Mafia's Captive Desire

He leaned in, inhaling her sweet scent as his hands traveled from her back to her waist, and then down to her thigh. She felt her breath hitch as she let out a small gasp. "We shouldn't be doing this." She said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Then tell me to stop." His voice was low, daring, as his fingers traced slow circles on her skin. *** Lucy had always lived life on her own terms, until the night everything changed. One moment, she was free; the next, she was bound to Barry Cooper, a cold, dangerous man who ruled the underworld with an iron fist. She never expected to be trapped in a world of power struggles, deceit, and unspoken desires. But as the lines between captor and captive blur, Lucy realizes she's caught in a deadly game, one where trust is a luxury and survival is not guaranteed. Will she escape the ruthless mobster who owns her... or will she become his greatest obsession?

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Chapter 3

A DAY LATER

Lucy found herself shoved into a sleek, black car with tinted windows. She seethed inwardly but accepted her fate. After all, she had brought this upon herself.

Thankfully, Barry wasn't with her. Instead, one of his henchmen sat beside her in the back seat.

"Where are we going?" she asked. The man only grunted and turned away. She bit her lip, feeling like a puppet on strings. She hated it but knew she had no choice.

"Fine, don't tell me," she muttered, looking away.

Suddenly, the car stopped. She peered out, confused by the desolate surroundings. What was going on?

Before she could react, a bag was thrust over her head. She tried to scream but was silenced by the man's gruff voice. "Boss's orders. Don't struggle," he snarled.

Was this Barry's plan? To kill her?

"Relax," he warned. "If you don't, accidents might happen."

Lucy got the message, stay still or risk dying. She took deep breaths, trying to calm down as the car resumed its journey.

She lost track of time before the car stopped again. She was dragged out, unable to form any mental map of her surroundings. She focused on staying alive.

As she walked, she heard thumping club music. Was this her destination? Barry's club?

A new voice, British-accented, spoke as she was guided further. After a long walk, a door creaked open.

The bag was yanked off her head.

Lucy blinked, adjusting to the dim, red-lit room. It looked like a scene from the red light district. She wasn't alone; other girls stared at her curiously.

"Girls!" the British-accented man called out cheerfully. "Meet your new colleague! She'll be with us for a while. Play nice, no cat fights!"

He left, shutting the door behind him, leaving Lucy alone.

She surveyed the room. It was large, with multiple beds, vanities, and a divan. One girl eyed her as she approached an empty bed.

"Is this taken?" Lucy asked. The girl shook her head. Lucy sat down, noting the socket and small table beside each bed.

"Hi," the girl greeted. Her short bob framed her striking doe eyes. "I'm Vanessa."

"Lucy," she replied, grateful for the conversation. "You're a dancer too?"

"Yeah, we all are," Vanessa shrugged. "You must be new. Any questions?"

Lucy shook her head. People often underestimated her, thinking she was inexperienced. It worked to her advantage sometimes.

"I perform for a living," she said after a pause. "This is just another club."

"It's not just another club," Vanessa corrected. "It's the Mafia's underground club. Hard to leave."

"Wait, underground?" Lucy asked, surprised when nodded. "And what do you mean, hard to leave?"

Vanessa gestured around the room. "Most of us owe debts to the Mafia or their allies. Some, like Kristie," she pointed to a loud girl, "Are hiding from the law. We're here because we have no other options."

Lucy pressed her lips together. "I guess you're right. I'm here because of a debt too."

Vanessa smiled warmly. "Don't worry, you can pay it off. Maybe be out in a year. I'm hoping the same for myself."

Lucy returned the smile, feeling a rare sense of camaraderie.

"Hey, get the newbie over here!" a girl with a buzz cut and piercings called out. She was completely naked, her studded nipples gleaming even in the dim light.

Vanessa stood, motioning for Lucy to follow. Lucy hesitated, recognizing the type, the self-appointed boss.

Time to put her in her place.

As the blond approached Lucy, she rudely asked, "Can you dance at all?"

The way she spoke made it clear that she saw Lucy as nothing more than a piece of trash.

Despite this insult, Lucy remained calm and collected.

She knew that in this underground world, filled with heartless and cruel people, rebellion could have dire consequences.

With a soft sniffle, she avoided making eye contact with the blond and responded firmly, "I will show you when it's time." Lucy said.

"Hmm!" She smirked, her confidence evident as she appointed Vanessa to assist her through the routines and steps ahead. With a nod of agreement, Vanessa stepped into her new role eagerly, ready to guide Lucy through the labyrinth of challenges.

