All Chapters of Captive To The Mafia Lord: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Jovan's POVThe message was from Marcus, written in bold letters: ELENA IS DEAD. Alongside the message was a video.With shaky hands, I played the thirty seconds videos of Elena being butchered like a pig. Regardless of the fact that she had tried to kill us, I felt like throwing up.Another message came in.“Sergei's been asking questions. Contacts in Athens flagged it an hour ago. He knows you're in Greece.”I read it once, twice before handing the phone to Lorenzo who read through it but he wasn't as unsettled as I was."How long did you know that Sergei was looking for us?" I asked, my voice shaky. “How long have you known Lorenzo?”"Jovan—" he reached for me but I moved back."How long have you known Sergei was looking for us?""I found out this morning." He answered."This morning," I repeated. "Before we rented the scooters, you knew that Sergei was looking for us. Before someone cut your brake line and you nearly went through a barrier on a cliff road going forty kilometres an

Jovan's POVStanding on the empty streets of Oia without any knowledge of where my boyfriend was was not on my bucket list.I'd gone down the path, the exact direction the thieves and Lorenzo had taken but I didn't find any of them.I went further down, past the harbor shops and the tourist stalls, stopping anyone who looked like they'd seen something. Most of them stared at me blankly.One had beckoned onto me. Here I was thinking the old lady might have seen the road he took but she was saying something I didn't quite understand.“Ma'am, I'm sorry but I have no money to give you.” I said, my eyes scanning the place for any sign of an angry Lorenzo.The old lady gripped my shirt and began pulling me while muttering something in Dutch. Nobody on the street stopped for a second. This was definitely not a new thing.One woman nodded along to everything I said and then pointed in three different directions like that was helpful. A shop owner started responding in what I was fairly sure w

Jovan's POV“I need to dress up,” I tried to wriggle free from his grip. He was hugging me from behind and wouldn't let me go.“No,” he kissed my neck. I tilted my head to the side to give him better access. Welp, you couldn't blame me for reacting that way to him.“We're supposed to be on our way to the club.”“We can go some other day.”I turned. “Well, we're going today.” He protested but I pushed him out of the room.Few minutes later, he came back in and he looked at me from head to toe for like a minute before saying something."You're wearing that?" he asked quizzically. “Isn't it too…. revealing?”"I'm wearing this."The mesh shirt was sheer enough to be a statement and I knew it. I tucked into dark trousers, simple, but the shirt did what it was supposed to do and from the way Lorenzo's jaw shifted he was fully aware of that."Every man in that club is going to look at you," he said."Good thing I'm going with you then." I looked him over. He had on black trousers, dark shirt

Marcus's POVBy four in the morning we had everything the man in the chair was going to give us, which was more than I expected and less than I needed.Sergei Volkov had been moving pieces for three weeks. He had a clear picture of exactly how Lorenzo’s operation was structured.Which meant someone had given him that picture."It's not a random move," Dante said. We were on the back step now, the kitchen cleared, the two men relocated to somewhere they'd be handled properly. "This is coordinated. He waited for Lorenzo to leave the country and then activated everything simultaneously." He looked at his phone. "The Santorini situation, the office inquiries, tonight. Same timeline.""He's been planning since the warehouse," I agreed. “Him being quiet was very very suspicious. Lorenzo suspected it too.”"Before the warehouse." Dante turned the phone over in his hands. "Marcus. There's something else.""Say it.""The name that came up in the Athens inquiry. The contact who mentioned it to

Jovan's POVAfter making love for what felt like the third time that evening, we decided to rejoin the party — squeeze the last few hours out of this vacation before reality came calling, which it always did, always too soon.Unlike earlier, the club had found its second wind. The club was packed with more people and it was safe to say that only one percent had on something that covered their body.Trust me if you wanted to see asses of different colors, all you had to do was come down here.Oh and the air was mustier too from all the banging against one another and the sweats emanating from their bodies.As we made our way past the dancefloor, some men ogled at me, one even dared to hold my hand.“Pretty boy,” he took a drag from his cigar, puffing smoke in the air. “Let's have fun.”“I've got this,” I stopped Lorenzo from doing anything stupid. I snatched my hand away from his. A scowl appeared on his face.“If I were you, I'd carry on smoking my cigar.” I hissed but the man was one