Alle Kapitel von Captured By Love : Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

Dante’s POVWho didn’t love a good visit?Especially when the incarcerated person in question had been on a home streak run since forever. I absolutely adored when people ran from me. There was something about it. The fear of having crossed me, all that adrenaline pumping through their veins as every look over the shoulder became imminent. Every stranger on the sidewalk is a threat. Most times they’d run themselves into paranoia which then made it easy for me to swoop in and grab them in my claws. Which was why i couldn’t help the smile on my face as I walked into the shed. It was a big space we kept on the family premises. It was dark, dank and smelt of rust along with other agricultural infused scents that weren’t pleasant to the nostrils. A perfect place to hold the treasure we had today. The star of the fucking show. I strolled forward, stopping in front of a woman strapped tightly to a chair, her eyes blindfolded. I stepped to the

Dante's POVShe smelt nice up close. Like a mix of the right essential oils and grass. I could sense the conflict going on behind her eyes. On one hand was the anger, the absolute horrendous torture and humiliation she'd endured. Not to mention fighting for her life at the same time. On the other hand she thought I was crazy and this was just antics. She was deciding where to place her foot. Unfortunately for her she was damned either way. “Having mixed feelings?” She hesitated. Placing my hand at the back of her neck I allowed the feeling of my hands about to grip her neck wade through her. “I can't have that Lily. You need to make a choice.”“I don't understand what you want me to do, get her beat up or something?” Her brows knitted. Nodding my head this way and that I gave her a him of consideration. “That's creative. Quite the basic effort really, but I think you could do better. She put you

Dante's POV I was feeling trigger happy again. But this time around I would probably do it. “Open the fucking box.” I ordered. “Sir?” The man at the other end of my office door paled. Some guys for a man who literally let that thing in here. Isabella pointed her gun straight at the man, her gaze unshaken. “You heard the boss, open the damn box.”Why the hell would a box have been delivered so very discreetly to my office building and why the fuck had I hired idiots who just brought it in without so much as a security check. I didn't know exactly what the fuck to be baffled by. Stupidity or audacity. Ne opened the box slowly. The white casing flashing against the lights in the room. “The fuck is in it?” “A phone.” What the fuck?He panicked suddenly. “Hey, get your act together what the fuck is wrong with you?”He mumbled some words under his breath.

Dante's POV Home felt a little different lately. Maybe it's because I'd been somewhat avoiding some responsibilities. I hadn't gone to work in a while, not that it mattered. Bella kept me updated every step of the way. Too diligent that one. But without her I would've fallen off on some occasions prior. Luca was doing a lot better thanks to her constant watch over him. If no one watched him during times like this we would have been having different discussions. I met with the families of the lost men a day earlier. The only time I stepped out of the house. It wasn't pretty. To say they were devastated was a terrible understatement. All I could provide like Rosa had reiterated was comfort. It's something my mother did really well.She was the perfect person to handle situations like this. The Moretti family had been built on a lot of things but support for the people working for us was a major priority. They were family too. I wasn't t

Lily's POV The past two days where one of the most peaceful my nights had been. Maybe it was the milky beverage Rosa brought to me or the piano that played for the second time yesterday. Or both. All I know is I slept really well. Save for a few jolts here and there. I sat in the back seat of the car watching the vegetation and then people flash by.The memory of Mr Moretti playing in my head from a few nights ago. It bordered on him actually behaving like a human being—touchable—for second then moving to his unfortunate self. What else could I say? He was quite the puzzle. One I wasn't so keen on figuring out unless it spelt my freedom. “What she had coming to her.” What did that even mean? I may have escalated the situation to new heights but that reply escalated my heart rate every time I thought about it. The idea of Kerry lying somewhere, possibly a ditch or a river. My mind was scrambling to think of ideas. I didn't kn