All Chapters of Kidnapped By The Mafia King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Iris's Pov. I woke up with a start, taking a deep breath to shake myself off the terrible nightmare I had just had. It was hard to breathe as if someone had been choking me deep in my sleep. But the nightmare didn't end with opening my eyes. It was just the beginning because the reality was no less terrifying. As if my brain were trying to remind me, all the memories came flooding back as I looked around the room, and I quickly realized something. This wasn't the room I woke up in earlier. I was lying on a bed with white sheets. I was wearing a dress now, quite different from the t-shirt I had on the last time I was conscious. I remembered Xander. I remembered him holding a knife pressed to my throat. I've never felt fear like that in my entire life. Not even while I was Carlos’ prisoner. It truly felt like he was gonna use the blade! I just hoped Elizabeth and Mady turned out way better than I did. I knew there was something wrong with the coffee right from the moment I took the

Iris's Pov.His words held a promise dark enough to make me swallow my tongue. I truly underestimated him because it seemed like he didn't care about his friendship with Julian.Did something happen between them?I wanted to cry just imagining my brother's face. I wanted to see him, to tell him how sorry I was. He warned me about Ethan but I didn't listen. I even cut him off out of anger because I thought I was in love.I turned my head to the side, as far away as possible. Xander was too close to me.“You'll never get the chance to touch me again so don't you even dare.” I hissed venomously. I couldn't see him but I could feel his grin against my skin which was followed by a lecherous laugh.“Is that a promise, Iris?” His hand touched mine on purpose and my eyes followed the movement. “Do I have to remind you that you willingly fucked my lap like the needy little slut that you are?”I let out an offended sound at his vile, insolent words which he spat without shame. Angelo looked as

Xander's POV.If there's one thing I can say about me and fucking mean it one hundred percent, it is that I hated flying. It doesn't matter if it's with my jet with no unwanted people around or in a public flight with screaming kids that pisses me off, I loathe it.I always thought that with time I'd get used to it and this nausea and nasty buzzing in my ears would stop but even now, at the age of twenty-nine, the experience was still the same, sickening.And because of Iris, I've been going on more plane flights in the past two weeks than I had ever intended.After I was forcefully taken from my mother and went under the wing of my father, Lorenzo King, I stopped believing in every gentlemanly thing she taught me. I wanted to be anything but gentlemanly with Iris.The way I was taken wasn't voluntary in any way. It wasn't a request. Lorenzo King takes whatever he wants, not minding the consequences. In my particular case, he wanted me, so he took me.Ever since I left my mum and our

Iris's Pov.I laughed.Now this guy was fucking ridiculous.“In your dreams, Xander.”“I'll make you eat your fucking words once I get my hands on you, Iris. Mark my words.” His touch disappeared so quickly but the memory of it lasted longer on my skin. He turned his back on me, waving his hands towards the door.“Now get the fuck out of my office.” He said, his voice was raw and expressionless. “Courtney will prepare you for dinner.”I almost let out a scream, cursing him in my mind. I didn't have the strength to do it out loud but in my head, he was already lying dead on his office floor.I left his office, slamming the door behind me, hard.~~~~I've come to realize that a touch has a memory.A memory that leaves a burning mark on you for a certain amount of time or even for eternity in some cases. Of course, it mostly depends on who's touching you, and right at this moment, I couldn't stand being touched one more time because of the way this Courtney girl was tightening the corset

Xander's POV.Angelo was studying my face, lips pursed together as if waiting for me to finish my call before blurting out, “Courtney wants to see you.” He spat out of nowhere and I shot him a look. “She's already outside the office waiting for you to finish your call.”I groaned loudly, dropping my head back. “Why? Is Iris okay?”The little spitfire immediately popped up in my thoughts. I'm more than sure she's also giving Courtney a hard time and won't make it easy on her, that's why I had to remove poor Marisol from her care and confine her to the kitchens. I'm not sure the old lady can stand her fire.I haven't seen her since last night when she stormed out of the dining room after I told her that I had complete control over her. She told me to go to hell along with the middle finger and then she left. I would be lying if I said I didn't admire the fire inside her. It just makes everything so enjoyable. It's a bonus that I enjoy fucking with her maybe a little too much.“I don't k