailed.Great, another one who was swearing on their late mother. I stared at the wailing man. Matteo was about to land another hit. “Stop. He's not the guy.”“The fuck he's not.” Matteo protested. “He's faking this shit so he can get out of here. None of these bastards can be trusted.”I didn't look at Matteo, my eyes remained on the man clutching his impaled hand. “Who's the boss Matteo?” I spoke quietly.He hesitated, grumbling under his breath fa

Dante's POV “Matteo, get him.” Those were the words I clearly remembered slipping off my tongue before allowing the lean ghost-like man pounce on the intended target. Carlos Echeveria also known as Chulo. I knew he was a grubby bastard but I didn't expect him to grab a girl on stage, in my club. The audacity of the idiot. I watched the men around the lounge chair scrambled out of my sight. I walked forward, hands in my pockets as Matteo pummelled his fists into Chulo's face. The music had come to a halt and only then did I hear the whimpering of the girl who had been on the stage. I looked up and met familiar hazel eyes. Lily?I let my eyes roam her body, dressed in sparse clothing, I diverted my eyes almost immediately focusing on the man who had just touched her. “Ghost.” I called. Matteo gave the man a final hit before stepping back, his fists stained with fresh blood. I stood over the man crumpled at

Dante's POV I sipped the wine in my glass slowly. The bubbles popping emphatically in my throat. In my mind a single image replayed. I could almost for certain point those hazel eyes out in the midst of a crowd. Despite how common the colour was. The defeated look on her face when I gave her the verdict pushed down my lips into a frown. I wanted her defiant. It was more fun that way. Most women around me tended to sway or submit. And as much as there was no harm in that it was entertaining to see someone willing to push back. To become a challenge,albeit within a controlled environment, but still. I liked seeing that hazel burn for a minute or two. I set the wine glass down on the table separating Madame Kerry and I. I kept my eyes low watching her. She looked panicked, she was trying her best to hide it but I knew fear when I saw it. How boring. “How long has she spent in here?” “Who?”I arched