All Chapters of Captured by the sexy mafia boss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

THE DARKEST BARGAIN DAMONI didn’t want to leave her alone for even a minute. But I had to. My negligence had caused this situation. If I had followed that car, or tracked who it was from the first time I noticed it seven days ago, this wouldn’t have happened.My arrogance put Laura in danger. Something in my core boiled uncontrollably with anger.I knocked on Lacey’s room.“Come in.”I pushed the door open.“Oh, come on. At least cover up.”“Why? Suddenly uncomfortable now that you have a new plaything?”“She’s not a plaything, Lacey.”“Ohhh…” she said sarcastically. “What is she then?”I rubbed my forehead. “I don’t know. She’s not a plaything.”She gave me a dumb stare.“Well, then that’s a problem, Damon.”“I’m not here so you can lecture me.”“A bullet flew over her head! She screamed.”“Don’t yell at me, Lacey. You’re not half as mad as I am.”“We can’t keep her.”“Did you find out who it was?”“Damon, you know we can’t.” She whispered, her eyes softening with familiar misery.

LAURADANGEROUS ARRANGEMENT “Why do you have different rooms?” my mother asked as she glanced around the room I’d spent the night in.“Mama, why aren’t you asking if I’m okay? Look, I cut my hair.” I said, disappointment boiling in my tone. We had just met, and I’d already begged you for a hug twice,” I stressed, forcing my voice to stay low.“Stop acting like a child, Laura. You’re a grown woman.”I scoffed in disbelief.“I’m not always going to be around to hug and comfort you.”“Well, luckily, I don’t need your comfort,” I lied, cleaning my eyes and sitting beside her at the edge of the bed.I did need her comfort. So desperately. I sat too close to her.“What is your relationship to that man?”“Well… he… he—”“You’re stammering, Laura.” She said, squinting her eyes at me.“Yeah, I am. What’s wrong with that?”“You do that whenever you’re lying.”I breathed out in exhaustion. “So I met him at a club where I got a job.”“What kind of job?”“An… an escort job,” I stammered.Her eyes

LAURA I slammed the door furiously behind me and landed on the bed. My mother sat on the couch opposite the bed. A plate of lasagna was in the middle of the marble table before her. “What now?” she asked without lifting her eyes to meet mine.“This plan isn’t going to work,” I stated plainly, my blood still boiling from the heated argument Damon and I just had. “He's silly, annoying…” My voice trailed off in frustration, and I let out a scream.“For fuck’s sake, Laura, can I eat in peace?”I shrugged. “He’s a madman. He thinks I’m a delicate, precious flower he can crush with his fists.”“Laura…”“He wouldn’t have me, and he still wouldn’t let me go.” I continued, ignoring her calls. “Laura!” she screamed, forcing me to shut up.I turned to face her.“Come here,” she called.I walked to her side and settled beside her. “Here,” she said, gesturing as she offered me a spoonful of lasagna.“Mhhh,” I moaned. “This is the one good thing about this place. They have a good chef.”“Ever me

LAURAIt’s been six days since my mum left me. Where she’d gone to, I had no idea. I knew we had lost our home and that we both had no money. I wondered if she was safe, if those bad men had come back for her.“I’ve been in worse situations, darling. I’ll be fine.” That was the last thing she said to me before she was driven out.Although I was no longer in denial about my situation, something plagued my mind. I couldn’t take away the image of Damon throwing that cup over my mother’s head, or the threat. Something else was going on. I was certain of it. But I knew my mother too well to ask. She’d definitely lie.And Damon… I suddenly became too terrified to speak or even look at him. He, too, had continued to act like I didn’t exist. He always held my gaze long enough to let me know he’d seen me. Nothing else. Not even a glimpse or missed glance.I folded and tugged at the last corner of my sheets and stretched.This morning, I decided things would be different. I’d do things. Anythin

DAMONI watched Curry hurry for his car while I savoured the fear in his eyes. There were times when I almost forgot the thrill of violence. But seeing his eyes widen in terror and watching him make an effort to run in all his glory gave me a very twisted sense of satisfaction. He put me at war with the Nazis; now it was his turn to deal with whatever drug organization he was involved with.I signaled to the bartender towards the tip I left on the slab and headed for the elevator. I couldn’t wait to get home, but I was too irritated by Curry’s proximity, so I had to visit my private suite for a bath and a change of clothes. An hour later, I was done and at the entrance of my building. I pulled a fresh pack of cigarettes from my pocket and lit one.The warming satisfaction washed over me as I let out a puff, burying my spare hand in my pants pocket. The more I looked at the night sky, blaring with lights from tall buildings, the annoying horns from cars, and huge billboards, the more I