All Chapters of To Crave My Mafia Captor : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Matthias groaned as he was dumped into a chair, the metal legs scraping annoyingly against the rough floor. The bag was pulled from his head and he blinked, taking in his surroundings.Dirty, slimy walls with graffiti, a pungent smell that sent his stomach coiling, and trash littered around with rats playing tag. Where the fuck was he? How did he end up here?Matthias tried to move, but he couldn't. His wrists were bound behind his back. His legs were freed, but that didn't help at all. Every muscle in his body ached as if he had been training vigorously in the gym for years without stopping.What happened? He remembered that he was walking out of a nightclub after celebrating a friend's engagement.The sound of the metal door creaking open hauntingly reached his ears. Matthias snapped his head up as a man came into view, strolling towards him, hands tucked in his pockets. A lollipop dangled from his lips.His eyes traveled up to the man's face. This was... Matthias was blown away and

Dante De Santis double-checked the photo on his phone and the man who was tied to the chair, legs slightly spread with a huge cock pointing at him like a gun.Exhaling, he turned around and glared at his men. What the fuck? Did they meticulously plan and scout the area only to kidnap this man?It was the wrong guy!The guards shrank their necks and gazed at the floor as if there was something very interesting there. No one dared to speak a word or look at Dante."All of you outside. You, stand guard. Make sure he doesn't escape," Dante spoke in Italian.Once outside, Dante pulled out his gun and pressed it against one of his men's foreheads."S-sir?""Explain. How did you mistake Antonio, an ugly guy, for that one in there?" Dante's voice was dark and murderous."I'm sorry, sir! It was a mistake! It won't happen again!""We thought he was the one," another guard said, head lowered."Master Dante, what do we do with him? Should we silence him?"Dante pressed his lips into a thin line.

I'm not gay. I'm not gay. I'm not fucking gay.Those were the words Dante repeated and chanted to himself over and over again.He couldn't stop thinking about what just happened. That was just a mistake. He didn't mean to. Matthias might be gay, but he's not.It wasn't that Dante had anything against people being gay. It was just that he had been with women for the rest of his life. So him suddenly liking men? That was crazy. Unbelievable. How could one man turn him gay?Dante's phone chimed. He looked down to see that his brother had sent him another message. It was marked urgent."Toss him into one of the rooms. Keep him under your watch twenty-four seven," Dante ordered."Yes, sir."Dante walked to the other end of the hall as Matthias was dragged away in the opposite direction. He called his brother, Gianpaolo, the current head of the N'drangheta."Fratello!" Dante chimed."Dante, have you found Antonio?" Gianpaolo's nonchalant and deep voice came through.As always, his brother w

Matthias was being monitored by Dante's guards. He explained the situation to Drake, who went pale in the face. He had to talk to Drake so that the latter didn't blurt his mouth in front of others. Drake wanted to call the police or some SWAT team to take out Dante.However, Matthias refused, saying that taking rash action might put a bullet in their heads instead.The guards had repeatedly threatened to put a bullet in Matthias' head, including his sister's.Later in the day, Matthias headed back to his mansion. The butler, Hamilton, and housekeeper, Sydney, greeted him at the door with the staff. Their eyes widened when they saw three bodyguards who looked like gangsters keeping close to Matthias."Sir, they are?" Hamilton asked, concerned."Uh... My new bodyguards," Matthias lied."Your bodyguards? I thought you didn't want bodyguards anymore," Hamilton was suspicious."I changed my mind."He hated to lie to the people closest to him, but he didn't have a choice because he felt the

Matthias was unable to concentrate on work, so he headed downstairs. All he needed was some fresh air to clear his mind and probably a sip of wine.As he made his way to the kitchen, he heard laughter and voices. One was Hamilton. The other was...Matthias recognized that accent. Dante. He walked towards the kitchen silently. Matthias didn't want to eavesdrop, but he couldn't help it.Dante was seated on the stool in front of the island, cheek propped in one hand as he gazed at Hamilton. His cheeks were flushed pink, a silly smile on his face. It made him look... boyish. Almost innocent. Like he hadn't threatened Matthias an hour ago."Mister Dante, that's ridiculous. I'm not sure if that's even possible," Hamilton chuckled."Oh, you should try it. Just don't let the lady see. They scream bloody murder and run like horses," Dante whispered as if he was speaking about something scandalous.A frown crossed Matthias' face. He didn't understand what they were talking about. But whatever i