All Chapters of Captive To The Mafia Lord: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ethan's POVI’d been to Castillo Security twice before.Once when Lorenzo hired me, once when he promoted me. Both times I’d walked through those glass doors feeling like I was walking into something that mattered. Like I was part of something that had weight and purpose and was worth being part of.Funny how that worked out.I pushed through the doors on a Tuesday morning with a USB drive in my jacket pocket and six months of documentation on my phone and the particular lightness of a man who had stopped being afraid somewhere around the third week after Mara died. Fear requires a future. I’d stopped believing in mine right around the time I identified her body.The receptionist — Yara, twenty-three, always smelled like the same vanilla lotion — looked up and smiled. “Ethan. I didn’t know you were—”“Is he in?”Her smile faltered. “Mr. Lorenzo is in a meeting, I can let him know—”“Which room?”She blinked. “Ethan, you can’t just—”But I was already moving past her desk toward the bo

JOVAN'S POVThe Meridian Q3 file had been open on my screen for forty minutes and I’d read exactly one page of it. One page forty minutes. I used to get through an entire quarterly review before my first coffee went cold and now I was sitting here reading the same paragraph about projected yield on the Hartwell portfolio like it was written in a language I was still learning.I closed the file, opened it again and read the first sentence. All I thought of was Ethan.That was the problem. Ethan kept cutting through with his warnings. “Be careful, Jovan.”I pushed back from the desk, running a hand through my hair. On one hand, I didn't want to believe him but Lorenzo was a dangerous man and I couldn't deny that.But if Ethan was so sure about Lorenzo being a murderer then why the hell would he allow himself to get shot?Everything at this point was confusing and the forged signatures that kept popping up on numerous documents weren't helping matters.I pulled the file back up. It was

JOVAN'S POVI'd been home from the office for like two hours and Lorenzo was not back. I knew I shouldn't have told him about Leilani calling.“What if she did something to him?” I ran a hand through my hair while pacing back and forth.“No,” I stopped. Lorenzo's much smarter than I am and wouldn't walk into a trap or even if he did, he'd do a much better job than I did.The elevator dinged and Lorenzo walked in with his shirt half opened, sleeves up revealing his tattoos and his jacket thrown over his shoulder."Well?"He looked at me. "It's handled.""That's not an answer.""It's the only one you need." He moved past me toward the kitchen, already loosening his tie.I followed. "What did she say? What happened? Is she going to stop calling or—""I said it's handled, Jovan." He poured himself two fingers of whiskey. He drank half before acknowledging I was still standing there. "You don't need to worry about Leilani anymore.""I'm not worried about her. I'm asking what happened.""An

ETHAN'S POVThe wound in my side was still bleeding not too much but it still made the bandage warm and wet under my shirt.It was a reminder that I'd barely survived the warehouse, that the trap I'd set for Lorenzo had backfired spectacularly, that I should be in a hospital instead of standing outside his building at 2 AM with a gun and a death wish.But Mara deserved this.My sister who was dead for three years because Lorenzo Vittorini decided she was a liability.I was going to end him tonight.I slipped past the night security—bribed, easy—and took the service elevator to the penthouse floor. The bullet wound pulled with each movement, sharp pain radiating from my ribs down to my hip.It didn't matter to me because pain was temporary but justice was forever.The elevator doors opened with a soft ding that sounded too loud in the quiet hallway. I pulled out the lockpick set—hands shaking slightly from blood loss, from adrenaline, from three years of planning coming down to this s

LORENZO'S POVI caught him before his head could crack against the hardwood, lowered him down, one hand on the back of his neck while he gasped for air like a drowning man."Breathe," I said. "Just breathe."He wasn't listening, all he did was stare at the box with wide, horrified eyes, hyperventilating.I looked at the box and almost lost my balance when I saw what was inside: Ethan's hand with his head both severed cleanly, professionally. Packaged carefully in plastic, preserved well enough that they hadn't started decomposing yet."Don't look," I said to Jovan. "Don't look at it." Too late, he'd already seen it and was shaking.He lurched to his feet, stumbled to the trash can, and vomited everything he'd eaten for breakfast coming back up in heaving, wrenching spasms.I moved the box, closed the flaps and blocked his view. He vomited again and again until there was nothing left and he was just dry-heaving, shaking, tears streaming down his face.I grabbed him, pulled him away fro