All Chapters of Captive To The Mafia Lord: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Jovan's POV"Good morning," I greeted him as I rubbed my eyes. He was leaning against the headboard just staring into space.Silence.Of course, that's all I'd been getting from him for the past few days. Either silence or sharp words that cut deeper than any knife."Lorenzo," I tried again."What?" His voice was flat."Are we going to talk about this or are you just going to keep giving me the cold shoulder?""There's nothing to talk about.""Bullshit." I sat up, pulling the covers around me. "You've been acting like I don't exist ever since Donatella found out what really happened. So yeah, there's plenty to talk about."He finally looked at me, and the coldness in his eyes made my chest ache. "What do you want me to say, Jovan?""I want you to say anything, something. Instead of freezing me out like I'm the one who did something wrong.""You want me to talk?" He laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Fine. Let's talk about how my sister hates me now. How she looks at me like I'm a

Lorenzo's POVMy life was falling apart and I was being pulled in so many directions with nowhere to go. Jovan was mad at me, Jovani was lying to my sister and she had no fucking clue. Jovani and Elena were still working to ruin both Jovan and I.What was I supposed to do?Marcus and Dante were supposed to come in with more information about Elena. She was using Jovani as a front for her crimes.The door opened and Marcus and Dante walked in. They looked at me and exchanged looks."Are you good, boss?""Do I look good?" I snapped, then immediately regretted it. "Sorry. Just...tell me you have something."Marcus set a thick folder on my desk. "We have more than something. We have everything."I opened it and started reading. Financial records, surveillance photos, witness statements. It was all there."Elena," Dante said, leaning against the wall. "Age thirty-two. Originally from Moscow not Naples like you said. She came to the States ten years ago on a student visa that she overstayed

Elena's POVThat bastard had better not say as much as a word to Jovani or else I'd ruin his pathetic old self.Giorgio Vitale sat across from me in his overpriced office, sweating through his thousand-dollar suit. Sixty years old and he still didn't know how to hide his fear. Pathetic."I don't understand what you're asking me to do," he stammered.I leaned back in my chair, studying my nails. "I'm not asking, Giorgio. I'm telling you. You will continue to manage Jovani's accounts exactly as you have been. You will not mention any irregularities. You will not ask questions and you certainly will not grow a conscience.""But the amounts….they're getting too large. Someone will notice—""Let me worry about who notices what." I met his eyes and watched him flinch. "Your job is to do exactly what I pay you to do. Move money. Sign papers. Keep your mouth shut.""Mrs. Konstantin—""It's Marchetti this week. Try to keep up."He wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. "Mrs. Marchetti, I've b

Jovan's POVFor the past three days, Lorenzo's bright smile that always had me weak in the knees was nowhere to be found.He was driving us back home, hands tight on the steering wheel, jaw clenched so hard I thought his teeth might crack."You need to relax," I said."I'm relaxed.""You look like you're about to rip the steering wheel off."He loosened his grip slightly but didn't look at me. His mind was somewhere else. Probably running through scenarios about Elena, about Sergei Volkov, about the Russians at Jovani's warehouse.I'd watched him spiral for three days now. He barely ate or even shut his eyes for longer than three hours. It was just work and worry and more work.It was killing him and watching it was killing me."Pull over," I said suddenly."What?""Pull over. You're not going back home.""Jovan, I have to—""You have to take a fucking break before you have a heart attack." I pointed to a parking lot ahead. "Pull over. Now."He looked like he wanted to argue but somet

Jovani's POVThe next morning, I decided to pay my dear little brother a visit. I'd gone cold for a few days. It was time to make his life hot.I walked through the marble lobby, my left leg dragging slightly - the cerebral palsy never quite went away, no matter how much physical therapy I'd done over the years. The employees pretended not to notice.They were good at that.With Tella around, it was hard taking drugs because she didn't know about my palsy. I was that good at hiding it."Can I help you, sir?" The receptionist smiled."I'm here to see Jovan.""Do you have an—" She stopped, her eyes widening as she really looked at me. She saw a face that was identical to her boss's. "Oh. You must be—""His brother. Yeah." I didn't wait for her to call up. I headed for the elevatorsShe called after me but I ignored her, telling me that I wasn't allowed in the building. To hell with her and whoever gave that order.I pushed past his assistant and opened his door.Jovan was on the phone.