Vanessa's guidance extended even to the most intimate details, such as selecting lingerie suitable for their activities in the underground realm.

Lucy was unfamiliar with the nuances of this hidden world, relied on Vanessa's expertise not only for the routines but also for the attire that would distinguish them from the ordinary.

The dresses were not merely garments but expressions of power and allure. They were designed to captivate, to entice, and to command attention, unlike the mundane attire worn on the surface.

Lucy scrutinized herself in the mirror, her reflection, her breasts spilled out, barely contained by the small leather cut that covered her nipples. The corset hugged her curves, emphasizing her hips and sculpted stomach. As a novice stripper, Lucy felt exposed for the first time.

Her bare buttocks were on display, with the G-string nestled between them unabashedly, reminiscent of a scene from adult films.

"Isn't it absurd to strip like this?" Lucy questioned sharply.

"Well, it's stunning! You look incredibly attractive!" Vanessa replied, stepping back to admire the scene before her.

Lucy wished Vanessa had acknowledged the shame she felt instead of praising her appearance.

She matched her silver leather lingerie with a six inches silhouette that added so much to her height.

Lucy almost lost her confidence in her new strippers' clothes. It's evening already and they are set to mount the ground stage to please the mafia's and all their clientele that she would preferably call Snoop dogs.

The schmaltzy music filled the room solemnly and the coloured light buzz through the edges of the wall

The smell was horrific as several cologne buzzed in the air.

Lucy sniffed in sharply and brace herself to accept the cross bestowed to her.

Soon the ladies stepped out from the inside, each girl dazzling and beaming with smiles except Lucy looking awkward and embarrassed.

"Lucy, are you not a stripper anymore? " She questioned herself trying to put in the mood but it was hard for her in this kind of toxic environment where hard mens scattered all around either drinking and sniffing or gambling with guns and weapons beside them.

Lucy wiped her forehead that was dripping with sweat to prevent the makeup Vanessa spent hours applying from getting ruined.

"Lucy, are you okay ? Vanessa called out. She walked towards her and squeezed her cold palms.

Lucy fidgeted with the hems of her pants. Her heart thuds out loudly like she wants to pick a race.

"What if I didn't do it well? Would I be killed? " Lucy let out her fears to who took her in.

"Shhhh I believe you can do this! " Vanessa gave her a reassuring smile .

"You will do well and serve the masters Ok! " She Added

"Masters? " Lucy demanded

"Yes, once you do well on your first night, you won't have to be bothered with the crowd anymore. You will only serve in the private room and serve the masters.

"Hmm! " Lucy breathed unevenly trying to digest words.

"You mean I will only strip for the crowds tonight and if I do well that's all? " She muttered slowly

"Yes, so I believe you will do well and find your way to the top." Vanessa giggled at Lucy naiveness.

Lucy looked a lot more relieved after the reassurance, ready to do as she was told and get a chance to meet with Barry.

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The moment she stepped into the wrong restroom, everything changed. Hailey had only been at Hillsworth College for a day, a fresh scholarship student, eager yet nervous. She had simply been looking for the restroom, but fate had other plans. The thick scent of smoke filled her lungs the second she pushed the door open. The air was dense, intoxicating. Her breath hitched when she saw him. A dangerously handsome guy. He leaned lazily against the sink, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his sharp eyes flickering toward her. Tattoos curled around his arms like inked secrets, and silver rings glinted from his eyebrow and tongue. A dangerous smirk lifted his lips as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. "Lost, princess?" He asked with a smirk, raking her with his eyes from head to toe. Hailey 's heart pounded. This was the boys' restroom. And somehow, she had just collided with trouble. ___ Hailey had learned early on that life was rarely fair. She barely remembered her parents, their faces were blurry images in an old photo album she had once clung to as a child. After their deaths, she was taken in by her uncle, the only family she had left. At first, life had been tolerable-until he died too. That was when everything changed. Her uncle's wife, Cecilia, had never truly cared for her, but after his death, the cold indifference turned to outright cruelty. Hailey became the unwanted burden in their home, forced to endure harsh words and extra chores. Unlike her cousin, Brielle, who lived in luxury and had everything handed to her, Hailey had to fight for the smallest things. When Cecilia refused to pay for her education, she had thought her dreams were over. But then the scholarship to Hillsworth College came like a miracle. She studied tirelessly, poured everything into that exam, and when the results came in, she had been one of the few selected. It was her chance at freedom, her chance to escape. There was just one problem. Hillsworth was Brielle's school. And if there was one thing Hailey knew, it was that her cousin would make her life miserable. But none of that compared to the storm she was about to walk into. Wanna know what the encounter with the bad boy leads to? Come with me 🫣

Action Modern Young Adult

8.3

Betraying My True Mate for His Killer's Embrace

8.3

In a world of shifting loyalties, a female werewolf faces a devastating choice that shatters her reality. When her fated mate is murdered, she finds herself drawn toward the very person responsible for his death. This dark romance explores the dangerous intersection of vengeance and desire as she navigates a path of betrayal. Caught between her pack's expectations and her own heart, she must decide if love can truly bloom from blood.

