The Mafia boss and his captive

pte

sed against her wet hair. Her bare feet sank softly into the thick carp

bed lay

w more skin than she was used to. It was red, tight at the waist, with a deep neckline

hesitation written all over her face, this wasn'

bered the guard's

waiting. Wear it If you don't wan

ession w

er wrists were still sore from the ropes. Her face still stung from the sl

ed how cold this place was. Hated how much c

ds, she slippe

as soft against her skin, but it fel

ion in the mirror, she almo

htly exposed, and her back was bare. Her dark hair, still damp, frame

ked lik

rabbing the towel and rubbing it a

ght, where a small televis

nd. Some news channel. Just noise at

d toward

tinue to search for eighteen-year-old Kataliya Carter, daughter of Valiente crime lord Don Carte

een-her smiling, standing wi

oat tig

ation on his daughter's whereabouts. Eyewitnesses claim several black SUV

me the

inesses, at border points. They weren't knocking on doors instead they were kicking them dow

a than wait for the authority. Several establishments have been shut do

's hand

ty for her. Like she always knew he

o the TV, her hand p

rise between two powerful families rumored to be involved in

o's face never appeare

drifted to the t

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oked a

r footsteps

across the room. Her he

d up the

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or con

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m her hand and hit the g

her mouth a bit opene

his pocket, the other holding a cigarette between

e, shutting the door

ook a smal

rd a noise from it," she lied

e telecom. Then to her trembl

his mouth twit

istened,"

dn't a

owly-from her damp hair to the dress clinging to her

d on you," he

dn't r

iver, then dropped it back onto the ta

," he

" she mustered he

ant or not want, he

t your

y. "No, you're not. You

sat down like he owned the world. Then

it

idn't

tal

d off his tong

, crossing her arms tightly

, neither of

h

been very busy,

with this, i trust My f

verywhere. Threats, destruction. He

ve," she

raised an

he said. "But fire c

Then why don't you j

ughters don't ma

ya fli

rd slightly, hi

e... you in

inked.

arp. Most girls would've cried themselves to sleep by now. But you...

ent me," she snapped. "No

ission to admire y

hat you do? Kidnap girls to ta

tood

er her. But she didn'

ce came dange

and his men killed my brother Ethan," he said. "You're

ed. "What did

t Santiago's younger brother was executed in cold blood by Carter's men, your f

dow and something like t

r's son, because your father has none. So i took his daught

ll these. She'd focused on her studies and living the best of her life. She never had any intere

reply, he walke

he reached i

d, "You should eat something

he

clicked b

er heart racing, her fis

scream, she

something, break som

oked at the untouch

dress clin

at the cra

s alon

her thoughts were

of pity an

die here, not

wn in a war be

er father handle his business by himself an