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08| Dysfunctional Dinner
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His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 09| Your Body, Now Mine
He was gone as soon as he said those words, leaving Balia staring at the door in shock with her fork still hanging in the air."What the hell?" She muttered to herself. Things seemed to get worse as time went on. It was barely a day, and he was ordering her around.Dread filled her as she was taken back to earlier tonight. She remembered how he had possessed her like she was a plaything. He had rough-handled her like they were enemies in her past life.She let her fork clatter to her plate, not minding if it was going to chip the edge of the ceramic plate. The food in her mouth now tasted like chalk, and the beautiful walls of the dining room looked gloomy.Tina came into the dining room with a pitcher of water. She was smiling, but it soon faded when she noticed that the dining room was quite empty."Balia, why is Senna not here?" She asked as she placed the pitcher on the dining table and picked a cup to pour for Balia. "Did he go out to pick one of his weird calls again?"Balia had
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 10| Danger
Balia slept with tears in her eyes. She had been so tired that she could barely remove her clothes right after, and when she woke up at midnight, she did the needful and threw on the tank top and shorts. It was far more comfortable than the outfit, even if it was tight.She had taken a seat by the window to think. But no tangible thoughts came in. No good thoughts, no positive thoughts. Just memories from her young days, when she used to live with her family before she was finally able to move out and find her place. She had to be harassed by perverts and married men who could not keep their eyes in one place.All her life, she had lived in misery. Having to deal with her brother, Luca, who had involved himself in illicit drug activities, had drained her of the money she had saved several times, and he always went back to the same thing. It was like he enjoyed ruining her. He always forgot that he had a sister, only remembering her when he got into a mess that could claim his life.Si
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 11| Violated Once Again
Balia's POVI was soon naked before him. I covered my arm over my chest to hide my breasts from his view. He was yet to turn back to face me. A call had come in seconds ago, and he spoke in low tones with whoever was over the phone.I felt the morning chill wash down over my body. I was annoyed that he had left me this way, like I was an exhibition or a mannequin waiting for someone to notice it and clothe it. Or otherwise.I pushed from one side of her foot to the other as I waited for him to gaze upon me finally, and when I heard his phone going to sleep, my heart lurched.He turned towards me, his eyes on mine as he drank me in. He was expressionless at first, but then his eyes began to rake down my body with painstaking slowness. I stifled a yell of frustration, digging my fingers into my palm and feeling like I could draw blood from my skin.How could a man upset me this much and make tiny waves of desire course through my veins? It was irritation, and then it was lust and attrac
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 12| Faux smiles
Balia's POVAs soon as he was done, I moved away from him with shaky legs. He didn't care if I orgasmed or not. He was a selfish man, only pursuing his own. I wished there was a way I could kill him while he was still in climax. I heard that men were the weakest at those times.But there was no way in hell I could do it. Not when Tina was around the corner. Not when his house was surrounded by guards and locked up from the inside out.My dress lay in a pile close to the bed, and I rushed towards it, picking it up as I hurried towards the bathroom. Tears flowed down my cheek as I closed the door behind me and rested my back against the door.Pushing my fist into my mouth, tears ran down my cheek. I tried hard to control my sobs from pouring out, but it was close to impossible. I couldn't. My body shook as I cried and cursed the day I decided to work at that club.I knew he had left from the sound of his door banging, and that was when the tension left my body. I stood weakly, supportin
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 13| Failed Attempts
Balia made sure she took her time before leaving her room, and even if Tina had informed her that Senna was outside waiting for her, she asked to be left alone for a few minutes.When she left the house and got to the parking lot, Senna was impatiently waiting for her.As soon as she got to where he stood, he strode towards her and grabbed her by the arm. Roughly. "Do you think I have all the time in the world to wait for you?"She pulled her arms away. This time, he let her go. "I don't care if you don't. I needed some time to myself."He drew close to her in a menacing stance. "I need you to know that whatever decisions you make from now on should be influenced by me. Get that?! You're now under my command. I am only giving you this week's grace because you're new to this. I expect you to conform to my rules next week, or you'll be punished in ways you might not like."He moved away from her and slipped into the car. The driver at the door smiled politely at her and gestured for her
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 14| Broke As Hell
Most dresses had price tags that would have sent her bailing out of the boutique when she stepped in with her four-figure account.But Senna didn't seem bothered about it. He had made himself comfortable by sitting on one of the pristine white couches in the room and was back to looking at his phone.The attendant was friendly to Balia, so she could freely say anything."Don't you think this is too expensive? Four hundred and fifty dollars for this dress that's as light as polystyrene?" Balia asked as she held up a black, thin, chiffon dress.Jessica laughed. "I understand what you mean," Then she glanced back at Senna. "Your boyfriend seems more than able to take care of the bills. He wouldn't have brought you here if he didn't." "He's not my boyfriend," Balia said immediately."Oh," Jessica said awkwardly. They were both silent for a while before Balia's eyes caught a burgundy dress on a hanger. She knew she wasn't supposed to get ahead of herself, but she couldn't ignore this dres
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 15| Senna Is Shitty
Balia's POVThe rest of the day went by in a blur. Senna made sure I got everything I wanted that same day, and when I told him I didn't need them immediately, he gave me a stern glance and reminded me that this was the only time I was going to step outside this month.I hadn't been surprised by his words. I was used to his kind of person. I mean, it was only a few hours, but his brutality was enough for me to get used to. Several bags were carried out by the attendants of the last shop we went to. I followed behind them with many bags in my arms, too. The car was too small for the bags, so we filled the trunk and the backseat with the bags. Senna took the passenger seat, and I sat at the back, at the edge of the door, as that was the only room left.The drive back home was silent again. I watched Senna from where I sat at the back, wondering what kind of person he was. He had no personality, or maybe it was just me. He had this unfazed persona that never really faltered, so I could
His Control: The Mafia’s Prisoner 16| Downsides
Downsides of Austerity.Her question slightly amused Senna. He had forgotten that she wasn't used to luxury and niceties. How in the hell had he thought she was used to it anyway? She was a mere club girl, probably making a living from her salary from working shifts at his club. He wondered if he had made a mistake by bringing her here.But he was a patient man. He sighed and placed his card in the space before him. "Anything you want to have here tastes good. They don't make bad food except for broccoli, which they didn't make. I'd suggest that you try out the pasta and chicken spare ribs. You can have pork or lamb meat if you want to try something new because I am sure you're used to eating chicken."She frowned slightly at him but said nothing. Nodding, she picked up her card. She read through. "Quick lamb Ragù and Hearty lamb Ragù with rigatoni. What's the difference?"Senna sighed. He wasn't patient enough to answer her questions, but they were in a public place. Not yet he care
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