Mafia And Captive Novels & Stories

I ordered my feisty little captive to be detained alone in the room we had prepared for her. My security team had gone over it with a fine-tooth comb. There was nothing in it that she could use as a weapon, either to hurt herself or me. There was also only one way out, through the door; all the windows had been secured, so she could not open them. When I began her training, she would learn that obedience brought her privileges, and, much more quickly, that her continued disobedience would bring her punishment. She had disrespected me twice, and I had allowed it because she did not know my rules, but from Saturday night onward, she would be fast-tracked.

“Let me show you.” He cut off Gabriel's entire right hand. I pushed a damp cloth into Gabriel's open mouth. “Shhhh, down boy. Just watch what will happen to you, if you decide to be stupid again. Do you understand me?” The older man is crying. “Good, so answer our questions. No talksies okay?” Achilles turned him back towards us. “Who is trafficking children and women?” “They call themselves the crowd,” Gabriel finally spat out. “We don't know anything else apart from that.”

I watch as a visible chill creeps straight up Chika’s spine, his shoulders going completely rigid under his tunic. His intellect has just figured out that the massive, silent men who kidnapped our units aren't simple, low-tier loan sharks at all; their imposing physical statures and coordinated military movements look uncannily like the elite, high-tier vanguards belonging to a supreme mafia family. It is completely clear to his brain that a dangerous mastermind is tracking his bloodline. Yet why was my own flesh caught up in this messy extraction trap too? Was my broken body merely utilized as collateral damage to manipulate his final submission?

(Translation: smuggled some drugs. "True that. But he owes us money. Either he pays or be killed." My blood ran cold at Erico's statement. Killed? I dropped my fork and looked at them with wide eyes. No one payed me much attention but Vincenzo. He was studying my reaction and anticipating what I will say next. "Who are you?" I asked with a fast beating heart. "Vincenzo Mercanti. Don of the Italian mafia. Number one mafia in Italy and USA." Vincenzo smiled evilly.

Ace frowned and calmed his annoyed self down. "He is not my master. Monad was" Olive kept quiet for a while, turned to the well-tinted glass window, and continued. "Most of us aren’t that bad. We follow the orders laid down not because we want to, but because we have no choice." His eyes depicted emotions that none of them in that car had ever felt. An emotion of unending sadness and imprisonment. The mafia world wasn’t supposed to be the way it is now. People weren’t forced to do what they had an aversion to, especially when it involved capturing their loved ones and using them as bait.

They were bound and gagged, terror clear in their expressions. My heart stopped. They were real. I was not alone. "Satisfied?" Vincent asked. "Three more hybrids, all successfully kept dormant through careful medication and memory suppression. Unlike you, Liana, these three have been cooperative." "Because they do not remember what you stole from them." Dominic's hands fisted at his sides. "What do you want, Moretti?" "A simple trade." Vincent's expression did not change. "My daughter for these three hybrids. You return Liana to me unharmed, and I will deliver them to your compound within the hour."

) #WrongReasonRightOne #Mafia #Dark #Twisted #Steamy #ReadtheWarnings #SensitiveThemes #Dominant #Caged #Kidnapped #Revenge Synopsis From First Book in Duo Series: CAGED-A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance Erica Kidnapped. Sold. Caged. I should’ve known. But with the monster I was familiar with locked in a mental asylum I stopped looking over my shoulder. And that’s when the real monster in a Armani suit, with beautiful face and a dark accent decided to haunt my dreams and every waking moment. Antonio Rossi. He bought me for the reasons unknown and now I’m a captive in his billion dollar cage. It has cliffs and forests and river. It has everything but the peace and freedom— two things I have

He seemed to be comparing a photo with Matthias. "Che cazzo," he cursed. Italian. His kidnapper was Italian. Somehow, this made Matthias think of the Mafia.

He wouldn't let this happen. He would come for me. He always did. Even | knew life with Massimo...his controlling hands, his unpredictable moods, and his obsessive nature was better than whatever this stranger had planned. Bootsteps scraped against the floor and I forced myself to lift my head. My captor, ugly and smug, a shadow of a man with teeth that caught in the lantern light, stood a few feet away watching me like I was somne prize animal he'd caught in a trap. His face looked like it had been

I never meant to leave her immediately after taking her virginity all those years ago, but my time in the outside world was coming to an end, as my responsibilities to my family were only growing. Now, I was the head of the Russian mafia in California, I could have any woman in my bed whenever I wanted, so why was I pining over her like a lost puppy after just one encounter? Sure, I felt guilty when I though about my actions towards Amaya, but that didn't automatically make me a good man. I didn't get to where I was by being soft or beating myself up for past mistakes, because that was all I allowed myself to think of her as, a mistake. She was a factor I never expected to come into play, an