All Chapters of His Captured Princess: Claimed By the Mafia Boss: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Dressed in more formal attire than what I’ve been wearing since staying with Baxter, outfits my father expected me to wear whenever I was in public to not ruin the Yates name, I sat in the passenger seat of Baxter’s car directing him towards one of my biggest companies that I owned. As we drove past the bustling city that I would pass each day when I’d be heading to work, I couldn’t help but sit back a little with such an odd feeling in the pit of my stomach. This city didn’t seem to change at all; the same businesses were open, the same people walked the streets getting on with their lives, illuminated by all of the flashing billboards on the highest buildings, it was all the same and normal. But as I sat in the car months later, I looked as though I was exactly the same, but I was marginally, different. Not only due to the people I sat in the car with, or the fact that I was still in hiding from my father so I wouldn’t have to marry Justin but because mentally, I was completely ne

All I could seem to do was freeze watching as Peter, started to shout my name repeatedly attempting to walk through the office while the security guards tasked with keeping this building secure held him back. Eyes from all my employees looking to me as I stood so close to Baxter that our bodies touched, feeling him tense the moment he realised who was in front of me. “I thought no one was going to know I was here?” I asked Richard still not breaking eye contact with Peter, the way he fought against those men inching himself further into the room, it was as though he was fighting for his life. “That was the plan, maybe he’s gotten to one of our receptionists' downstairs, I’ll see to it that it’s taken care of.” Richard commented in an annoyed voice himself watching the scene I was, it was clear he thought he had a handle on all of this just to see someone had spoke when they shouldn’t. “I’ll handle him now.” I heard Baxter mutter from under his breath right in front of me, his comme

The next days after heading to my office and unexpectedly, meeting with Peter, I was left in the apartment with Smith all day while Baxter and the guys went to the many locations of some of the people in that filing cabinet. They started with the small businesses, getting to grips with some of the higher tech security before they made plans to hit some of the biggest players in the game. Baxter explained to me how he was saving all of the money from their heists, showing Hayward the higher amount would make him more inclined to meet Baxter in a more intimate setting where Baxter was finally, going to deal with him. But this timeframe only gave me the tiniest window to get my own plan underway, a plan Baxter, knew nothing about. So, after Baxter and the guys left the apartment long before the sun came up to travel to where they needed to be, I walked out fully ready with a plan in my mind watching Smith, who had become my babysitter at this point, watching his shows on the TV, I just

The mood in the already dimly lit room began to grow darker as Lukas held my eye contact, the look he sent me was a mixture of desire and anger, he very much enjoyed that I was stood in front of him but furious that I had broken up his little private party with his lady friends. Even though I did not want to listen to him when he told me to sit, he and I needed a little chat about one of his business clients so, I move slowly over to the chair ensuring my head was still held up high and my eyes didn’t leave his, I wasn’t intimidated by this man in the slightest. “If that chair does not offer you the comfort which you desire, I believe my lap may do the trick, but I will warn you, you may be thrown over the table in a second, while I finally, fulfil a task I have desired from the moment you walked into my mansion. Such a task was postponed by that Peter, who clearly did not live up to a standard you set and now with what I have heard, Justin plans to claim you as his. But I cannot bl

We soon exited the party and climbed back into the expensive car which now held different plates, it was obvious someone from the party would begin to talk where word will eventually, get to Justin and my father. When they looked at the cameras when I arrived, they’d start to track that specific licence plate hoping to follow me to where I’ve been staying, but now the plate had been switched, I can slip out of this party undetected as though I was never there in the first place. Now I was no longer under the watchful eye of the many guests that littered the halls and outside or even Lukas, who I ensured saw the darker side of me so that he not only did exactly what I asked him too but also, didn’t attempt to take advantage, I sat back in my seat watching the world go by. My mind racing with not only the constant warnings I was given from Lukas about Hayward, but a warning Baxter also gave me, but the bombshell of information he dropped when I was about to leave the room. Did Lukas k