Mafia And Captive Novels & Stories

“Don’t play games with me, Ricardo, you wouldn't take a captive without knowing her name and a background check on her just give Valentina Di Maria back to me for peace to reign,“ he snapped at me. Wow! He sure had some nerves talking to me in such a way but that only made me realize that he was new to the mafia work. If not he’d have known that I hate being spoken to disrespectfully. Deep down I didn't know why I was sad that Valentina belonged to someone and I immediately pushed that feeling away and tried to suppress it because I felt it was stupid of me to be feeling that way. “Okay I need you to confirm that the captive we have is indeed the Valentina Di Maria that you claim is your Fia

Carl woke up aching. The effect of drugs caused him a severe headache. He barely opened his eyes when he remembered everything: He and Charlotte got kidnapped by the mafia. He heard them talking about the ‘slaves market’ and ‘good merchandise’. He knew they were referring to him and his sister. He was treated horribly and approached sexually, but he defended his sister. He tried to flee with her but they got caught. Thank goodness the mafia men didn’t want to ruin the kids' bodies, otherwise, they would have whipped him mercilessly. During his captivity, Carl heard many terrifying stories, saw many disgusting scenes, experienced many gloomy things, and discovered many horrible secrets. He tr

But Anna doesn’t seem to care and as the head of the place. And I would love to care to, but sadly I am just being used by Hardy and this is not my place. And, none of these women should ever find out I am being held captive by Hardy. Because the way they all looked like they’re hungry to find out something about me, anything at all about me. . .*

Sophie shifted her seat beside me as she spoke. “What do you mean their first?” The coldness of the Dark Woods seemed to grow stronger and stronger each moment. The rustling in the woods, the howls of the wolves, and the invisible eyes that I felt before seemed to flood all my senses. Petra locked her eyes on Sophie. “We are not their first.” Everyone’s eyes and ears were all focused on Petra. “We are not the first captives the blood drinkers took.” Sophie gasped beside me with her hand placed over her mouth.

The woman smiled and backed away, pulling her knife out of his thigh like it was nothing. “Huh,” Mira chuckled. “You were one of the people I saved that night. Now, you’ve stabbed me in the back.” “Our little guest here was one of the captors that were never found. He disguised himself as one of the slaves. So when the time came, he would send words to his Master,” Westie said. “Would you mind leaving us alone?” Mira requested. Westie and the woman nodded. They left the basement. Mira grabbed a chair from the corner and brought it so that she would sit in the opposite direction of the captive. She pulled down his gag.

He responded looking deep into my eyes before turning to the view the largest bay window off to the side offered us of the town below, his kisses all over my face. I had finally, found my happily ever after with my own Mafia Boss beside me, all I had to do… was become His Captured Princess. ~The End~

“Ryker kidnapped me and blackmailed me into this.” “Ahh, that's your story,” Sofia nodded understandingly. “Here its tradition to kidnap the wife. You are lucky that you ended up with Capo. The less powerful men here are the trahiest human ever exist. Capo isn’t that bad of a human considering his rank so you lucked out. Plus, I heard he is big and knows how to fuck his women. Not only you will rule ‘the croce’ alongside him, you have the most authority in this mansion after capo, and your sex life is blessed.”

The one he'd said looked good on me this evening before I left for the restaurant's bathroom. Before these men kidnapped me. I'll be lying if I say I don't know where they're from. Kristoff is a powerful Mafia Don - much feared in New York and all over the world. A cruel underboss with a reputation to match that phrase. I knew what I was getting into when I let him into my heart after our initial agreement. I knew what I was getting into when instead of packing my stuff and leaving his mansion altogether, I got into a fight with my uncle when I went back to our shack to clear out what was left there.

The time had come to confront the remaining members of the gang that had dared to harm my wife. With a shared understanding, we silently made our way to the hidden underground facility where we conducted our Mafia operations. The air was heavy with anticipation as we entered the secure room, where the captive members of the gang were being held. I stood there, face to face with the captured undercover boss, a man whose actions had brought chaos and pain into our lives. He wore a defiant expression, refusing to divulge the information we sought. But I was determined to break him, to extract every ounce of truth from his treacherous lips.