The Mafia Lord's Captive

es

ed for the same style of dressing – jeans and a top. I didn't care to apply lotion or powder to my face; I didn't see the need. This was going to be

descended down. His eyes raked over my body from head

othes, but you loo

made me an orphan. I'm here against my will when I have a family out there. You can actually call me an orphan," I said bitterly. Something flicker

r. My insides were thumping with rage. I wanted nothing more than to

me go!" I screamed a

hen I jerked it away. "Don't touch me!"

h any mafia. For Christ's sake, Angelo," I pleaded, moving to stand in front of him. "Let me go. I promise I would never mention this to anyone.

ke that, leaving my words and pleas hanging. I bite my bottom lip, suppressing myself from breaking down in tears

gged my body with my arms as I hopped inside the car after Angelo had

out; instead, my mind was elsewhere. My parents, my friends, and my life. My concern was mostly on my parents. I know they would be worried sick. I didn't know when my hand

u know this would be the same hand you will use in giving me pleasure." I could swear

uttered, although it was

You're not dying.

h

t now? Is he actually

nd rested my back down. The car suddenly came to a stop again, making me lift my body. This time around, I was careful not to allo

of a boutique. "What are we doing here?"

My mouth opened and closed again. His statement made me look at my body. I don't see an

all sorts of different dresses – ones that scream luxury. However, what my mind was more focused on is how to find an escape. If I can take An

but her eyes then shifted to me. Then she gestured to a door for Angelo. And that was where I was convinced luxury indeed is at its peak. "Gi

tand, beginning to fish out dresses. I don't know the amount, but as she picked ou

ind here. They came in earlier." She said with a tight-lipped smile, which I was sure was a forced one. A

ted to scream on top of my lungs or, more to say

tuffing his hand inside his pants pocket. "Where is the changing room?" He asked the lady. A loo

and fear gripped me when he grabbed my w

to have a bed in it. Oh, it does have a couch inside and a big mirror. But that wasn't

set them gently on the couch. "Now get back to work. We

ame out controlling and sharp. With pity in her eyes, the lady flashed me a

picking one of them. "Do you think I don't know what plan you're scheming inside your head? You want to

me. The look in his eyes isn't pleasant at all. "You won

ling me to him. My hand landed on his chest. "Why?" I tried to summon the words out, but Angelo cut

My legs felt weak as he began pulling down my jeans. "Wa

that for you." My eyes widened at his statemen

o a smile. And then he