Addicted to Captive Love The Mafia Godfather’s Substitute Heiress Chapter 04

Addicted to Captive Love The Mafia Godfather’s Substitute Heiress Chapter 04

Celandine’s POV

Thierry’s breathing stopped cold.

I kept going.

“Tell me, should the baby call you Papa or Uncle?”

“Papa, right? We’re not actually siblings anyway.”

Before I could finish, a large hand clamped around my chin.

His grip was so strong that I had no choice but to tilt my head up.

Thierry narrowed his eyes, and his gaze went pitch-black.

“Celandine, someone needs to teach you a lesson.”

“You’re still so young, and you’re already talking about having children?”

With his fingers gripping my chin, my gaze dropped despite myself.

It landed on the hand holding my chin.

His wrist was bare.

Where were the cuffs?

My eyes widened.

When had he gotten out of them?

Thierry saw right through me and scoffed.

“If I couldn’t get out of them in three seconds, then my time in the Marines would have been a waste.”

He caught my wrist with a sharp twist of his hand, his knuckles standing out and the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

“You locked me up for three days and then started spouting reckless shit like that.”

He sat up straight, bringing himself level with me.

We were so close that I could see the terrified reflection of myself in his pupils.

“Have you thought about how this ends, Principessa? Do you know what happens to someone who imprisons the future Don?”

My mind went blank.

It was like being caught doing something wrong when I was a child.

My heart pounded wildly, and my ears rang.

My fingers trembled, and I reached out on instinct.

Then I suddenly leaned forward, slid a hand behind Thierry’s neck, and kissed him hard on the mouth.

Thierry froze.

A few seconds later, his hand locked around me even tighter.

His lips were soft and a little cool.

At the same time, I quietly slid one hand into the very bottom of my bag.

I pulled out the custom restraint chain I had taken from the hospital warehouse.

With a sharp click, I locked Thierry’s wrist again.

Thierry looked down at the new cuff around his wrist and laughed in anger.

“You came prepared? These restraints were custom-made in collaboration with the Corleone family. Where did you get them? Did Casimir give them to you?”

Guilty, I changed the subject.

“Thierry, you’ve been missing for three days. Papa and Madre are worried. Do you want to send a message back?”

I handed him my phone.

In the family group chat, Madre had sent a message.

Madre: [You little bastard, you’re not even answering your phone. @Thierry]

Papa had forwarded a message.

Papa forwarded: [Friday at three in the afternoon. You need to handle that Polish crew yourself, along with the mess you left behind in Poland last time.]

Jovan had sent a meme of a dog carrying its own leash, captioned, “Lost my human.”

Even Briony had sent a message.

Briony: [Celandine, do you like the blue gown or the pink one? We can wear the same style.]

Ten minutes ago, Madre had sent another message.

Madre: [Celandine Principessa, are you not coming home tonight?]

My heart skipped a beat.

I typed a reply.

Celandine: [I’m at school. It’s too late, so I’m sleeping in the dorm.]

I hit send.

Madre replied immediately.

Madre replied: [All right. Take care of yourself. Mama loves you. @Thierry, you asshole, answer your damn messages already!]

I handed the phone to Thierry, then thought for a moment.

“Thierry, you don’t want the whole family to know that the girl they raised as your sister stripped you naked and cuffed you to a bed, do you? Especially not those Caporegimes who have been circling your seat. If they find out the future Don is this helpless, you’ll be dead beside your pillow by tomorrow.”

Thierry was silent for a long time, the vein at his temple throbbing.

Then he suddenly laughed.

“Celandine, do you know what I admire most about you?”

“What?”

“You’re ruthless,” he said quietly. “You might be even more fit to be the future Don of this family than I am.”