All Chapters of Captured by the sexy mafia boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

LAURA “That man tipped me ten thousand, girl. I’m telling you,” one of them laughed from the back of the line. “And if we’re lucky, we’ll make ten times more tonight,” another teased, dragging slowly on her cigarette before they both burst into laughter. I whimpered softly, rubbing my forehead. Not even the loud music from the club behind me could drown out the noise inside my head. I had only two weeks to raise a sum of money I had never touched in my miserable twenty-four years of existence. But if what they were saying were true, I’d just found a way. My back straightened immediately. I didn’t need anyone to explain who they were or what they did. The only thing that mattered was this: they said they could make a hundred thousand tonight. Without giving myself another second to think, I walked over and joined the back of the line. A small feeling of fear settled in my chest as the queue grew shorter, but I ignored it. Soon, I was standing in front of a man who looke

DAMON It’s 10am in the morning. I’m dressed in a black shirt and black pants. I just killed two men and I don’t feel sorry about it. They deserved it. What wasn’t deserved was those bastards tampering with my plane or the two hour wait that somehow turned into four before the next available flight. She’s probably gone, I thought as I endured the agonizingly long trip back. But I told her to wait. I’m guessing she didn’t. A cruel smile touched my lips. God help her if she didn’t. She’d probably be beneath another man right now. My fist clenched immediately. “What’s on your mind?” a cold voice called from beside me. It was Micheal my right hand man. “Why?” I asked lazily, tilting my head mildly. “It’s not everyday I get to watch you lose control.” I arched my brows in confusion. “Come on man,” he scoffed. “I watched you smile while gutting two men alive and you don’t usually clench your fist like that because you’re always trying to keep your victims alive longer so they ca

DAMONTwenty hours had passed since she fainted in my arms. Maybe I frightened her too much. A part of my chest tingled at the realization that I might’ve pushed my girl into the arms of another monstrous man.My girl…I said it again as I brushed weak strands of hair off her face. I would’ve loved to show her the finger I took from his hands, to reassure her that I meant what I said. But I knew better now.Her soft grumble called my attention back to her as she adjusted uneasily on the bed.“You…”“It is I, dove,” I reassured her.The look on her face was proof enough that she wasn’t pleased to see me.“Where am I?”“In our house.”She arched her brows. “Our?”“Yes, dove. Our.”She adjusted herself more, grunting softly.“Here, let me help you,” I offered.She didn’t struggle.“What happened to me?”“You crashed in my arms.”“That’s not what I remember.”“What do you remember?”“You, hitting that man. Blood…” she said. The way her breath hitched mid-sentence signaled that her full co

CHEESE IN A TRAP DAMON We'd spent all day tracking every possible site in Russia. I'd called every important connection I had. Still nothing. The shipment was nowhere to be found. I cussed under my breath. I wished the man would simply let me pay him back, but I knew better. He wanted his shipment, and he wanted it found. It had to be found. Ammunition left too many traces behind, especially an entire cargo with untouched serial numbers. The man wasn't a good one, but that didn't mean I wanted those weapons falling into worse hands. Still, that didn't give him the right to fucking tail me. For days. My car eased toward the front of my twenty foot high black iron gate, set between two limestone walls. "Wait," I ordered the driver. I pulled out my phone and called the client. A few seconds into the call, I realized it wasn't him who had me followed. Then who the fuck was it? I stepped out of the car. With my hands buried in my pockets, I approached the dark tinted car. The

PITCH BLACK EXPERIENCE LAURA Everything was black. From her heavy leather furniture to her bedsheets. Her room didn’t even look like a help’s room. Her expensive shampoo and huge closet had me wondering just how close they were. If he did favors for many others before me. I could never sleep alone. Worse, in such a big room where I’d definitely be caught before I could run to the door. I forced the traumatic thought out immediately. “Do you have no other color?” I asked as I went through her closet. She gave me a terrifying glance. “Isn’t it obvious by now? I’m obsessed with black.” I didn’t want to impress Damon, I convinced myself of that, but I didn’t want to look plain either. Especially when she was so reachable. I felt a teeny bit insecure and I studied her perfect slender figure, oval face and high nose bridge. Although she had a short bob, she was drop-dead gorgeous. “But this is all lingerie. I’m not going to strip. I’m just sleeping next to him,” I explained