All Chapters of Captive To The Mafia Lord: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

JOVAN'S POVI really tried but how was I supposed to when I'd seen Ethan's head in a plastic wrap or his dismembered body in a box?I threw another suit into the bag, hands shaking so badly I could barely grip the fabric.I'd slept with him, let him touch me and let him inside me and he was a murderer.Wasn't he?I zipped the bag, grabbed my keys and every essential thing then there was a knock on the door."Jovan." Lorenzo's voice, rough and desperate. "Please, just open the door and let me explain.""There's nothing to explain." I grabbed the bag, moved toward the door. "I'm leaving.""You can't leave. It's not safe—""It's not safe HERE!" I yanked the door open. "You had a man killed and delivered in pieces! How is anywhere less safe than with you?"He looked wrecked with his shirt untucked, and shadows under his eyes like he hadn't slept like he was breaking.Good, He should break."I didn't do this," he said quietly. "I have evidence. The courier was hired by someone else. It was

JOVAN'S POVI'd been staring at spreadsheets for six hours of board members, corporate records and finance. I was trying to find the pattern or the anomaly who'd been feeding information to Jovani.My twin brother. The person I'd abandoned when we were twelve. The person who'd spent fifteen years suffering while I built a life. The person who now wanted to destroy me for it.I couldn't even hate him for it. That was the worst part. If our positions were reversed—if I'd been the one thrown away, the one who'd suffered—I'd probably want revenge too.But it didn't mean I was going to let him take everything.Carlos had checked the house three times. The coast was clear, no threats of any kind. It was just me and my paranoia and the spreadsheets that weren't giving me answers.I'd narrowed it down to three possibilities. RICHARD CROSS—joined the board two years ago, recommended by someone I couldn't trace. HELEN PARK—family friend, known her for years, but her financials had irregularitie

JOVAN'S POVLorenzo slept for fourteen hours and I stayed awake the entire time watching him and making sure he was breathing.Anytime he turned, I would check his bandages to be sure it didn't come undone every two hours like Dr. Reeves instructed.The bullet had gone clean through but infection was still a risk that I could not afford. A dozen complications that could kill him if I wasn't careful.So I was careful.I changed his bandages when they soaked through, monitored his temperature and made sure he took the antibiotics when he woke briefly at 6 AM.He'd looked at me with unfocused eyes and said, "You're still here." He said in a sleepy yet deep voice that made me smile."Where else would I be?" I pushed back the hair on his forehead. “I'm your designated caregiver and it's my job to look after you.”"Safe.” He replied. “Away from me and from this mess that I dragged you into.""This mess is my mess too. Go back to sleep." I adjusted his pillow. “You need all the rest you can

JOVAN'S POVWe made it downstairs and I made Lorenzo sit at the kitchen island.I started pulling things out of the fridge; Eggs, butter, cheese and bread that was slightly stale but toastable. The basics of a meal cobbled together from whatever Carlos had stocked."You don't have to do this," Lorenzo said."Do what? Feed you? Pretty sure that's exactly what I have to do. You're recovering so you need every protein or calorie. All that good stuff that makes bullet holes close.""I have staff for this.""Your staff isn't here." I cracked eggs into a bowl. "Besides, I can cook, sort of. Foster care teaches you the basics—eggs, pasta, anything you can make with three ingredients and no supervision."He was quiet for a moment. Then: "You don't talk about it much. Foster care.""Not much to talk about. The system's broken and everyone knows it so talking about it doesn't fix it.""But you were there. From when to when?"I whisked the eggs harder than necessary. "Fourteen to eighteen. In fo

JOVANI'S POVThe cafe encounter had been perfect because Donatella had been way too clueless.She had looked at me like I was exactly what I pretended to be—charming, successful, harmless. She even gave me her number without hesitation and even smiled when I flirted like she wasn't Lorenzo Vittorini's sister and I wasn't the man planning to destroy her entire world.Amateur hour, truly.I walked into my warehouse office that was a converted industrial space up town and felt the familiar ache in my left leg. The cerebral palsy never went away, it just ebbed and flowed. Some days manageable, on others excruciating.Today was excruciating.I dropped into my chair, and reached for the bottle of OxyContin 40mg in my deskIt'd been technically prescribed for pain management and it was not supposed to be taken with the Adderall I'd already swallowed this morning.But technically didn't mean shit when your leg felt like someone was driving nails through the muscle.I dry-swallowed two pills,