The Mafia's Captive
I was normal before this. Before him.
Normal job, normal flat, the bliss normality of the ignorance of all the real monsters. I used to think that one time murderers were what went bump in the night. But compared to Xavier Falicci? Child's play.
And I was happy in my ignorance. So so happy.
Then he stole me from my life.
Made me watch people be murdered.
Made me murder people.
But he made me feel things, so many different things.
Through all of the pain, through all of the pleasure, through every emotion that he's made run through my veins, I try to think of a worse way to live.
Because being his captive has changed me. Changed everything about me. As soon as I was kidnapped, the old Brooklyn died. The old me, the one who knew the difference between good and evil, right and wrong, justice and redemption.
But, you know, through it all, all of madness since that fateful night, I've realised something.
Life isn't like that. Life isn't serving justice and slamming the prison cell door then riding off into the mafia free sunset. It's harder than that. Rougher.
And Xavier has shown me everything that I wanted.
Who knows, maybe being the mafia boss' kidnapped detective fuck buddy wasn't that bad after all...
EXTREME SEXUAL CONTENT
EXTREME STRONG LANGUAGE
MATURE SCENES OF VIOLENCE
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