The Mafia Boss Captive Novels & Stories

“I'll pay off my father's debt. I-I'll work… as much as I have too just please, let me go” He suddenly dropped the ice pack on the bed next to me as he grabbed my face between his thumb and index finger. “I don't think you understand the situation you're in… Olivia. You've been sold to a ruthless mafia King and you really think begging will change anything?” I felt a tear betray me as it ran down my cheek. “You are mine now, to use as I please.” He brought his head to the crook of my neck, getting a good whiff of me.

The curtain rods were bolted down. Even the bathroom mirror was shatterproof. Dominic Voss had prepared this prison well. The mate bond hummed beneath my skin, a constant awareness of him somewhere in this massive compound. It pulled at me, demanding I seek him out, submit to the connection neither of us wanted. I pressed my palm against the cold window glass, trying to ground myself against the sensation. "Fighting it only makes it worse." I spun around. Dominic stood in the doorway, having entered without a sound. He had changed into dark jeans and a fitted black shirt, looking less like a mafia Alpha and more like sin wrapped in expensive fabric.

Pain spread belatedly, stiffening him up to his neck. “Boss.” Marco called. Dane tried to point toward the employee inside, but only his fingers moved. The employee was facedown on the floor. From here, they couldn't immediately tell whether he was alive or injured. The officer shouted for the gun to be put down. One man at the entrance disappeared backward; another froze where he stood. Everyone reduced their movements, afraid of another louder sound. Marco dragged Dane farther behind the door. He wanted to draw his gun, but letting go with one hand made his boss tilt forward. His search for Andrea and his need to watch Dane pulled his eyes in different directions.

“No. No, you fucking bastard!” I had no option but to look up at Damon. “Please,” I mouthed, crying profusely. He tilted his head slightly, puffing out a huge fume of smoke. “Please, please,” I pleaded, looking up at him. When he straightened, I saw the black tip of a sniper rifle creep up from behind a cargo container behind him. I returned my gaze to Curry. “Let my mother go, you vile bastard.” He scrutinised me and let out another laugh.

Helen, who was attempting to rise off the floor, skidded to a halt when she heard the name 'capo degli capi. She had heard of such a name in the news, and it was an Italian name that referred to a Mafia boss. She pondered and suddenly remembered that the reason Steven's face looked familiar to her was because she had seen him in the news. He was the most powerful and notorious mafia boss of the Phantom underworld who had lately been arrested for a crime he had committed. She forced herself not to cry out loud by putting her entire finger inside her mouth. 'Don't worry, Helen; you didn't commit a crime, so there's nothing to worry about.' As she breathed, she counseled herself.

The Mafia's Captive Intro: She was his captive and he was her protector.. Maria ran all her life from commitment but meeting crime boss Ried seems to be the end of her running days... Maria's P.O.V. Fuck! I'm tossed into the back seat like luggage yet again.. Reid leans into my face and orders or rather more like snarls, “Stay.” He slams the door, runs around to the other side and gets in, and barks at the poor man in the driver’s seat to get going.

I gave a nervous laugh "Jones and Harry. Seize the traitor of a beast!" Both men took out their guns but instead aimed it at me. "W-What?" I asked confused "I said Ferro, not me!" "Sorry Boss." Jones clicked the hammer "We only take orders from Damanico." "Damanico?" I asked in horror "What madness is this?" "The fact that your mafia has been playing you all along." a voice said and a figure walked calmly through the door in a black shirt and jeans "D-D-Da..." I was stuttering as I took a few steps backwards

He was tied to a chair and blood was oozing from the side of his head. "Vincenzo who is this?" I asked my voice quivering. Vincenzo approached me like a maniac, and put his hand on my cheek. This time it was different than a couple of minutes ago. This man wasn't the affectionate Vincenzo. This man is the mafia boss. "Shhh you will be fine. We will only have some fun with our dear guest." His whisper sent my heart into overdrive. "What are you going to do with him?" I asked as my eyes were filled with tears.

And every minute he was in there he wondered who he had angered in the mafia world that he was kidnapped and left to suffer in the darkness of the room, he always sat close to the door hoping he would overpower one of them someday and escape. One night after he was taken to use the bathroom and then looked back inside the room, he overheard the two men talking about their boss. It was the mafia boss of the Velle group. She dealt armed weapons to less than law bidding people. But he had never done anything to her and his parents were her biggest clients, he became angry and like two days passed by he grew to hate the woman, one day instead of two guys taking him to the bathroom, only one of t

I needed to communicate to Tyler where and when I will be free today, I missed the previous night, he must be mad at me. Still stretching out on the bed, I still could not reach out to my phone. I turned my head to the side and saw a huge painting by the wall. It was a man who I recognized, Mariano the most notorious ruthless mafia leader. Some say he is a tyrant, others say he is a psychopath and a maniac.