All Chapters of CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA BUTCHER : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DaphneMy plan was set, all I had to do was to patiently wait for an opportunity. I was going to act good, just like the “butterfly” he believed I was. Then I would earn his trust or at least make him see me as less of a threat then I would have dinner with him, poison him, kill him, run away and never look back. There are lots of odds to this plan, like the fact that the fortress is built with top-notch security. In my three weeks of confinement, I had come to know that the entire fortress was woven in a way that gave Salvador control over everything and every being within it. But I had come to know something else too…the entire security system was controlled in that room. The room where we watched Kilan's fingers get amputated. There was a larger monitor glued to the wall with a map of the place displaying in it and a keyboard. I wasnt sure it was really the security controller, I had to trust my gut.If I could get in there again and tamper with the devices will I be able to run

Salvador. My loafers clicked against the floor as I made my way to the dungeon. It's been almost a week since I've soaked in the soothing spring of pain. I missed the feeling. “You’re here Don,” Luca said when I stepped into the underground prison. “Is everything prepared?” I asked but Luca only nodded. I went deeper into the butcher quarters and the foul stench of rotten flesh filled my nostrils. I wriggled my nose when I stepped on a thick congealed puddle of blood. “You haven't cleaned this place yet?” I asked Luca. He had a cleaning crew who usually got the job done, why was the whole place so messy? “Sorry, Don. I'll get it done immediately,” he said turning to leave. “Not now.” I dismissed, going towards a stool and making myself comfortable. I positioned the three-foot-tall, three-foot-wide canvas comfortably and picked a palette, filling it with some of the colours I was going to need. Strapped to the metal table was a man, wriggling like an earthworm close to death. H

Daphne He closed in on me like a predator and my breath caught in my throat. “You… you…knew” I said, backing away until my back hit the wall. He smiled, a small smile lacking warmth, and placed his hand on the wall beside me. “About you running away, yes. About the poison, no.” he lifted my chin and peered into my eyes. I couldn't look anywhere else except into the bottomless blue abyss. “So you…” I started in a low tone, almost a whisper. “Why did you…” I stammered“I wanted to see how far you could run before I catch up. Fortunately, you couldn't run far.” His lips were inches away from mine and his minty breath washed over my cold face. “I hate this” I said as tears made their way down my face for the umptieth time in one night. “I really hate this,” I repeated balling my hands into fists beside me. “Soon, butterfly, soon you'll love this.” His eyes softened while he brushed his thumb on my cheek. As much as it scared me more than the usual dark and cold energy he gave off,

Daphne“You started it.” He said in a calm voice, chuckling when I glared daggers at him. “Fuck you!” I said grabbing the vanilla-scented shampoo and fumbling with the cover. The action I had instigated made my fingers tremble. “Fuck!” I hissed, trying to steady my movements. He took it from me gently. “You can always ask for help. Don't be stubborn.” He opened the shampoo and poured out a generous amount on my head before fixing the lid back on the container. As much as I didn't want his hands on me, that was a lie. Ever since I saw him mindlessly punching at Kilan at the alley, an invincible force had pulled me to him, and as much as I tried to deny it, I was somewhat attracted to the villain. He lifted both his hands and began working the shampoo into a lather. His actions were gentle and my tired eyes began to drift closed. I struggled to keep them open. He did more than wash my hair. He washed me too, rubbing the washcloth around my body gently and washing my clit and vulva

Daphne. Whatever 'Amity Sb-3s' was Salvador was not happy that others knew about it and the blueprint. “How will I own such a gem?” He asked. His expression gave off nothing more than a calm cold bearing.“Amity was a weapon you secretly developed with the help of the Maldives government against its foes. It went missing in the later years and it has been sought by the allied nations until now.” Blade spoke fearlessly and I wondered if Salvador was affected by the conversation. I noticed his hands had formed fists and I rested my palm on one of them, I wouldn't want him to do something crazy and endanger both our lives. “All evidence points to you Butcher. You are the only official who had an idea of the creation of Sb-3s before its failure.” Blade narrowed his eyes before gulping a generous amount of the wine in his glass.“It's also interesting that you are the only one alive.” A small smile played on Blade's lips. “Is this what you wanted to discuss with me?” Salvador asked.