The Mafia’s Captive
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"I used to open your car door, Catherine. Now I lock you in my bedroom."
Kieran Karakatsanis was once the hired help. He lit my cigarettes, drove me to school, and stood silently in the corner while I lived my life as a mafia princess. He was forbidden fruit, and I took a bite.
Five years later, the tables have turned. My father's empire is crumbling, and Kieran is the one holding the sledgehammer. He’s the boss now. The Ghost. And I am his prisoner.
I walk into his office, wearing the silk robe he bought me. He sits behind the massive mahogany desk, swirling a glass of whiskey. He doesn't stand up for me anymore. He gestures for me to come closer.
"Kneel," he commands softly.
My knees hit the floor before my brain can protest. The power has shifted. He isn't protecting me from the world anymore. He is the world. And God help me, I prefer being at his mercy than being free.
"I used to open your car door, Catherine. Now I lock you in my bedroom."
Kieran Karakatsanis was once the hired help. He lit my cigarettes, drove me to school, and stood silently in the corner while I lived my life as a mafia princess. He was forbidden fruit, and I took a bite.
Five years later, the tables have turned. My father's empire is crumbling, and Kieran is the one holding the sledgehammer. He’s the boss now. The Ghost. And I am his prisoner.
I walk into his office, wearing the silk robe he bought me. He sits behind the massive mahogany desk, swirling a glass of whiskey. He doesn't stand up for me anymore. He gestures for me to come closer.
"Kneel," he commands softly.
My knees hit the floor before my brain can protest. The power has shifted. He isn't protecting me from the world anymore. He is the world. And God help me, I prefer being at his mercy than being free.














































