Todos los capítulos de Captured By Love : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Lily's POV The food tasted sour in my mouth. Tony had gotten it from the hotel kitchen. Apparently we had a hotel connected to the club. Rather random if you asked me. But then everything about this place made my skin crawl in an odd way. Especially him. I could still remember the way his grey clouded eyes graced me. Like they knew something. Wanted something. What an annoyance. It didn't help when he smiled at not letting me go. I shook my head. The man's a sicko, remember? Why the hell are we thinking about him now? I stared at the shrimp in the dish. Maybe these people got me on crack. “Yeah “ I muttered under my breath. “That's probably it.” I tossed a shrimp into my mouth. Maybe being high wasn't so bad. I allowed myself to recall Dante's stupid face for the sake of boredom. It was a crime to have a criminal with such a face in my opinion. Shit like that only happened on TV and as far as I

Lily's POV The water was warm when I managed to get my body to adjust to the hot temperature. Something about the hits and misses of today hadn't left my body. I shut my eyes for what felt like an hour. I don't know how long I've been in the bathroom but I don't think I want to leave just yet. I swiveled my head around. The mirror was foggy and so was the glass on the windows. I had been here long. Not long enough. I wondered what Dad was doing right now. Was he downing yet another bottle of beer and tossing it across the room for me to pick up the next morning? Or was he sprawled on the floor lost in a drunken daze revisiting the memories of his wife and kid again? “Why the heck am I thinking about people who don't give me a crap about me lately?” I asked aloud. “First it was Mr Moretti. Now it's Dad.”Dad was different. Way different. I couldn't lie to myself. I hadn't gotten over the fact that he wasted nothing in trading me for hi

Lily's POV I now knew that even men in the Mafia were weirdos. Men were truly the same universally. I regret doubting that school of thought for even a second. As I munched on my cookie I recalled the bewildered look on his face when I returned my question. Honestly I didn't think he could express so many emotions in one go. It was quite comical save for the fact that I was treading carefully so as not to be killed. I glanced at the small bandaids on the parts where Kerry's nails had made their incisions. The last thing I needed was for him to go at Kerry for losing her temper and have her retaliate ten fold. The thought of the payback going back and forth made my head spin. I didn't want that. And besides, why would he even attack Kerry because of me? Kerry was more of his people than I was. I breathed out deeply. All this reasoning was starting to give me a headache. “Aren't you eating Lily?” I blinked

Lily's POVMy hand burned. My face burned. Every fibre of my being on alert. My bloodied hand strained to reach the broken shards of glass I'd been holding onto a few minutes earlier, one which I'd used to knick one of the big men in the side. That had been a bad idea because it just got me hit and slammed into the wall. Then the floor next. I couldn't breathe. Tears and blood had mixed together somewhere in my throat and prevented me from echoing a cry for help. My dress was ripped, the animals had practically torn it off of me. They had already ravaged me with their eyes on the first sight and now, they had their hands on me. One lay on top of me caressing my face with his grimey hands while the other worked his way up my thigh. I squirmed, kicking my feet as much as I could, hitting a firm body. He grunted before grabbing my legs, pinning them to the floor. I could feel the urgency in the next movement. The ripp

Lily's POV My body still shook. I had fallen asleep quite quickly once I entered the car. All the adrenaline dissipating from my system. I didn't want to think of the fact that I rode in the same space as Mr Moretti but I couldn't shake the look he had on his face. In the car and back at the club. It was so strange a feature to add to him that I couldn't place it. I wasn't sure if I wanted to place it, I was afraid of giving it meaning where there was none. “Come on, watch your step.” Isabella cautioned, leading me up the stairs to my room. I only just noticed I was barefoot. The carpeted floors at some areas rubbing roughly against my feet and the tiles cooling them with a familiar sharpness. My mind continued to wander. My heart pulsing in pain. Why had Dad done this to me? I could still feel their hands on me, the way they violated my skin with their eyes. Every inch of me felt dirty and disgusted. The fear caught in my throat, the anger building in