All Chapters of His Captured Princess: Claimed By the Mafia Boss: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Before long, I was sat in the front of Baxter’s car, Smith, Burns and Turner in the back as we headed towards Brighton and over to where one of my friends lived. As like when we went to visit the Harrison’s to see if they could offer us some help, I couldn’t shake the nerves that clung to my senses but this time, it was worse. With the Harrison’s, they were more like family to me than my own father was, I knew with a little persuasion they would agree to help us with the heist but this guy, he wasn’t my friend initially, I had met him through Peter! He always said that he preferred me over Peter and the times we’d visit him, it was filled with us two laughing at Peter, but what if his loyalties now lie with Peter and not me? Our lives became so intertwined with one another that my friends all became his and vice versa, there’s so many people I can’t talk to anymore because they took Peter’s side, what if he’s no different? Once we entered Brighton, I sat forwards giving Baxter the

The house dipped into silence again as Charles worked his magic on the computer, the guys looked around the house seeming to case the whole place while I remained on Baxter’s lap, the bombshells of information Charles had given me about Peter doing laps of my mind. What does Peter mean there is so much more surrounding our breakup and his engagement that I didn’t know?! At the time, it was clear something had changed in Peter for him to love on me one moment and claim I was the love of his life, to him shouting abuse at me and slamming the door as though I meant nothing! The other thought I couldn’t shake was him calling off his engagement the moment I went missing and beginning his own search for me, did the thought of me being missing finally, let him see that I meant more to him than he wanted to believe at the end? Could he hold a guilty conscience and that’s why he’s called off his engagement? Looking away from the wall which had been my muse throughout my entire worry filled

Spending the rest of the day in Brighton with Smith beside him and Rose’s fathers' men, who were attempting to act inconspicuous behind him, Baxter fulfilled some mundane work which truly didn’t hold any importance but sent the men behind him on a wild goose chase. After speaking with a contact of his who was about to start reeking havoc on Justin and his businesses, Baxter heads into the carpark watching as the plates of his car were changed to prevent any cameras the entitled men from earlier in the day had set up to follow him, he and Smith head in the car and finally, begin to make their way home. The only person on Baxter’s mind in this moment was Rose, the eagerness of other men wanting to take her from would allow some people to back off and cut their losses but for Baxter, it only allowed the unhealthy obsession he holds for Rose to grow, she belonged to him and he was intending to keep it that way. Once he had dropped Smith off to his home who also had been given his orders

Baxter and the guys didn’t return to the apartment throughout the entirety of the morning, in any regular occasion, this would upset me, but it only gave me time to explain my plan to Smith, who was more than happy to help. “Make sure you take it somewhere no where close to here; we don’t need my father having confirmation that I’m hiding somewhere in this city.” I made sure to remind Smith as I handed him the special item, which he took and stored safely in his jacket pocket. “I understand Miss Rose don’t worry.” He replied with his own confident smile as the front door opens, Baxter and the guys all walking in being their loud and obnoxious selves, while I move away from Smith a little to not raise any suspicion. Even though I was trying to keep my emotions at bay not to alert Baxter that I knew why today was more than relevant and his awful childhood, the moment I locked eyes with him, the same sadness now I knew what I knew presented so clearly in my mind. “You made food and d

The apartment fell into silence once Baxter exclaimed what he was afraid of, his eyes locked on mine with a look I knew he refused to even feel let alone show, vulnerability. He was this dashing Mafia boss who cares about nobody, but here he was, caring. Shaking his head a little turning away from me, I knew what he was doing and the emotions he wanted to hide. “Baxter?” I asked much more softly staring at his back as he refused to look at me, but my voice seems to snap him out of his mind as he brought his hands up to his face taking a deep breath in. “I don’t believe you fully understand what you have done Princess.” He spoke also in a calm manner but laced within his words, deep anger allowing me to gulp slightly staring at the back of his head. “Before we met, I held darkness inside of me, the kind which allowed even the toughest of men who wished to cross me, shudder in fear as though they were a small child and I was this vicious monster hiding in the depths of their deepest