Mafia And Captive Novels & Stories

The once-sniveling child who used to cling to his legs, begging for scraps of kindness, now stood before him, transformed into a man he could hardly recognize. “Mafia...” he muttered, his tone betraying his unease. Frederick Duval gnawed at his fingernails, unable to hide the worry etched into his weathered face. He struggled to reconcile the dangerous figure before him with the boy he discarded 24 years ago. That weak, crying child had grown into someone formidable—someone who now held the power of a ruthless Lafleur executive, a criminal syndicate infamous across Marseille.

Carlo put the person in the cage and closed and locked the door, "Be a good girl and wait here for me until I return, a maid will bring you food later." "You're not the real Carlo, you're just crazy! Bastard!" Cynthia shouted in disbelief, slapping the bars of the cage and cursing. "Remember, my full name is Carlo Ricci ,and you will be buried in the same grave as me even if you die in this life." Carlo said as he put on his tie, the young master of the dreaded Ricci family was back.He appeared to be the polar opposite of how he had been at first.Not long ago he was laying in bed, compassionately caressing Cynthia.

I call it "Hell hole" I remember the kidnapping started when I was 14. My friend, Anna, who was really beautiful, kidnapped from her home. Her father said, bunch of guys came to their house at night and point guns at them, then they took Anna and her mother, who was still quiet young at that time. Now her father is known as "Mad Davis". His nickname explains his condition right?

It first time that I am happy and satisfied with the things which happen in my life. He stared at me with a confused face. Squeezing my hands in his he tried to speak but stopped when I showed him my palm before anything. " Did you recall something from this? The time when I was your captive I have begged you the same as your current situation. Did you hear my begging that time? No! Then I wouldn't. See Mr Fucking Wright table is turned, now I am the one who has more power than you " I told him holding my tears back so as not to break into tears.

The Mafia Lord. The man who had destroyed countless families without blinking, who carved his empire from fear and corpses. And now… my captor. He lifted his gaze, locking on mine, and for a moment, the entire world stopped. “Bring her here,” he said, voice deep, controlled, and laced with arrogance that made it sound like an order from God Himself. My body went cold. “No! You can’t do this!” I screamed, kicking, struggling. My voice cracked, raw with terror. “Why me? I don’t even know you!”

“You are my captive. You are the one marked as my bride’s killer. Your life, your fate, every breath you take… it all belongs to me. Only I decide what happens to you.” Even as pain and fear consumed me, I refused to back down. I told him again, over and over, that I was innocent, that Kean was the real monster. He threw me away like I was trash. My body hit the cold hard floor with a thud, all the air knocked out of me. He turned his back on me, barking orders to his men to tie me up and lock me away. And so I ended up here, trapped in a dark, freezing room.

His gaze went flat, falling into a hollow, distant daze as if he were no longer sitting in this filthy motel room, but was instead trapped in the dark theater of his own memory. "Two years ago," he began, his tone dropping into a cold cadence that made the hairs on my arms stand up, "he was held captive by the Spanish Mafia. They snatched him right off the street in broad daylight, bypassing our security like we were nothing but amateurs. And then, they sent me a message. They threatened to kill him if I didn't hand over a massive international business deal—a shipping and logistics contract that I was supposed to handle, one that would have secured the Vitale family's dominance for the next

“The person who contacted me… they have their own reasons for wanting to help. It might not be safe.” “Safe?” Owen laughed, but there was no humor in it. “My daughter is being held captive by a mafia don. Safe went out the window five days ago.” Leandro’s phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: “Warehouse district. Pier 47. Come alone.” His blood ran cold. This was it. After days of planning and waiting, Carissa Santos was ready to make her move. “I have to go,” he said, standing up. “Go where?” Cara was on her feet too, worry etched across her features. “Leandro, what’s happening?”

I couldn’t be more fucking wrong… Because two and a half years later, the case had been closed. Justice hadn’t been served. Agron was walking free… Without a warning, without any penalty at all. Not even a fine. Not even community service. Absolutely nothing. He was a free fucking man… And he’d used it to his advantage. And kidnapped me. Making me his captive. Taking me away from the one good thing that had happened to me after years of suffering. Lorenzo Salvatore. People needed mafia men like Lorenzo to point at, and say that they were the bad guys.

I smiled at her. Then she took her leave, closing the door behind her. If Miriam continues this way with me, what does being Captive mean? I just need someone I can always talk to and be free with. This is a Mafia clan and it's already too serious. I don't need more seriousness around me. It's draining.