I Kidnapped The Mafia Don, Tied Him To My Bed Chapter 03

I Kidnapped The Mafia Don, Tied Him To My Bed Chapter 03

After my shower, I meant to go back to the room. But then I remembered Caspian’s eight-pack. Got nostalgic.

So I went to the guest room instead.

Caspian wasn’t asleep. Staring at the ceiling. When he saw me, he snarled. “Untie me!”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Don’t you have any shame?”

“What do you get out of this?”

I pressed my lips together. Said nothing. Just walked over. Straddled him. Pressed my hand over his mouth.

“Shut up and listen. I’ve known you for eleven years. Loved you ten. I thought about giving up. Couldn’t. I know you don’t want me.

“They say the one who loves should make the move. So I made it. I’m having you. Struggle all you want.”

Then I kissed him. Eyes burning red.

Caspian’s lips were thin. Cool. Like mint.

He was already exhausted. But I felt the change in him.

I lifted my head. Looked at his face. Smiled.

The sounds he made during the whole thing turned my face crimson.

And satisfied me completely.

When I opened my eyes again, Caspian was awake.

He called my name. Voice rough.

“Untie me.”

“No.”

He shifted tactics. Tried reason.

“Zoya, what happened to you? How long are you keeping me here?”

I counted on my fingers. Held up a number for him.

“Seven days.”

Caspian was completely speechless. “Why the hell are you doing this?”

“No reason.” I calmly put on my robe and got out of bed. “I just have to stay with you for seven full days.”

I expected Caspian to be angry. Instead, he laughed.

“This is false imprisonment. You know how much I handle daily. How many people are looking for me? If I disappear, you think you can keep me till day seven?”

I stood by the bed. Feet frozen.

Right. A mafia Don. If he didn’t cooperate, how long could I really hold him?

“Zoya, untie me. I promise I won’t leave.”

I froze two seconds. Then shook my head stubbornly. “I don’t believe you.”

“Zoya, I have critical business. You can stay with me. But you have to let me out.”

Caspian thought his compromise would work.

I refused without thinking.

I told him flatly, “Until the Ferretti family finds me, you’re staying here.”

Caspian knew it was hopeless. Those gray eyes traveled over me from head to toe.

Then he did something shocking.

He gave in.

“You keep me tied up seven days; my limbs will be useless. That’s what you want?”

“No.”

“But I have no other choice. I can’t beat you. Can’t stop you. This is the only way.”

“Zoya, I swear on my grandmother Helena’s name. I won’t leave for seven days.”

Helena Ferretti. I knew what she meant to him.

I also knew she’d been genuinely good to me.

When she died, Caspian and I hid in a corner at the funeral and cried together.

First time I ever saw him cry.

“You need me to cooperate. Otherwise your door gets kicked in by force this afternoon.”

Caspian was sincere.

I knew he was telling the truth.

The Ferretti family head goes missing. That was a big deal.

I wanted to keep him. But I didn’t want a bad name following me to the grave. I knew mafia methods better than anyone.

I gave in.

I tossed him his clothes. Untied him limb by limb.

He gritted his teeth. Flexed his stiff wrists. Then tore into me. “Never knew you were a psycho.”

I kept a straight face. “There’s a lot you never noticed.”

He stared at the pile of ties on the floor. Turned to me, incredulous. “Where’d you get so many ties?”

“Saw them. Thought they’d look good on you. Bought them. Ended up with a collection.”

“Why didn’t you give them to me?”

I laughed coldly. “You don’t like me.”

Caspian’s face chilled. “So you went straight to force?”

My face burned. When you’re crazy, you don’t think about consequences. Hearing him say it now, it felt humiliating.

Resorting to kidnapping just to get a man.

Still, doing something this wild in one lifetime? Worth it.