All Chapters of Captive To The Mafia Lord: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Jovan's POVIt's been three months since my brother died in a warehouse and Donatella watched it happen before she walked away from all of us.Three months after Sergei Volkov had shown up at Lorenzo's office, looked him dead in the eye, and said, "You got lucky this time, Vittorini. Consider this a warning. I'll be back when you least expect it. And next time, there won't be any mercy."Just like that, he disappeared back to wherever he'd come from, leaving us to pick up the pieces.Lorenzo tried to find out why and what had changed Sergei's mind but the Russian was a ghost. He'd left no trace nor any means of communication.And Donatella was gone too.Two weeks after Jovani's funeral—which she didn't attend—we found out she'd left the country.First it was London then we heard she bought a condo in Paris or maybe Rome. The information kept changing because she didn't want to be found.Lorenzo tried everything he could to find her. He hired investigators, called in favors and cracke

Jovan's POVI woke to sunlight streaming through white curtains and the sound of waves crashing against cliffs somewhere below us.For a moment, I didn't remember where I was then it came back. We were in Santorini, Greece for our vacation.One month of nothing but this.I turned my head and my breath caught.Lorenzo was still asleep beside me, his face turned toward the window. His dark hair was tousled, falling across his forehead in a way it never did when he was awake.I'd seen Lorenzo in a thousand different states—dangerous, commanding, passionate, broken. But I'd never seen him like this.I couldn't help myself.I leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his temple. His eyes fluttered open, confused for half a second before focusing on me then he smiled."Morning," he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep."Morning." I kissed him again, this time on the lips. "You were sleeping so peacefully I almost didn't wake you.""Almost?""I got greedy." I ran my fingers through his messy hai

Jovan's POVThe next morning, I woke up to Lorenzo kissing my shoulder."Morning," he murmured against my skin."Morning." I stretched, feeling actually rested for the first time in days. "What time is it?""Eight, but I've been awake for an hour planning our day." He kissed me on the neck."Oh?" I turned to face him. His eyes were clearer than they'd been since we arrived. "What kind of planning?""The fun kind. Remember? We promised." He sat up, and I noticed he was already dressed. "So get up. We have a perfect day to have.""A perfect day?""A fun day." He pulled me out of bed. "Starting now."Twenty minutes later, we were on rented scooters heading down winding roads toward the coast."You know how to drive this thing?" I shouted over the wind."How hard can it be?" Lorenzo grinned back at me, and my heart fluttered.TThis was what I'd been missing. The reckless, happy and young version of him.We rode down to a beach the villa owner had recommended—not the touristy ones, but a s

Jovan's POVThe next morning was just as beautiful as the other days. We started the day withan argument about olive oil."This one," I said, holding up a small bottle from the market stall."That one's for cooking. We want the cold press." Lorenzo reached past me and grabbed a different bottle. "This one.""They look identical." I pointed at both of them. “Even a blind person can s"They're not identical. Look at the label. See the difference?""I see two bottles of olive oil.""Jovan." He said my name like I was testing him. "One is cold pressed. One is refined. They're completely different products.""It's oil and guess where they're from? Olives. So I don't understand why this requires a debate.""Because we're cooking tonight and it matters."We'd decided on our last full day to skip the restaurants. It was good to eat healthy so we decided to cook in the villa instead. Elena had given me three recipes before we left her house after dinner, handwritten on paper torn from a noteb

Lorenzo's POVLater that morning, Jovan and I decided it was best to go out. Plus I had to get the ring and make sure he suspected nothing."Should we walk?" I asked, holding his hand. He looked so handsome with his sunglasses on his head, shirt button half done."Too hot." He squinted at the street. "Let's get the scooters."We rented from Panos's yard, a man whom we'd met at the tavern days ago. The moment he saw the wads of hundred dollar bills I had and knew I was rich, he kept rambling about his business so we had no choice but to go to him.“I have the best scooters in all of Greece.” He said, grinning from ear to ear as she showed us varieties to choose from.For some reason, I kept having this feeling in my gut that something was wrong.“And you're sure these scooters are in perfect condition?” He nodded immediately like he'd been waiting for me to ask.He pulled Jovan by his arm and led him to where more scooters were parked. Jovan looked behind, muttering to calm down.“Thes