Library

Search

Home / MM Romance / Captive To The Mafia Lord / Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

All Chapters of Captive To The Mafia Lord: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

153 Chapters

Chapter 141

Jovan's POV"Borse e telefoni," the one with the knife repeated, more slowly this time, his eyes on me like I was the problem. I had very poor knowledge of the language but I could tell that they wanted our properties.I felt Lorenzo's hand leave my shoulder and he cracked his fingers. The boys seemed to be a bit scared. They did back away a bit but still had their knives out.“Does the devil reside in Oia or are the people here hellbent on dying by my hand?” Lorenzo said.The boys looked at one another then at Lorenzo. The bigger one stepped forward. Even though I was bigger than him.“Give your phone and bag now or we,” he ran his thumb from one side of his neck to the other.Now if they'd met me a year ago, I would have probably handed over my passport if it came to that but I'd been with Lorenzo long enough that even being held at gunpoint didn't make me break a sweat.Lorenzo pinched his forward in frustration. He couldn't really catch a break from miscreants. “Do I really have t

Chapter 142

Lorenzo's POVThe wheels hit the tarmac and Jovan exhaled beside me like he'd been holding it in since Santorini."Home," he heaved a sigh of relief when the plane finally stopped. It had been a bumpy ride due to the weather.The pilot had earlier said we would have to make an emergency landing but after some minutes of turbulence, we were clear to continue our journey home."Home," I confirmed, looking out the window.He looked out the window at the grey familiar skyline. "I didn't realize how much I missed it.""You missed this city over Santorini?" I preferred the bustling city filled with locals than the city of New York."I missed our bed." He turned to look at me. "Our kitchen. Our couch that's too big for just the two of us but perfect anyway.""The villa had a better couch.""The villa had a better everything. I still missed home."We got off the plane, got our bags, and I drove us home. It felt good to be back but I knew there was more ahead of us.At the apartment……The guar

Chapter 143

Sergei's POVThe warehouse smelled like rust and river water. I told that fool Rico to clean up but as usual he was always flouting my orders.I walked the perimeter slowly, hands behind my back. The chair was positioned under the single working light in the center of the room. The black canvas bag sat still over the head of the figure in it.She hadn't moved in twenty minutes.That was new. The Elena I'd known for fifteen years didn't sit still. She calculated, she negotiated, she filled every silence with something useful to herself. Stillness wasn't in her nature.Three days in this chair had apparently been educational.I stopped in front of her."Good morning," I said.Nothing."Or afternoon. Honestly I've lost track." I crouched down to eye level with the bag. "How are the ribs?"All she did was mumble something that was incoherent."Still tender," I said. "That's understandable. Three should heal cleanly. The fourth one—" I tilted my head. "The fourth one I'm less sure about."

Chapter 144

Lorenzo's POVThe ring was still in my jacket pocket as I watched Jovan walk into his bank's building.I'd moved it twice since we got back from Santorini— once from the jacket into the drawer beside the bed, once from the drawer into my coat pocket this morning.I checked the mirror as I rolled out of the bank premises still thinking about the terrace in Santorini. Last night. His head on my chest and the ring box in my jacket and the moment I'd decided — tonight, I'll do it tonight — and then Marcus's missed calls had lit up the screen and tonight had become the flight home instead.The ring had stayed in my pocket the whole way back.It was still there now.I drove into the city with one hand on the wheel and the morning traffic moving slowly around me and thought about how I'd planned it.I stopped at a red light, took the ring box out of my pocket and looked at it.“Soon, My love.” I tucked it back into my pocket as the lights turned green.At Castillo securities……Three weeks aw

Chapter 145

Donatella's POVLondon didn't care who you were and that was the thing I loved the most about this place.You could be anyone or no one and the city moved around you regardless. Nobody here knew my name or my face or what I'd left behind. I was just the woman on the second floor who bought coffee from the corner place and forgot her umbrella every single time it rained.It was the most peaceful I'd been in years.The fabric shop was called Wren & Co.It smelled like cotton and old wood and the particular mustiness of bolts of material stacked floor to ceiling on shelves only Margaret fully understood. Margaret was seventy one, owned the shop, had opinions about everything, and had hired me three weeks after I arrived because I knew the difference between a French seam and a flat felled one."You moved the dupioni again," she said Tuesday morning without looking up from her catalogue."It was filed with the charmeuse, Margaret.""I know where I put things.""The dupioni was with the ch

