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Upon arriving at the compound, Misha awaits us and assists in carrying Adalina inside. As we make our way down the stairs to the basement, a musty dampness fills the air. The small jail cell awaits us, dimly lit with a single bulb casting a faint yellow glow. The cold steel bars surround the room, while a small window lets in a sliver of light. Misha and I carefully lay Adalina on the thin mattress in the corner and I proceed to attach the ankle tracking bracelet, ensuring her captivity. It's satisfying to know that she is now under our control, unable to escape without our knowledge. I step back, observing her, contemplating the mix of emotions she will experience upon awakening. Fear? Anger? This is going to be fun.
Suppressing those thoughts, I shift my focus to Misha. "We need to commence with the plan," I assert, my voice resolute. "We don’t have much time."
As Misha conducts a quick pat-down, he discovers Adalina's cellphone and hands it to me. Noticing that the screen is unlocked, I slip it into my pocket. We lock the door of the small jail cell and extinguish the basement lights.
"She's a pretty little thing," Misha comments.
For some reason, his comment unsettles me. Despite my lack of emotional attachment to Adalina, I can't bear the thought of anyone else daring to touch what I now consider mine.
"She's more than just pretty, Misha," I reply, my tone low and possessive. "And she's my prisoner. I don't want anyone laying a hand on her, understand?" My jaw tightens as I think of any of my men even looking at her.
Misha nods, sensing the tension in my voice. "Got it, boss. No one touches her."=
Adalina serves as a mere pawn in my strategic game against the Outfit, a means to achieve my desired outcome. My intention is solely to use her as leverage, manipulating her to attain what I want from the Outfit and the New York families. Physical harm is not part of my plan; in fact, I intend to return her to her fiancé and the Outfit once I have accomplished my objectives, even if it takes a couple of months.
The disruption of Adalina's and Mario's dream wedding brings me a perverse sense of satisfaction, though if I were capable of feelings, I might even feel joy. The archaic practice of arranged marriages, especially within the Italian Mafia, strips young women like Adalina of their autonomy. At the age of 18, she is nothing more than a pawn in a larger scheme. However, despite the threats I've made, I have no intention of inflicting harm upon her. By kidnapping Adalina, I send a resounding message to Mario Alfonso, who dared to challenge me, and the Outfit, which has refused to relinquish the Chicago Bratva territory. I want them to understand that I am willing to go to extreme lengths to protect what is rightfully mine. No one can cross me without facing the consequences. I am certain that both Mario Alfonso and Bobby Vincenzio will stop at nothing to get her back.
Misha accompanies me to my office, and as we pass Tatyana in the hallway, I can't help but feel irritated by her presence. The lustful anticipation in her eyes whenever she looks at me is an unwelcome distraction. I have no desire for a sexual relationship with her. I should never have fucked her at Velvet Handcuffs, but at that time, I needed a release.
Tatyana enters my office wearing a revealing nightgown, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at her transparent attempt to seduce me. As I settle into my seat behind the desk, Misha joins us, pouring shots of vodka from the glasses that my butler, Osip, has prepared. The smooth and potent liquid helps me relax as I take a sip, relishing the fiery sensation traveling down my throat. Tatyana fidgets in her seat, her gaze now fixed on the floor. I am well aware of her true intentions, and they do not involve discussing business matters.
I retrieve Adalina's cellphone from my pocket and toss it onto the desk. Tatyana promptly picks it up and begins scrolling through its contents. Misha inquires about the outcome of the operation.
"Flawlessly," I reply. "She came right to me, no problem at all."
Tatyana raises her eyebrows as she continues scrolling. "Whoa, somebody sent her a dick pic last night," she exclaims, holding up the phone for me to see.
I take the phone and see that it's from Adalina's fiancé, Alfonso. I watch the video of him receiving a blowjob. " Fucking pig! No wonder Adalina doesn't want to marry him," I comment.
Both Tatyana and Misha join me in watching the video. "He looks much older than the mafia princess," Tatyana observes.
"He's forty," Misha adds.
"And his cock isn't even that big. I don't understand why he's sending pictures of it!" Tatyana remarks, prompting all of us to burst into laughter.
"Enough," I interrupt, regaining my composure. "Misha, go through her phone and check if there's anything of importance. Then destroy it."
I take out my phone and navigate to the live feed from the camera I installed in the basement where Adalina is being held. Her sleeping image is displayed on the screen. A devious smile spreads across my face as I explain my plan to Misha.
"As soon as she wakes up, I'll take some pictures of her with the ankle bracelet on and email them to Bobby, Paul Vincenzio, Mario Alfonso, and Angel Gaito along with my phone number. Then, I'll wait for their call and make my demands. They won't know what hit them." I lean back in my chair, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the thought of finally getting revenge on the Outfit and the New York families.
“I am beefing up security and adding more soldiers in case the Outfit plans to attack us to get the girl back.” Misha informs me.
"They won't dare," I say with a smirk. "Her ankle bracelet is equipped with plastic explosives that will detonate if anyone attempts to remove her from the compound. As soon as she steps beyond the sensors surrounding the perimeter, the explosives will trigger. The Outfit won't be able to rescue her if they want to keep her alive."
Misha nods, a sly grin forming on his face. "And if they make a move, they'll be met with a nasty surprise."
Tatyana stands and announces, “Well, I’m going to bed.”
“Goodnight Tatyana.” I say and she gives me a frustrated look and walks out of my office. I pour myself another drink.
“I’m going to bed too. Wake me up if you need anything.” Misha tells me.
As Misha leaves, I sit at my desk, unable to shake off the excitement of revenge that rises up within me. I never sleep well, and tonight is no different. My mind is too consumed with thoughts of Adalina, the prisoner in my basement. I get an annoying gnawing in my chest every time I look at her. With a flick of my thumb, I unlock my phone, eager to check the video feed from the camera in the basement. As Adalina's sleeping form comes into view, I watch her on my phone, her chest rising and falling with each breath. I smile, knowing that I hold all the power over her and the Outfit now.
Chapter 15
Adalina
