All Chapters of Captured by the sexy mafia boss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

LAURAI never cared to ask for his name. I’d spent all this time knowing he was Damon, later on, the Don, the most feared name in the dark alleys. I never cared to ask for anything else.How careless. Worse, how reckless of me to think he was just a staff member. A man who cleared nine million dollars’ worth of debt in less than twenty-four hours.“Laura?” Damon called, pulling me back to reality.I stared at him for a few seconds. “So, let me get this straight. You own Crawford?”He smiled. “Yes.”“But…”“But what? You thought I was a gangster?”I nodded slowly.“I told you before. You have no idea what I am.”“I see,” I replied, controlling my breath. “What do we do about that?”“About what?”“This.” I gestured, circling my hand between us.He looked at me like I was crazy. For some reason, my whole plan had just begun to feel pointless. There shouldn’t be any grand plan. At this point, all I had to do was escape on my own. He definitely wouldn’t care if I went missing.“God, Damon!

LAURAWhatever I had thought the ride would be, it was totally different in reality. He drove like an old man, obeying every single traffic rule. I would’ve sworn he’d drive crazily, like he did that night when he showed me those fingers.I glanced at him as he drove so easily, so relaxed. The way his muscles flexed was mesmerizing. I snapped out of it. “You drove differently that night.” “You mean the night you stripped in front of those men?”I faked a cough. “It’s embarrassing when you put it like that.” He laughed without turning to look at me. I shook my head lightly. The confrontation with his secretary had already let me know that nothing he did with me was special. It ached in my chest, but that was the truth.He let out another loud laugh, but his eyes were still on the road.“What’s funny?” I asked.“I can’t imagine you cooking.”I smiled back. “I can’t imagine you having another house with a kitchen and cooking utensils.”“I do have everything a normal house should have.

DAMONI held her hand with one hand while steering with the other. We’d eventually given up on cooking and had a private chef come over. The evening sky was a shade of pink and a kind of yellow that melted beautifully into each other.“Do you know watching the night sky was my favourite thing as a child?” she asked.“It’s sort of everyone’s favourite thing. But tell me about it,” I replied, squeezing her hand gently, my eyes still on the road.“My mother said mine was manic. I’d lie on my back anywhere, at any time, just to watch the sunset. And when I was a teenager, I’d climb onto rooftops just to get a clearer view. One time, I got stuck on a rooftop until dawn. Although I got rained on until morning and lost my job, I got to watch the sunrise from a closer view.”I threw her a short glance before slowly easing to a stop as the traffic light turned red. My gaze shifted to her face.“I did develop the flu,” she continued. “My mother was missing then. She had crawled back to her junk

LAURAA week had passed since I last saw Damon.I missed him terribly, but worse than that, I grudged myself for how often his last kiss replayed in my head. I finally mustered up enough courage to open the packages we’d gotten together. First I opened the small velvet box that contained the pair of black diamond studs I got for Lacey. One thing was for sure was, I wouldn’t give Lacey the jewellery. She made me so angry and jealous. I resented her so deeply. As for Camila, she seemed to have a story and loyalty to Damon that I could understand. Besides, she’d mostly been taking care of me. All Lacey did was make sure I couldn’t breathe. I shut the jewelry box and set it aside.I gently separated the gifts from the rest of my packages. Everything was going smoothly until I found the red box containing the jewellery I’d bought for Damon and I. I slowly dragged it closer, ignoring the tension building inside me. I shut out the memory of how I’d gone from the peak of happiness to reject

KIESHAThe first time I saw this gate, it was from the back seat of a Maybach. It’s New York, so nothing is really new when you stand face-to-face with it, but this house? Everything about it was different, rich, and fascinating. Then, when I got inside and found out Laura had gotten away from our world in less than a week of joining it, that she’d found someone who cared for her enough to clear up her debts and give her a fortress, I was brimming with jealousy.“Why am I so unlucky?” I muttered under my breath as I opened the cab door and walked to the gate.I pressed the doorbell on the side. Now she even had me working for her. As her spy. I was somewhere between concerned and angry. I didn’t understand why her mother was so nervous. There had seemed to be nothing wrong with her the day we met. But one thing was sure: her concern wasn’t false. I could recognise that protective instinct from miles away, even if I were blind. I didn’t trust that Laura was in trouble. I trusted the in