The Captive Heart

CHAPTER 5

*MASSIMO*

11 years, 2 months, 2 weeks, 3 days, 5 hours and 10 minutes, i have had my eyes on one female since i was 14, i have watched her from the shadows, watched her grow, patiently waiting for my time to claim Chiara LaRosa.

11 years ago when i found the 10 years old Chiara sitting on the floor outside my room, her big green eyes glossy with tears and her cheeks puffy and shiny, i was surprised. She looked so out of place in my dark, gloomy home that had seen more blood than a hospital has seen patients.

The contrast between her innocence and the darkness that surrounded her was jarring, the scars on the walls, the faded bloodstains on the floor, and the eerie silence that filled the air all seemed to the into the background and for a moment, I forgot about the world I lived in. Forgot about the violence, the power struggles, and the constant need to be on guard. All I saw was her, this tiny, vulnerable thing who seemed to be crying for help. And in that moment, I knew I had to make her mine.

Her father and mine were good friends since childhood, i heard, but because of my father's illegal business, her father , Michael LaRosa stayed away from mine to keep his family safe.

They reached a compromise of some sort and that brought Chiara right into my home. Her family left after a week and i found my way to her. Her home address, her school, her friends, her favourite ice cream flavour, her favourite foods,het likes and dislikes, i knew everything.

I feared that she would not come back to my home but she was back the year after, and the year after that, until my father died and Michael panicked and moved his family away to a different country.

My father changed towards me after I turned 15, according to him, "I'm a man and I would take over his empire in due time", he put me through several vigorous trainings and set me up on missions until his death. My mother had little to say in the matter because she would always support her husband.

Thanks to him, i could only watch Chiara from afar, even in my own home. I am a Mafia's son, i don't have time for distractions. Everything seemed pretty stupid and useless and I would try to rebel but after several busted lips and broken ribs ( courtesy of my father), i gave in.

Then, he died. Got into a shootout with a rival and got shot at a vital point and died of blood loss .... right in my arms.

As I held my father's lifeless body in my arms, I felt a mix of emotions, grief, anger, and a sense of relief. Relief that the old man was finally gone, and I was free from his tyranny.

But as I looked down at his face, I knew that his death didn't mean I was free. Not yet. I still had a role to play, a destiny to fulfill. I was the son of a Mafia boss, and it was my duty to take over the family business and protect it. Then it all made sense, all the trainings my father put me through, the things no 15 year old should have to do, it was all for my own good, so i could survive. Did my father know he was going to die?

I gently laid my father's body on the floor and stood up, looking around the room. It was a mess, with bullet holes in the walls and blood splattered everywhere. I knew I had to get out of there, and fast. The police would be arriving soon, and I didn't want to be around when they did.

I quickly made my way out of the house and into the night, disappearing into the shadows. I knew I had a lot of work ahead of me, but I was ready. I was ready to take over the family business, to make my father proud. But I had to do one thing first, Chiara.

I pulled out my phone and checked out the camera i had installed in her room, she was in bed, sleeping, oblivious to all the dangers and evil in the world. I'll keep it that way, keep her away from this world until she can't be kept away any longer.

I sat in the dimly lit room, my eyes fixed on some point in the distance as I reflected on the past. My mind wandered back to the day my father died, and the weight of responsibility that fell on my shoulders.

I remembered the feeling of uncertainty, of doubt that crept in as I wondered if I was truly ready to take over the family business. But I pushed those doubts aside, knowing that I had to be strong, for myself and for my grieving mother.

I thought about the long hours, the endless meetings with other mafia bosses, basically my father's underlings who thought they could manipulate me or over throw me because i was young, i had to show them the only thing young about me was my age, my father trained me without rest or showing emotions and i was more than ready to show them that i had Antonio Scallise's blood pumping through my veins. I made lots of tough decisions, I killed, imprisoned, bribed, framed ... name the crime, i have done it and I am still into it. I thought about the extortion, the bribery, and the violence that came with the territory. I thought about the people who crossed me, who tried to take what was mine, and how I dealt with them.

I remembered the first time I had to order a hit, the first time I had to make an example out of someone. It was a rush, a thrill that I couldn't quite explain. And it was addictive.

As I looked back, I realized that it hadn't been easy. My father's death affected my mother the most. She became a shell of herself and couldn't even protect his empire from being taken away, and i had to step in. There were times when I felt like giving up, when the weight of responsibility seemed too much to bear. But I didn't give up. I kept pushing forward, driven by a fierce determination to succeed.

