Todos los capítulos de Enslaved for six months: Seducing a Mafia Boss: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Kiara's pov:6:30am.I stood near the cabinet, packing my neatly pressed clothes gently into my bag. I was done working (okay, I'm not a worker here, just someone who spent time for fun) and was finally going to quit. it's not like I wanted that but I had too.I sighed again, still arranging the clothes without giving much thought to my surroundings. I was inside a dressing room, meant mainly for strip dancers.The room was divided into portions and each portion had different paintings and circular framed mirrors in common. Also, there were drawers and cupboards where cosmetics and clothes were arranged respectively.The place was calm since I was the only one present. I decided to leave when the girls were out for practice inorder to avoid unnecessary questions. I would miss them but I had no choice.Now packing my makeup tools, I clenched my fists at the thought of going home - no, it shouldn't be called a home....I squeeze some cream on my dry palms and take one long last stare at

Lucas's pov:Ray googled through the net and after about five minutes, he discovered a brilliant idea."Culpa strip Club has an event tonight. An anonymous Night," He read out to my hearing as he looked at his screen.A mischievous grin of satisfaction took over my lips and I nodded.A masked Night wasn't a bad idea. I could use the help of some strippers to cool off as well."Get me a mask.... inform the boys to keep watch too, that bitch couldn't have gone far." I instructed putting on my gray blazer.Let's have fun while the time flies.....~🌹~I hissed as a strong scent of cocaine hit my nostrils while alighting from my Lamborghini, I don't smoke. It's unhealthy. Ray stood aside and held the door handle firmly as usual so I could get down.I walked towards the dim lights which enclosed the inner chambers that were smoothly concealed with high dull walls. Ray had made a reservation earlier.I could detect the intense scent of raw cocaine from the hallways and each opened door disc

Lucas's pov:Have you ever dreamt of being fucked? Perhaps a wet dream?I just had one.I lazily relaxed my head on a soft surface. It felt really comfortable like a bed, except it wasn't a bed.I could feel the warmness and softness as well, plus a person's warm breath on my head, fanning my neck.This can't be a pillow either. Pillows don't breathe.Her sweet intoxicating scent made me crave her more. I wanted to stay there for long, not wanting to wake up due to the pleasurable sensations I had felt and was in fact still poisoned with. The feeling of my cock in her made me explode in the world of erotism and I felt like I was being transported to heaven.Slowly, I lifted my lashes to meet a shocking surprise. I was actually lying in between her naked boobs and not pillows as I had dreamed.How come? What actually happened? Was all that nothing but a dream?I blinked severally within seconds to be sure it wasn't one of my wet imaginations. But it was real, her succulent rosy nipples

Lucas's pov:Everyone deserves a punishment and a reward as well. Depending on the path, you decide to track.For me, punishment is a must. Since life itself can't be so promising. Punishment or reward, life moves on and that's the most important course of living.Can't wait to get to the basement, my punishment arena.I entered the basement with a smile. I love punishing traitors. After all, I don't decide their fate, they choose to die the moment they conceive such evil thoughts of stabbing my back.She was tied up in an arm chair, her messy hair evidence that she'd receive much torture.Her skin was covered in blood and bruises as well. I like-, no loved the sight of it.Ray and my loyal men greeted me with a bow as they sensed my presence.Dorothy raised her weak head slowly, the blood dripping made it difficult to see the tears clouding her eyes.I sat on a stool in front of her, legs crossed, and admired her new look."Please spare me... I'm..so..rry," She stuttered. Her voice w

I studied her eyes, desperately seeking solace in its warmness but I'm afraid it's gone as well. That was when I noticed, not only her smile was different. Her cheerful eyes were gone, blatantly replaced with a bloodshot gaze, laced with a tint of mockery. I wanted to doubt. Just for a moment, I so badly wanted to doubt the possibility of what I was thinking, to believe I've not been a fool all these while. But I couldn't. Because it was the truth. A painful truth my brain was calculating but my heart refused to accept. 'never make friends' 'friends make you weak and distracted' 'friends are like concealed poisons, choking you and depriving you of the little air left when you need them the most' 'friends are potential enemies…..' Eric's warnings bombarded my clouded mind, making me quiver as my eyes opened to the hurtful reality. Among other feelings, I was wholesomely disappointed. My initial fear just evaporated into thin air. I stared at Emma, as my tear hormones battled