His Captive: A Dark Mafia Romance

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I swallowed down a lump in my throat, knowing that all good things came to an end.

Knowing that good things usually never lasted...

Not in my life, anyway.

Because I sensed a but coming.

And it caused my lungs to constrict in paranoia, fear overtaking my body.

Wondering what he was hiding from me that he hadn't told me already.

"I haven't been completely honest with you," Lorenzo heaved.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, my face falling, my heart dropping to the pit of my stomach.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked uneasily, folding my arms.

He let out a sigh of frustration, before running his hands through his hair stressfully.

"I'm going back to Italy on Monday," he admitted.

And now, I could feel my eyes well with tears.

I should have known that this was good to be true.

That he was just going to treat me as a one-time thing.

That he was using me as a screw, a time-pass before he went back to Italy to fuck his whores.

"So all of this meant nothing?" I spat bitterly, getting up on my feet. "You used me? And now you're leaving?"

He shook his head, his eyes welling with tears.

"I'm the Capo of the Italian Mafia," he stated.

Dropping the bombshell.

My hands clapped to my face in shock at this revelation.

Not knowing whether I was surprised...

Or whether I had expected this all along.

"I can't just pick up and leave the mafia, I can't just leave everything in Italy behind. I can't stay in England, as much as I fucking want to. I was so ready to go back to Italy as normal, Amber..." He trailed off his sentence. "But then I met you..."