The Mafia Lord's Captive✅

Chapter 7

Angelo

A smile of satisfaction dangled at the corner of my lips, seeing the fear in her eyes. I don't know why I get excited whenever one succumbs to me. There is this inner feeling inside me knowing I was in control. My eyes darkened as I pulled down her jeans. I was sure shivers had run down her spine. I could feel it at the tip of my fingers. I leaned over and whispered to her ears. "I love the way your body is reacting to my touch." She squirmed once again.

"If you behave well, I don't have to tell you what to do." She said nothing. My smile grew wider, and I withdrew back. "Wear this." I said, draping the dress on her shoulder. I left the room without casting her another look. At some point, I wanted to punish her for even having the thought of escaping but found myself not doing anything.

I fished out my phone just in time Elijah's message came through. "Boss, we're running out of time."

I sent a quick text to Kevin to buy out time before we arrived. The sound of footsteps got my attention from my phone. Standing outside the changing room was Alessia. My eyes found itself accessing her body. From the way her curves were perfectly round inside the dress and the way it hung to her hips. My saliva literally went dry topped with my little devil bulging inside.

It seemed she wasn't comfortable as she kept on dragging the hem of the dress down which stopped on her thigh. My mind couldn't help but create dirty things I would do to her body. However, the vibration from my phone snapped me out of the wild imagination I ventured into. I cast one last look at her exposed cleavage before turning around. We returned back to the reception and paid for the outfits before making our way out.

"Wait... Is this you Alessia?" Elijah decided to open his mouth and utter rubbish. "Get the engine moving!" I scolded.

Alessia and I shared a look. "Guess I have an eye for the best dress."

"I wore it because I had no choice." Alessia threw instantly. I could only smile. I like the fact that she has hot blood in her.

"Of course, you don't have a choice but to obey you. After all, I'm your master."

We arrived at the cruise where I had alarmed Marco and Kevin to stay alerted while I take care of things from my side. People of high class were onboarded on the yacht. I could see Dominic's men guarding the yacht. How foolish of him to think he will be able to carry out his operation. If I want, I can turn the whole place upside down.

Alessia's eyes scanned the surroundings. I could see the nervousness in the way she was clutching her hand tightly by her side. "Stay close. Don't make a scene." I warned.

We made our way towards the yacht cabin. "Who do we have here?" The sharp voice of Dominic rose in the room. He was seated legs crossed, holding a glass of liquor. "The great Angelo Santoro," he uttered, his eyes not leaving mine.

"And who do you have here with you?" His eyes shifted to Alessia. "Oh, is she the item you bid on the other day?" I felt a surge of anger rise at the pit of my stomach. I occupied the empty seat facing him. "Sit." I ordered Alessia. She didn't oblige and sat next to me.

"Looking at her up-close, I must say she's a beauty. But she doesn't look like your type."

"Drop the acts, Dominic. I'm not here for your shenanigans. Why do you always involve innocent lives in your dirty affairs?"

His lips curved up. "You think so?"

"I didn't think so, but it's the fact. What's the purpose of organizing a yacht party when we know what you're going to do underground?"

His laughter echoed through the cabin, irritating me more than I already was. He raised his empty glass, and one of his men poured more liquor. He took a sip of it. "I like how smart you are, Angelo. You're acting all bold here even though you're not invited. Little lady, can you hear your master."

Alessia moved in her seat. I know she doesn't welcome whatever was going on before her. But I hadn't trusted her enough to leave her at home. "Why did you even bring her here? Aren't you afraid of something going wrong?"

"Oh, now you're admitting you have planned something." The smile that was once on his face disappeared. I continued. "Why? Are you now angry that I could see through your façade?" I mocked.

"Can I get a glass?" I gestured to one of his men. A fresh glass was passed to me, and I poured myself a drink and relaxed back. All the while, Alessia hadn't relaxed.

"Let's say I do have something planned here. What do you intend to do?" He suddenly asked.

"I will stop you, obviously. This is not the first time I stopped your dirty operation from happening."

"That's why you get on my nerves." He hissed, whereas I let out a smile.

"That's the target. I want you to hate me. Because I don't like you either."

The man then leaned forward and intertwined his hands together. "What if I tell you the whole yacht is surrounded by bombs?"

I clenched my jaw. "You can't be serious!"

"By the time this cabin blow up, you'd know what I'm capable of doing." He spoke. In a swift motion, I grabbed him by the collar, making his armed men surround me with their guns pointed at me.

"Easy there, Angelo. My problem with you is your anger tolerance. I'm not going to kill you. At least not now."

"I swear, Dominic, if anything goes wrong here, I will kill you!" I seethed through gritted teeth. The man laughed instead. A sound one.

"Not after I pierce a hole in her heart." The next thing that happened was a gun pointed at the terrified-looking Alessia.