Captured by the Mafia King

“The boss has requested your presence in the courtyard, ma’am,” said the butler.

He was good-looking, with warm chocolate-brown eyes and hair, and he looked good in a black suit.

“My name is London. You must be Talia.”

Talia nodded calmly.

“I’m Axel’s second in command, but tonight I will be your chaperone,” London continued.

More like my prison guard.

“Shall we go, Cinderella?”

She let herself smile a bit. Perhaps he would be another friend there.

When they reached the doors to the courtyard, she paused and took a deep breath, hoping people would be too busy to notice them enter.

They couldn’t have gone out at a worse time.

It seemed they had interrupted Axel’s toast.

London unhooked her hand from his and put it on the small of her back, leading her toward…

No. Please not with Sophie and Axel.

Psychos. No wonder they’re together.

Axel stood still, holding his glass aloft. His eyes were dark and unreadable as they approached his table.

Everyone was staring.

She darted a few glances around the room. There were no other women, apart from Sophie.

They sat opposite Axel and Sophie. The woman looked Talia up and down, sizing her up.

Axel regained composure and resumed his toast.

Suddenly London’s breath was on her neck. “Do you want a drink?’”

With a small nod, she said, “Champagne, please.” When he got up, she wanted to follow him, but he gestured for her to sit down and wait.

Sophie’s phone rang, and she got up to answer it.

The next minute, Axel was by her side, touching her hair. “You look beautiful, Talia.”

Before she could reply, he was gone and back in his seat.

This guy is really on some drugs. He is too moody.

London came back soon with the champagne. He entertained her all evening with funny stories and kept her from thinking too hard about what was happening.

Occasionally she would risk a glance at Axel and see him glaring at them.

At one point Talia and London even danced. It was crazy, given the situation she was in, but she had fun with him.

When it was late and people began to leave, London walked her back to her room.

“I had a great time, Talia. I’m sure I’ll see you around.” He placed a kiss on her cheek.

She went into her room and found some pajamas before she took off her makeup.

Talia collapsed into bed, sure she’d be asleep in moments, but it took her a while to doze off. She was still tossing fitfully when she heard the door creaking open.

“Go to sleep, London,” she mumbled.

The door shut, so she assumed he had gone.

Suddenly someone grabbed her waist and pressed his lips against her neck.

“Do I look like London?” he growled into her skin.

He covered her mouth, and Talia tried to scream, but no sound came out.

Axel.

Talia froze, her heart thumping wildly in her chest.

Axel’s hand softened, and he pulled it away from her mouth. “You looked so beautiful tonight,” he whispered. His breath was hot on her neck, and his hand glided up her thigh.

Goosebumps rose everywhere he touched.

She gasped as his lips nuzzled into her neck.

He was a stranger. A crazy psycho who had kidnapped her. How could his touch feel so good?

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts.

Her body was responding to his lips and hands, but she squirmed to get away.

The more she fought, the stronger his grip became.

Her heart started hammering wildly when she felt his erection on her, and she realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt. What was going to happen?

She had never had sex before, and it wasn’t supposed to be like this. This was not what she pictured her first time would be like. Where were the roses, the candles, the champagne?

Who was she kidding? She had figured out who Axel was at dinner. He was the head of a Mafia family. He would never let her tell him no. She wasn’t sure she wanted to.

She stopped struggling.

His lips brushed along her collarbone. “What are you thinking about?”

She bit her lip, trying to hold in her moan. If he knew she liked the feelings he was giving her, this would go too far…

“Loosen up, Talia. You and I are going to have fun tonight.”

“No, I can’t do this, Axel. Not like this.”

Axel finally stopped and pulled away to look down at her. “Why? Is it because of London?”

“No, it’s not,” she responded quietly.

“Then why do you refuse me, Talia? Tell me one good reason, so I can understand, because I sure as hell don’t. You belong to me. You hear that?”

“I don’t, Axel. I belong to myself. I am not a possession to be kept or used whenever.”

He gave a cynical laugh and stood.

“Tomorrow I’m going to assign you to a job. You will observe one of my best girls, Marize, and I expect you to catch on fast. You proved that you can be quite a spectacle tonight. You’ll be perfect.”

“What job are you talking about?” She didn’t like the way his voice sounded.

“You’re going to be a spy for me.”

Talia’s eyes widened.

“A spy? I can’t do that!” The only thing Talia knew about spies was what she saw in the movies. Violence and secrets. She wasn’t brave enough to do that.

“You have no choice.” Axel glared at Talia. As frightened as she was, and as angry as he looked, Talia couldn’t help but take in his muscled arms and sculpted abs.

What did her beautiful captor have in store for her?

“I—I don’t know how to fight,” Talia said. “Will I get a gun?”

Axel’s face changed, and he laughed with genuine amusement. It would have been charming in another situation.

“You won’t need any of that,” he assured her.

“Then how am I supposed to be a spy?” she asked, confused.

He smiled, and a pit of dread opened in Talia’s stomach as he walked back to her door.

“Men usually have loose lips around strippers.”

“I can’t be a stripper,” Talia gasped.

His dark eyes narrowed. “You keep forgetting my rules, Talia.”

Axel turned and left the room without a glance back.

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