And then, there was Chiara. My beautiful, innocent Chiara. I had watched her grow up, had seen her blossom into a stunning young woman. And I had known, from the moment I met her, that I wanted her by my side forever.

But I knew that I couldn't have her, not yet. She was too innocent, too pure, too young. She didn't deserve to be dragged into my world, into the world of organized crime.

But I couldn't help myself. I was drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. And I knew that I would stop at nothing to make her mine, just not yet because I had to leave her alone for a while. I had to focus on building my empire, on establishing myself as a force to be reckoned with in the mafia world. I had to prove myself, to show everyone that I was a worthy successor to my father's throne.

I couldn't do that with Chiara by my side. She was a distraction, a weakness that I couldn't afford to indulge in. Not yet, at least.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the task ahead. I knew that it wouldn't be easy, that there would be obstacles and challenges along the way. But I was determined to succeed, to build a name for myself that would be feared and respected throughout the land.

And when I was done, when I had established myself as a major player in the mafia world, I would come back for Chiara. I would claim her as my own, and I would make sure that she knew exactly who I was and what I was capable of.

The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but smirk like the psycho i am. I was going to make Chiara mine, and nothing was going to stand in my way.

My eyes scanned the room as I began to make plans. I had a long road ahead of me, but I was ready. I was ready to take on the world, and to make my mark on the mafia.

And when I was done, Chiara would be mine.

8 years, 8 f*****g years and i am finally ready. It shouldn't have taken me this long but problems kept coming, there were threats to my life and my mother's. I had to stay alive. It was hard, trying to not keep in touch with her just so she wouldn't be in danger, so i just had to take receiving info about her once in 3 months.

Not anymore though, i am going to her myself, my beautiful Chiara.

At 19, she is now a beautiful and intelligent woman. Her shiny black hair is longer, her eyes are brighter, her lips got fuller and she has an obsession with applying lip gloss....i would love to lick it off her lips.

Turns out my girl has a thing for fashion. From then on, i was with her, in the shadows, i protected her, made sure no male went to her and distracted her, anyone that showed even the slightest interest got visited by me. I doubt she has noticed how boys avoid her and the ones who don't get into "accidents", visit the hospital and never contact her again.

It was this way for 2 years and it was a splendid experience. I left her for 3 months to attend to something, and when I got back, she already has a boyfriend, some guy named Stefan Miller. I would have killed him for even getting that close but it was my fault he got close in the first place so i let him live because I have more of Chiara than he ever will.

I installed cameras in all the places she visited, her office, her parking lot, her favourite restaurants, her home, her room, bathroom, i had them everywhere.

I would also slip a sleeping drugs into the cup of milk she loves taking every night, then i go into her room and watch her sleep. At first I just wanted to watch her sleep, but I am a greedy man, i couldn't resist tasting her pink lips nor could I resist feeling and holding her supple breasts nor could I resist tasting her sweet feminine essence that tastes like heaven. I jack off beside her beside her every night and it is always exhilarating, but i need more and i knew i would take her anytime soon .

Her subconscious recognizes me, even before I have my fingers in her p***y, she is already moaning in her sleep and rubbing herself against my fingers...my girl is also slutty. I have let her seen me a couple of times in passing, just for her subconscious to recognize me and it worked.

Everything was going smoothly until she dressed up all pretty, went to her little boyfriend and then allowed him put some cheap, nasty ring on her.

I sat in the dimly lit restaurant, my eyes fixed on Chiara as she laughed and smiled with the man sitting across from her. My anger simmered just below the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment.

How could she do this to me? Didn't she know that she was mine? I had been watching her for years, waiting for the perfect moment to make my move. And now, she was sitting across from another man, a ring on her finger.

I felt a wave of possessiveness wash over me. Chiara was mine, and I wouldn't let anyone else have her. I didn't care if she thought she was in love with this other man. I didn't care if she thought she was happy. She was mine, and I would stop at nothing to make her mine again.

My eyes narrowed as I watched the man put his hand on top of hers. I could feel my anger rising, my fists clenching in my lap. I wanted to get up, to walk over to their table and show him what it meant to touch what was mine.

But I didn't. I sat there, frozen in rage, as I watched Chiara smile and laugh with another man. I would get her back, I vowed to myself. I would make her mine again, no matter what it took.

She followed him back to his place and he kissed her, she also had the audacity to kiss him back, rage blinded my vision and i knew i couldn't wait any longer, Chiara has had her fun, i am taking her out.

I tranquilized the bastard and waited a bit to tranquilize her just so I could see the expression on her face when she finally sees me before passing out.

A psychotic smile curved my lips as i imagined all the things i would do to her. You are all mine Chiara.