Captive Of My Mafia Crush Novels & Stories

She doesn't know why she was still walking when she should be back to the party . The light was flickering inside the cottage and the guard was laying unconscious at the corner . Layla walked Forward to the window . Peeking through it, she saw a girl was tied up in a chair , few men were surrounded by her . Another guy was sitting opposite her . "Mia , sweetheart . You shouldn't come here ? What were you trying to do huh? Spoil my wedding? By opening your big mouth? You know I never like when you do that , unless it was for my dick . It's exactly where your mouth belongs to ." Thumb tapping on the girl's lips , Felix smirked.

"I didn't think you'd fall for him. I didn't think you'd become one of them." "One of them? Carrick, what are you talking about?" "The mafia, Lucy. The criminals. The people who destroy lives and don't think twice about it." Carrick's hands clenched around his cup. "You're with Barry Castellano. Do you have any idea what that makes you?" Lucy felt anger starting to build in her chest. "It makes me someone who survived. Someone who found a way to live instead of drowning in the mess you created." "I was trying to protect you..."

Only heartbreaking screams of agony can be heard. “Turn on the lights,” Robin instructed. One of the guards dashed to turn on the electricity. Robin waited for the light to turn on before continuing his steps. *** “Let me go!” A woman screamed as a man sat on top of her body on the floor. A thick cable is used to tie both of her hands. When the light came on, Carita's face was filled with horror as she watched the mafia member she relied on collapse around her. The remaining quarter had been apprehended by Robin Luciano's men, kneeling in a tied position with their mouths gagged.

I curled myself on the floor in pain, clutching my torn shirt and sobbing painfully. I glanced once again at my phone as a text notification lit up my screen. It was from Alicia. “Good morning, handsome! Can't wait for our date tonight! ❤️” Once again, I'll have to look her in the eyes and pretend everything was normal. I have to love her in daylight, knowing her brother owns me in the dark. I closed my eyes as a deep sob of raw anger and pain escaped my throat. The realization that my golden boy era was dead now and the mafia's toy had been born tonight broke me even further.

The caption read: [My Capo says, "If you love me, you show me devotion that never dies." I didn't storm the casino to confront him. I just packed my bags, ready to leave the city. Forget flowers. At that point, I wouldn't have cared if he'd bought me the most luxurious villa in all of New York. I looked at the likes and comments under Chloe's story. They were from a few of Alessandro's men, gangsters I once recognized. [Damn, the Capo's generous. Fifty grand without even batting an eye.] [I heard the boss only gave Sienna some dead weeds and a "love you," hahaha.]

" He repeats his question. "Yes" I squeaked. "Yes master" he corrects me "Yes master" I repeat looking at him "Keep your head down when you talk to me" I lower my head playing with my fingers. "Good girl. Someone would come soon with new clothes for you. Don't talk to anyone if it isn't me" He goes out closing the door behind him. Everything comes crashing down. I'm not dreaming. This isn't a prank. I got sold to a mafia family, I'm married to the capo of the Mafia. Aunt Sofia didn't even try to stop them. Why didn't she? The tears start coming before I realize it.

“ Are you kidding me? I asked. “ Why would I? He said while he stopped chopping and look into my eyes. “ I know I can never be that special woman to someone like you “ I said. “ What makes you think that way? He asked. “ Because you bought me to be your sex slave and I know the only thing pulling you back from turning me to your toy is your injured hand” I said. He step out of the kitchen and comes to me at the counter. He pulled me closer to him. “ Is that what you believe? He asked. “Isn’t that what most of the mafia do? I asked.

BANG. Both collapsed mid-charge, blood pooling beneath them. She could hardly process it. Less than twenty seconds, That’s all it took for him to take them all down. The room was silent again. The only ones left were Rafael, Celia, and the leader still holding her hostage. The man’s grip on her tightened, his entire body rigid. His breathing had turned shaky. Celia realized something then. He was scared of Rafael. The mafia leader’s lips curled into a snarl. "You love to rebel," he spat. "But you should know by now, you’re no match for me."

“Because when you wake up, I’m going to start all over again.” As I drifted off in his arms, sore, marked, and full of his cum, I realized the truth: I had been captured by the mafia don. And I had no desire to escape.

The first time he saw me, I was a girl standing in the rain. The second time, I was a medical student holding a crime lord's life in my hands. The third time, he dragged me from my clinic, bleeding out on a stretcher, and claimed me as his own. "Who are you?" I asked, a captive in his glittering penthouse. "I'm the man who's been watching you for nine years, milaya," Damian Volkov whispered. He's the Bratva king, a monster in a bespoke suit, and his obsession with me is as deep and dangerous as the secrets I'm hiding. He sees a surgeon. A prize.