His Captive: A Dark Mafia Romance

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What did I really have for me in the city of Leeds, in England?

Living a life of fear.

Fearing Agron.

Staying at home most of the time...

Too paranoid to go out.

A life of solitude, with only a few friends.

The thought of leaving with Lorenzo both terrified me and excited me at the same time.

It felt so wrong but so right at the same time.

Picking up with a man I barely knew...

But felt like I could trust with my life.

My heart was playing tug-of-war...

Not knowing what to say.

Not knowing what to do.

"Look, you don't have to give me an answer straight away..." Lorenzo whispered, pressing his lips to my forehead. "I know that you need time to think about this. Just..." He trailed off his sentence, heaving his chest. "Come back here by Monday morning if you want to come with me."

I gave him a small nod.

"Now let's go to sleep before you tempt me into fucking you another round," he grinned, the corners of his mouth curling upwards into a smirk.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," I giggled.

"It's not... But I need to rest. I have a lot to do tomorrow," he sighed.

I nodded. "I understand."

He lay down in bed, cradling me against his chest, and after about ten minutes, he was asleep.

But I was wide awake...

Not being able to sleep a wink.

My thoughts hounding me for hours on end.