Todos os capítulos de Captive To The Mafia Lord: Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

Don't tell Zed about our little chat.The words were still echoing in my head, and my wrist throbbed like a second heartbeat. I looked up into Zed's face, at the dark eyes and the clenched jaw, and I knew with total certainty that whatever I said next would change everything.Lie, and I'd have six hours of fear and a blackmailer's leash around my neck.Tell the truth, and I might lose the only person in this entire school who'd just stood in front of the Dean and put his name beside mine."Rayna." His voice was quieter now. That was worse than the anger. "I heard the name. I heard the part about seven o'clock. Don't make me guess."My throat closed. I forced the words out one at a time, like pulling glass."Michelle was supposed to be here."He didn't move."The letter," I whispered. "The Elmor admission letter. It was hers. It came for her, and I..." My voice broke, and I pressed my fist against my mouth until I could go on. "I took it. I had the chance, and I took it. And I never ga

I didn't realize I'd stopped breathing until Zed's hand tightened on my arm."Stay behind me," he said."Zed, wait. Don't..."He was already moving toward the dorm, and I caught a glimpse of his face in the lamplight. The cool, bored mask he'd worn all night was completely gone. This was something else, something that made the back of my neck prickle.I lunged and grabbed his sleeve. "Jamie's in there!"That stopped him."Who?""My friend. She was asleep in my bed when I left. If you storm in there, she'll..." I shook my head. "She doesn't know any of this. She doesn't know what's real."Zed stared up at the dark window for a long, tense second. Then he closed his eyes.I watched, confused, as his head tilted just slightly, the way you'd listen for a sound in another room. The cold wind stirred his hair. Nothing else moved."One heartbeat," he said at last.My stomach dropped. "What?""In your room. Just one." His eyes opened, dark and steady. "Fast. Awake. Whoever's in there is afrai

“Hmm,” she slowly stood up from her chair, leaning forward over her desk. She didn't raise her voice as she began to speak, but her words carried the weight of a guillotine. “You know I consider you a very smart young lady, Rayna,” the VP began. “Especially given the way you worked your way into this prestigious college. But then,” she paused, giving me a pointed look, her red lips parting in a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.“... it'd seem as though I need to remind you that your position in this school is not quite…settled like that of other students who are here by merit.” Liana arched one bushy brow, adjusting the glasses perched ontop of her long nose. “That means we can choose to withdraw your admission anytime, for whatever reason we see fit.”I shifted nervously on my feet, still fighting the urge to look at the guys even though I could feel their eyes on me. “So I'm being threatened because I…”“You're refusing a direct order from authority,” the VP interrupted in a

I opened my eyes, and my hand immediately reached out across the vast mattress, searching for warmth.The bed was empty. The dark gray sheets beside me were cold and untouched.I sat up, pulling the blanket to my chest as I looked around the sunlit master suite. Romeo was nowhere to be seen. A small sigh escaped my lips. Last night, he explicitly told me that he was taking at least a week off from pack duties to spend time with his new bride. Yet, on our very first morning, I was waking up alone.While I sat there wondering where he could have gone, the door clicked open.Romeo walked in, freshened up and wearing a fitted black sweater that hugged his muscular frame. In his hands, he carried two steaming ceramic mugs."Good morning, my wife," Romeo said, his voice deep and smooth as he walked over to the side of the bed. He set one of the mugs on the nightstand beside me.My heart did a sudden, violent flutter. For the first time in my life, someone was pampering me like this—bringin

No matter how hard I scrub my skin, oil still lingers. Even if I scrub my knuckles until it burns or until the water turns black it never leaves. So I don't bother anymore.This is what I love and I guess certain things come with certain consequences. And this is what I get for playing with oil. Cute girl aesthetics was never really my thing to begin with anyways.I was rinsing my hands behind the shop when I heard the bikes approaching the house.I didn’t need to look up to know it was the Iron serpent returning to the club house. I has grown up with that sound. It was a sound meant to remind the world who owned the road.But my stomach tightened with tension when a small attendant who had just hoi the club rushed to the shop to inform me my dad was calling me in. I shut off the tap and wiped my hands on my jeans, even though it didn’t help. I took in several deep breaths to calm my nerves as I approached the club house. The sun was already dipping low, giving the sky a beautiful