Action Romance Werewolf

7.1

Enslaved By The Lycan King

7.1

His grin spread and he leaned closer to me, his scent overshadowing my senses. "I own you and this entire place, Scarlett. Whatever I decide to do to them is none of your business, is that clear?" "I hate you, Asher. I hate you with every cell in my body!" I seethed through my teeth, but his grin only grew wider. "We both know that you are lying..." His fingers moved to my chest, slowly making their way over my breasts, searching for my nipple. "Your whole body can't survive without me." *** Scarlett's holy union to Asher, the feared king of the Forgotten Lands, was meant to unite kingdoms but behind closed doors, her marriage becomes a prison. Asher wants an heir, a throne, and revenge against the family that once ruled over him. Scarlett is only the means to an end. Caught between a husband who breaks her body yet craves her soul, and a trusted friend whose loyalty hides a thirst for power, Scarlett learns that love in the Crystal Peaks is never gentle. It is claimed, twisted, and betrayed. As war brews, dark magic awakens, and an enemy long thought dead returns, Scarlett must decide who she truly belongs to... and how much of herself she's willing to lose to survive. Because in a world ruled by monsters, the most dangerous thing a woman can be is loved. Book 3 of The Lycan King Series.

Action Romance Werewolf

8.7

Escaping The Ruthless Don's Golden Cage

8.7

I stood at the gala, draped in diamonds worth millions, playing the role of the perfect Mafia wife. But the illusion shattered when his mistress walked in wearing a necklace identical to mine—a cattle brand dipped in gold. When I confronted them, Liam didn't defend me. He shoved me aside to protect her. I hit the floor, and as my blood soaked into the white stage, I realized he had killed our unborn child. But the nightmare didn't end there. I woke up to find that Liam had ordered me sedated to "manage my hysteria." The complications from his control and the trauma had forced an emergency hysterectomy. He hadn't just killed his heir; he had stolen my future. Yet, he still tried to lock me in his estate, convinced he could force me to love him again if he just kept me hidden long enough. He thought I was broken. He thought I was his property. He was wrong. With the help of a doctor who had loved me from the shadows for years, I faked my death and vanished. Six months later, the great Don found me in a small-town bookstore, falling to his knees to beg for a second chance. I looked at the man who destroyed me and handed him a single dollar bill. "Loyalty is the only currency, Liam," I said, quoting his own vow back to him. "And you are bankrupt."

Action Mafia Romance

7.5

His Betrayal Forged Her Empire

7.5

I run my family's political dynasty with an iron fist. From my father’s Senate votes to my own calculated engagement, every move is mine to control. Then, in a single evening, my ambitious stepmother made her play. She used our housekeeper as a spy and orchestrated a scandal involving my fiancé and stepsister, designed to shatter my reputation and power. They thought they could break me. Within twelve hours, the spy was dead on the marble floor of my foyer. My fiancé’s family was blackmailed into silence. My stepsister was exiled to a Swiss boarding school, and I stripped my own father of his authority for his weakness. As for my stepmother, Bronte, I had her declared mentally unstable and forcibly taken to a remote facility in Montana, completely cut off from the world. Everyone saw a cold-hearted coup, but they didn't know the secret I held. I had proof that Bronte had systematically orchestrated my brother’s death years ago, all to position her own son to inherit everything. This wasn't about power; it was vengeance. But winning the war at home has put me on a much deadlier board. Now, I'm preparing for a dinner with Eldridge Marsh—the most dangerous man in Washington—who wants to decide if I'm a player he can use, or a threat he needs to destroy.

Action Billionaire Modern

7.9

His Blindness Killed Our Pup Now He Begs Forgiveness

7.9

After a devastating betrayal leads to the tragic loss of her pup, a grieving werewolf mother abandons her pack and her mate. The Alpha’s failure to protect his family has shattered their bond, leaving her consumed by pain and a desire for independence. As she carves out a new life away from his shadow, her former mate returns, desperate for redemption. He begs for a second chance, but the scars of his negligence run deep in this emotional tale of loss and fury.

Action Romance Werewolf

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