All Chapters of His Captured Princess: Claimed By the Mafia Boss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The next freezing morning soon rolled around, Baxter and I up at the crack of dawn to head off to The Foster Hotel to speak to some people who may be able to help him on the night. I still had no idea what city I had been staying in but from the length of the drive, it was quite a substantial distance from where I lived. Watching as the freezing world went by, my mind drifted to where it seemed to go each time I’ve had a spare moment since, Peter. Before I was forced to run for my life, Peter was all my mind would think about, I still don’t understand what had happened for him to drastically change his mind and move on, it was perfect for me. The moment the news broke just two weeks after we had parted ways that he was engaged to some woman, it was as though the life I had built around him was all lies, the way he said he felt towards me was nothing but fabrication. Once the initial sadness had subsided, it was deep anger that poured my every thought, how dare he throw me away as t

Once Baxter had disclosed more of his terms and what would happen if the Harrison’s not only did not agree but if they were to tell anyone what was happening, the small office dipped into one of the most tense silences I believed I had ever heard, even Jasper who was always quick witted didn’t make a single peep. My eyes locked on the side of Baxter’s face as though it was my turn to wonder if I’d heard him correctly, before I slowly turned my head back to the Harrison’s. Pamala was looking down at the floor as though she was racking her brain with all her thoughts while Theodore, simply looked between Baxter and I with a different expression. “Before I agree to anything, Rose, I need you to answer me honestly, remember there is no point in lying to me, I always see right through them.” He said looking away from Baxter to stare me right in the eyes, a gulp cascading down my throat but I nodded my head agreeing. “Is this man truly somebody you not only want to stay with but trust, w

The next week was spent with intense planning meetings for Baxter and the guys, each of them sat around the counter finalising all of the new aspects now they had the Harrison’s on side. They’d wake up at the crack of dawn and remain at that counter into the dead of night, even I knew the plan like the back of my hand the number of times I heard it. This would have left me with nothing to do but watch if Smith hadn’t of saved the day. He loved the scrambled eggs and wanted to see if he was good at anything else and asked me if I could teach him the other recipes I knew. So, while the guys sat at the counter, Smith and I would not be far away cooking a variety of different meals for them which they all seemed to love. By the end, we were all like a well-oiled machine, planning and cooking, I was a part of their crew in some respects. Before I knew it, the day of their heist had arrived, the guys getting ready in a different location while Baxter, led me over to his new car deep withi

Once the guys had cleared the building, Baxter leads me back down the long corridor and over to the dark underground unit where his car was still parked waiting for us. The feeling in the air marginally different to what it was when we entered, my body feeling a slight hint of fear with the information that was shared with me. Driving out into the daylight, so many police cars with their blue flashing lights barrelled down the street as we reached the main road, the hotel swooning with so many police cars but by the order of Baxter, I didn’t turn my head to look as it may draw attention to us. With what I knew now, I didn’t dare think to even break such an order, I didn’t know what led to these other women’s deaths so even though I wanted to act as normal as I could, my eyes didn’t look over to Baxter even once. My hand on the door as my eyes stared out of the window, had I gotten myself in a little too deep with this man? Perhaps I should have gone at it myself after Baxter allo

All I could do was stare at the photo in front of me, such a photo I hadn’t seen in so long but instantly, remembered when it was taken. Peter and I were attending his uncle's wedding; I had been with him for so long that each person stated I was more like family that day and even joked that it should be Peter and I getting married instead. I couldn’t help but laugh looking over to his uncle as he joked while Peter, looked down at me, his arm tightly around my waist the moment the photo was snapped. It was pure happiness that radiated from that photo, something after the fact with all that happened, I didn’t feel when I thought of him. As I looked over at his expression, he seemed genuinely happy and so in love with me, why would he have abandoned me the way he did and went with some other woman fully showcasing how little he cared?! The other pressing question I held in my mind was why he still held that photo, if he truly didn’t love me anymore and was happily engaged to this oth