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

Lorenzo's povWhen I was in the car, I had had seven hours to think about Jovan Rosfrith and what I was going to do about him.Seven hours is a long time to think about something.Ethan was at the door when I came in. He took one look at my face and stepped back and said nothing, which was the correct response. I handed him my jacket without slowing down and walked to the east wing and opened Jovan's door without knocking.He was on the bed reading a book and he looked up when I came in with the specific face he had been perfecting since he arrived — the one designed to communicate that whatever I was feeling was my problem.I crossed the room and slapped him hard, the full swing of a very bad day behind it, and his head turned with it and the book hit the floor and for a moment there was just the sound of that and his sharp intake of breath and the silence after.He didn't move. He sat very still with his face turned to the side and his hand coming up slowly to his cheek and I stood

Lorenzo's Pov The problem with knowing something about a person was that you couldn't unknow it.Jovan Rosfrith had been in my east wing for weeks and in that time I had learned a number of things about him that I had not been looking to learn, and the thing I was currently failing to stop thinking about was the dark room. Specifically: his jaw. Specifically: the way it had stayed loose when it should have tightened, the way his breathing had stayed measured when it had no business being measured, the way he had held eye contact through the third strike with the specific expression of a man who was managing an entirely different problem than the one I was trying to give him.I had put the whip away and told him to get out. What I had not done, in the three weeks since, was stop thinking about it.So when Grayson mentioned, offhandedly, that Marco was available — Marco, who I called occasionally when the week had been long and the need for company outweighed the need for the kind of

JOVAN'S POVHe 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 either meant he w

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