His Captive: A Dark Mafia Romance

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She gave me a small nod.

"Should I bother asking you about what your line of work is?" she asked nervously.

"Well, from the other night at the club..." I heaved. "I think you can come to that conclusion yourself."

She nodded again, not pushing it further, or asking me to go into further detail.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked her. "When you saw me shoot that man dead, why didn't you run away from me? Why did you still want to see me?"

She brought her wine glass up to her mouth again.

"You probably think you're a monster," she shrugged. "You probably think you're a fucked-up person. With a fucked-up way of living. Do you ever kill people that don't deserve it?"

"No," I admitted. "Only motherfuckers who cause trouble for innocent people. Scum that don't deserve to live in the first place."

"Well, there's your answer," she said slowly. "I don't think all monsters are evil. You kill bad guys, give them the treatment they deserve. Deal with them in a better way than cops ever could. We all know the justice system is fucked, that cops are corrupt."

I nodded, my gaze never leaving hers once.

"You helped me. Why would I run away from the man who killed a bastard who lay his hands on me without my permission? I might have got lucky that night, and wriggled out of the situation... But another vulnerable girl might not have been so lucky. And you killed him before he had the chance to do it to anyone else." She cocked her head to the side, putting her glass down on the table. "You're a good man, Lorenzo Salvatore. Even if you don't see it yourself."

My heart thumped against my chest, feeling like it was going to explode.

Feeling raw emotions spill to the surface.

A woman who didn't see me as a bad man, despite my way of living.

I knew I'd be damned if I ever let this diamond fucking go out of my life.