All Chapters of Captive To The Mafia Lord: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“RIO!” My shout thundered through the house as I stormed into the living room, ripping my tie loose and tossing it onto the nearest sofa. Rio appeared less than a minute later, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel. “Sir?” “Come here.” He obeyed, stopping a few feet away from me. “Is something wrong?” “Something wrong?” I repeated, advancing toward him. “You have the audacity to ask me that after what you put me through today?” His face drained of colour. “Sir, I don't understand.” “Of course you don't.” I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him toward the centre of the living room. “Get on your knees.” “Sir, please—” “KNEEL!” Rio dropped to his knees so quickly that the towel slipped from his fingers. He looked up at me with wide, frightened eyes, his hands trembling as he clasped them together. I stood over him, my jaw clenched. “Tell me what you put in my breakfast.” “Nothing, sir! I swear, I didn't put anything in your food!” I let out a humourless laugh. “Do you think I'

LORENZO'S POV I couldn't stop thinking about the way Jovan had looked at me in the punishment room. He hadn't begged or looked away, even when the whip came down. Instead, he'd held my gaze with that infuriating composure. The memory sent an unexpected wave of heat through me, and before I could stop myself, I was growing hard. It was fucking ridiculous. I'd dealt with men who had threatened my life without losing a night's sleep, yet Jovan Rosfrith had managed to get under my skin without even trying and the worst part was that I wanted to see that look again. When Grayson mentioned that Marco was available, I didn't hesitate. Marco was familiar, discreet, and knew exactly what I liked. There were no complicated questions, no arguments, and certainly no stubborn men looking at me as though they could see through me. That was what I needed. I had Marco brought to the estate after eleven and took him to my bedroom. I'd done it before, and it had nothing to do with anyone in the eas

JOVAN'S POV He handed me a water bottle, turned, and walked to the pull-up bar like I was a mildly interesting weather event that had already passed. Ethan materialized at my elbow twenty minutes later with the quiet competence of someone who had been there the whole time and had made certain professional observations. "You're staring again," he said as he wiped the sweat off his face with a towel. Ethan and I both had something in common; we were here against our will. Not like Lorenzo forced him but Ethan was a first class graduate of "I'm resting my eyes." "In his direction?" "In his direction because he is in the way." "Coincidence." "Remarkable coincidence." He made a sound that wasn't a laugh but had its DNA. He was younger than I'd initially clocked—mid-twenties, one of those faces that ran professionally blank until you caught the edges, which were more expressive than he probably knew. He'd been the least hostile person in this house since I'd arrived, which eithe

LORENZO'S POVDonatella had many qualities I admired but you see stubbornness was not one of them. Tonight it was the dominant one."The guest room isn't made up," I said, for the third time, at the bottom of the stairs. “You can't stay here Tella, just go home to your apartment.”"Then I'll sleep in my clothes." She was already on the fourth step. "Lorenzo. I'm tired, okay and I'm staying. This conversation is over.""The heating in the east—""West wing is my usual room." She didn't even turn around. "Goodnight.""Tella—""Goodnight, Lorenzo." She yelled from the top of the stairs before walking away and I heard her door closed.I stood in the entrance hall and looked at Ethan, who was standing by the wall with the expression of a man who had somewhere better to be and was too professional to say so."Not a word," I told him. “Don't blabber anything to her.”"I wasn't going to say anything, sir.""You were thinking about it." Ethan and Donatella were the closest in the house and for

DONATELLA'S POVI found the almond cookies and I ate three of them standing at the kitchen counter in my socks.After that, I poured myself a glass of wine, Lorenzo had Clara hide because he knew I was a sucker for it and I took the wine upstairs.I knocked on Lorenzo's door because the light was still on underneath it and because he was my brother and I was slightly wine-brave and I had things to say."It's me," I responded after he asked who it was at the door. "I'm coming in."I pushed the door open, to find my brother who hated sitting on the bare floor with his head tipped backwards."Something's different here," I said, looking around for heaven knows what. “You on the floor, you wanting me to leave, you gat something going on.”"Nothing's different." He got up."The lamp—""I moved it.""You never move the lamp. You're very particular about the lamp.""Donatella." He looked up at me with the patient expression he'd been wearing since I was four years old and refused to go to be