Mafia And Captive Novels & Stories

Mustafa who is now with Zoe wants to live a new life again after going through hell in his marriage with Cassie but with the children they have standing in the way, how does he function properly as the husband to Zoe and as a father to the children he has with Cassie? Cassie is left to deal with the misery, trying to patch all of the broken pieces together after so much has been ruined. Would she ever get a renewal of love and life itself when there's unprecedented polyandry standing in the way? Aren't you excited for this??? Ooh la la! Until next time, see you in The Captor, sequel to The Captive! One more thing, you can read The Captive on GoodNovel now and you can also purchase it on Okad

But Anna’s terrified eyes met mine. “No,” I said firmly and louder this time. “Let her go.” He smirked at me. “You are foolish, girl. I’m giving you a chance to live. Leave now. You don’t want to mess with the Cruz Mafia.” What the fuck! Cruz mafia? Anna had told me about them on our way here. They are the second biggest mafia in the country. “Oh God,” I whispered. “Please,” I pleaded as I came closer, “let her go.”

I was going to fix that as soon as we were done with our activities today. Kolya pulled up at a nondescript building that served as one of our offices and a base for some of our more illegal operations. I passed the men packing crates of weapons downstairs and headed up to the second floor, where the offices were located. I scanned my fingerprint and retina at the door at the end, then unlocked the door and entered the room. It didn't contain much, except a desk, two chairs and a number of safes and locked cabinets. I looked through the desk drawers for the file of the man whose debt we were going to collect, rummaging through until I found the manila folder. Trent Kingston, 53 years old, wi

I nodded. Whatever this was, whatever he had found—it wasn’t a joke. Without another word, he turned on his heel, leading the way. I followed him into the darkness. The air smelled of blood and metal, thick with sweat, and something darker—something final. Lucas’s men were positioned all around the room, their silent presence adding to the undeniable mafia-like scene. One of them, a tall man with a buzz cut and a cruel smirk, crouched in front of the restrained captive, gripping his jaw roughly.

Like he had been starving for me, and I was the only thing that could sate his hunger. And that was the problem. I wasn’t supposed to feel that. He was my captor, damn it. A mafia lord. The kind of man you ran from, not towards. Yet here I was, still tasting him, still replaying the feel of his mouth, the weight of his body, the way he had looked at me after.

In the dark basement of the same hotel, Shawn is lying on his side while his hands and legs are pulled back and tied together in an awkward and uncomfortable position. "Snap his picture and send it to that Nikolai. Let's show him what would happen if they try to offend our boss, Mr. Miller" one of the masked men spoke arrogantly. There are five men who are all wearing masks. In the dead of the night they silently slipped past the hotel security and sneaked inside Shawn's room and kidnapped him. All the five men look tall and bulky like bouncers. Immediately one of them picked up Shawn's discarded mobile phone and snapped a picture of their captive before sending it to Nikolai. They send anot

“What do you mean?” “He wasn’t the man Noah thinks he was,” Mikhail said, his voice grim. “He was part of a criminal syndicate, Belle. A powerful one. Your mother and I got involved in a business deal with them, and things went south. Noah’s father tried to back out, but it was too late. They killed him to send a message.” Belle felt sick to her stomach. “And you never told me? You let me fall in love with Noah, knowing all of this?”

Zona exited hesitantly, "I'm guessing he kidnapped me since he has that controller." Mark Denial was Mia's fiancé and the second son of the head of the Strandri mafia family, in fact, Zona had accused him once long ago during the trial, when Valerio had trusted him, however, after an investigation the poor boy had been recuperating in the Capital Hospital due to an Achilles tendon injury sustained from a climb prior to the day of the incident, which was documented with hospitalization records.

“You expect us to trust you after everything? You think we’re just going to follow you?” The figure’s gaze never wavered as they spoke, their voice chillingly calm. “Trust is earned, Camila. And what I’m offering you is more than just power. It’s a future. The kind of future you can’t get by playing the same old game.” Daniil took a step forward, his fists clenched. “And if we refuse?” The figure’s smile returned, but it was colder this time. “Then you’ll be left with nothing. The mafia world doesn’t belong to you. Not yet. Not until you play by the rules.”