All Chapters of His Captured Princess: Claimed By the Mafia Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

All I could seem to do in those long moments after, was sit in an extremely expensive car which appeared to be Justin’s, my new security detail beside me, in complete silence, I still couldn’t quite understand what had happened in that office and why such a thing was happening! I knew my father was a very power hungry man and seemed to always have a multitude of plans to gain even more of that power he holds so tightly, but I didn’t think he’d go so far as to ship me off with the first man he could find whose daddy had a lot of money! I should have known this would be my fathers next plan, all he has spoken about each time we have seen each other for the past couple of months was marriage, telling me that it was about time I settled down. At first, I thought he was saying those things to be spiteful, I had just broken up with my longtime boyfriend Peter, a man I thought I would marry one day and we’d live happily ever after. It appeared Peter as like my father, had different ideas an

That same panic which had somewhat calmed down since Baxter and I started talking soon clung to my senses again, I knew when Justin and especially, my father found out about my escape they’d be pissed but to hear the anger in Justin’s voice, it scared me to the absolute core. As the door pounded once again, Baxter seems to jump into action again and takes me by the hand pulling me deeper into the kitchen. Tears rolled down my cheeks as we reached the very edge of the kitchen where a brick wall stood, when my mind went to question how me standing next to a brick wall was going to help me hide from Justin, I wasn’t a chameleon with the ability to blend in to any of my surroundings! Baxter takes a hold of a certain section of the wall and pulls it away revealing some kind of hidden room. “Hide in there and I’ll deal with these men.” He tells me as the pounding on the door seems to worsen, my shaky hand still placed with Baxter’s giant one as my eyes locked on the direction of the main

The dark car ride seemed to drag on after that conversation, neither of us spoke another word which didn’t help with the heaviness my eyes felt every couple of seconds. My day had been filled with such worry, fear, confusion and sprinting that I was the most mentally and physically exhausted I had ever been. With the sound of the steady engine running, it served as a lullaby and soon, I fell asleep with my head against the window. The loud sound of a horn blaring from somewhere outside jolts me awake out of my sleep, at first, I was a little disorientated and confused, my brain hadn’t quite caught up with the programme as to why I had woken up in a car. “Good morning, Princess.” Baxter’s voice spoke from beside me which is what led my brain to start to remember everything, my father’s pretend heart attack, the marriage, fleeing and meeting Baxter. “So, it wasn’t a dream?” I asked slowly looking around the car as I sat up slightly, my neck aching a little from laying in a car for