Chapter 146

Lena's POVThe job was supposed to be simple. All I had to do was watch the target, document movements and report back to Marcus.If there was any sign of threat, I was to call it in while holding off until help came.Simple.That was before the target walked out of Meridian Financial at six fifteen on a Wednesday evening, stopped on the pavement to take a phone call, laughed at something the person on the other end said loud enough that the woman walking past him smiled without knowing why, and then looked up and caught me looking at him from across the street.I looked away immediately, pretending to have dropped something and when I looked up, he still had his eyes on me.“Yes Mr Walter,” Jovan crossed over to where I was on the bench. “I'll make sure every financial record is sealed and stamped.”He stayed approximately ten seconds there before walking away. For a second there, I thought he'd clocked me watching him but he didn't.I'd been doing this for eleven years. Intelligence

Chapter 147

Jovan's POVLena was a very weird and maybe not okay in the head type of woman but all in all I enjoyed her company.It felt good talking to someone else who wasn't Dante or Marcus, or anyone that was affiliated with Lorenzo.Well, she was in some type of way since she was working indirectly for him but yeah, you get what I mean.Lorenzo texted at five saying he would be home late.“Don't wait up. I'll be home late. Dante and I have something to do.” I replied fine which we both knew meant I'd be awake regardless. I wasn't going to sit watching the door so I opened my laptop and pulled up the committee notes from this afternoon instead.The new branch had been sitting on my desk for three months. Same four locations, same circular arguments, same two board members pushing for downtown Manhattan for reasons that had everything to do with where they personally owned property and nothing to do with sound banking strategy.I'd told the committee I'd have a decision by Friday.It was Wedn

Chapter 148

Elena's POV“Move it.” The big man shoved me into the dimly lit room. My sides still ached from being tied tightly with those goddamn ropes but I couldn't complain.“You don't get to complain about anything.” Sergei had warned me when I was about to enter the car. “You'll do my bidding and if you don't give me problems, I'll give you something better.”The apartment smelled like damp and something older than damp.I stood in the doorway for a full ten seconds after Sergei's men had left. I stood there looking at the peeling wallpaper and the single bulb hanging from the ceiling and the kitchen that had last been cleaned during a previous decade, and I had said nothing because saying something would have meant showing him it affected me.That had been two weeks ago.Tonight I was past the point of composure. The weather was cold and the heater kept shocking me."This is what you get," Sergei had said on the phone an hour ago. "Until you produce results. Real results. Then we talk about

Chapter 149

Elena's POV"Ma'am would you like to order?" The waitress came up to me for the fifth time in the space of ten minutes."No." I replied coldly. "I'll let you know when I'm ready, for now just leave me alone."She retreated with the expression of someone adding this table to a mental list. I didn't care. I had bigger problems than a waitress's opinion of me.I checked my watch. Three minutes late.The door opened and Camille Arsenault came through it. She spotted me immediately, crossed the floor, and dropped into the seat across from me without being invited."You called me," she said without even trying to exchange greetings. "Who are you and how do you have my number?""Elena." I held out my hand.She looked at it and didn't take it. "How do you have my number?""I know a great many things about a great many people." I signalled the waitress finally. "It's a professional habit.""I don't want anything." She put both hands flat on the table. "I want to know what this is about.""Jova

Chapter 150

Donatella's POVThat night, the tree kept hitting the window forcing me out of bed. The day had been a tedious one with Margaret and I running round the shop trying to get fabrics for the numerous customers who kept trooping in.My husband was by my side, his arm over me and I gently slipped out of bed, downstairs to get a glass of water.“Ughhh,” I exhaled deeply as I gulped down the chilled water. The kitchen window was open and as I moved closer to shut it, I stumbled backwards in shock.One minute I could have sworn that someone was right there staring at me, the next minute I couldn't make out the face.Beads of perspiration broke out on my forehead and he was already in the doorway when I turned.“I….I… saw someone.” I stammered. “Right there.”He moved past me, poked his head out the window for ten seconds before closing the window and he returned, holding me in his arms.“Must have been Dovey’s scarecrow.” He said.Dovey was our creepy neighbor. But I could swear that I saw so

PREV

...

11 12 13 14 15 16

NEXT

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP

DMCA.com Protection Status