The Mafia Boss Captive Novels & Stories

Fearful for his life, the man obliged. As they entered the club, the captive pointed out the leader in the black jacket. "the man on black jacket is the leader" Ralph’s eyes followed the direction of the captive’s finger, and as soon as he spotted the boss, he sent a bullet straight into the captive’s head as he charged for the boss. Ralph, his gun trained on the boss, approached without hesitation. Two armed men flanked their leader, their weapons trained on Ralph, but that didn’t stop him from moving.

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

"One of the biggest Mafia bosses in Milan, Luciano Bianchi, was shot dead at an auction on Saturday night..." A smile of satisfaction pulled up on Alessandro's lips after hearing the news rattled out by the female newscaster on the radio. The car pulled up at an old warehouse where his captive was kept. His men tied the captive up to a chair, bruised black and blue. Alessandro circled around the tied-up man, like a vulture circling around a dead animal. "Long time no see, Jonas." Alessandro greeted.

Everyone is involved this time around, our lives depend on the outcome of today's fight. My uncle and his medical are on standby somewhere close while Devine, my dad and Mr. Dicosta are in a van monitoring everything. I just can't wait for today to end, I watched as men fall to the ground some by my gun others by my mum or Aunt Maria's. I can see the fear in the eyes of the Russians when they saw my husband and my brothers. The fight took place for about ten minutes. All the Russians who were on our side used their scarf to tie on their arm so we excluded them, It was easy for us since we had people inside working for us. Alexander was finally captured, and the men promised to give him the m

one of them barked, his thick accent slicing through the air. They were Russian. My mind flashed back to the ball where the Russian mafia came and attacked, killing people and taking me as their captive. I didn’t know much about mafia affairs, but if the Russian mafia had such autonomy in a territory that wasn’t theirs, that meant they were working for someone. I had a suspect on who our captor might be, but it wasn’t possible. Maximo had rendered him crippled. I saw it with my two eyes. “If our talking bothers you, then let us go,” Isa shot back, her anger flaring.

My chest, my head, my ears, and annoyingly, even between my legs. “What the fuck, Chiara,” I scold myself, burying my face in the pillow and letting out a muffled scream. What in the blazing hell was that all about? He’s a mafia boss, so that makes him a murderer. He literally kept me captive here. Sure, he tried to spare me, but who’s to say he won’t do anything worse than straight up just shooting me in the head? Not to mention that the man may quite literally be something inhuman.

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

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.

I took a sharp breath before shooting him a menacing glare. "No!!" I bursted. "I wasn't watching what you think I was watching." "Really?" he quirked his amused brows. "I was reading a book more specifically a Mafia book. To be aware of the dangers I may have to face as I'm staying with you.." I pointed my finger to him with my eyes narrowed into a hard glare. "...CEO slash Mafia slash criminal slash smuggler slash girl trafficker." "Ohh!!" "Yes, ohhh!" I mimicked him.

"He shouldn't have escaped at all. It was all your incompetence that aided him." Mostafa had been furious when he discovered that Captive had escaped, taking Mostafa's prized sex-slave in training with him. Initially, he'd ordered Captive to be killed on sight and his slave returned, but later, after he'd calmed down, he decided to capture Captive alive for a more gruesome fate. He wants to watch him die slowly. Painfully. . . . .