Page 12 of Captive Mafia Wife

Her tastestill lingers on my lips, intoxicating and addictive, as I head down the stairs. I thought giving in to my desires would finally satisfy the hunger gnawing at me for so long, but it’s only strengthened it.

The way she responded to my touch, the way she moaned and arched her back in ecstasy, it was like a drug coursing through my veins, leaving me craving more. I can't shake the feeling that this is just the beginning, that there is so much more to explore with her and more pleasure to discover between us.

I head for the door, ready to call my driver. It’s been a night. As I’m walking down the hall, Callum stops me. “Fredrick. Haud on. Can you give me a moment?”

“Certainly.” A flash of guilt has my hand involuntarily swiping my face, hoping to remove any faint traces of his decadent sister from my mouth.

“Great,” he says. “Let’s talk in the hall.” I follow him through the doors.

The Burnes’ Norse Garden Estates staff are second to none. The party has only just ended and this room has been cleared, the decorations have been removed, and the hardwoods are gleaming. We sit across from one another at the massive oak trestle table and discuss our nemesis.

The Hoax is a gang which, up until recently, had kept their diabolical people-trafficking ring to the city of Glasgow. With the help of the only disloyal islander in Callum’s home, they tried to establish themselves on the shores of the family’s island.

Callum and his co-captain, Bayne of the Kings Mafia, who has kept the island safe and isolated from outside crime for nearly a decade, decided it would be best if the Kings created another branch of their crime organization in Glasgow to monitor and, hopefully, one day defeat the Hoax.

Thus, Callum Burnes began the Glasgow arm of the Kings Mafia. Cailean Bayne, known simply as Bayne, rules the island.

Callum recruited young adults from the island who wanted to explore the city to work as eyes and ears for the Kings. As a partner, I’ve been pulled in, offering my distillery bar and club as hosting grounds to employ the islanders as plants.

I tapped my eager apprentice—a bit of distillery humor for you—and whisky connoisseur Alex to run the distillery.Sabrina Lopez, a sharp-minded young lady who grew up with five older brothers and thus takes shit from no one, has taken my place running the day-to-day management of Frisky Whisky.

Declan, Callum’s right-hand man and a soldier of the Kings, will head the ear-to-the-ground surveillance we run from the West End club, Level Z, where all the players of Glasgow come out to party.

As time has passed, we’ve recruited trusted locals to join us, and we're united in our efforts to stop the Hoax.

People from all walks of life in Glasgow enjoy my business and delicious whisky.

The warm liquor loosens their tongues and spills their secrets to our pretty plants, who spy for us and report any essential information and minute detail they think might be important or valuable.

Callum and I meet weekly, if not daily, so I can fill him in on my team’s findings.

Our conversation lulls. The crackling fire in the Great Hall fills the brief silence. The flickering flames dance shadows on the white walls.

After a moment, Callum brings up the topic at the forefront of his mind.

Freya.

“I’d do anything to keep her safe.” His green eyes search my face for understanding.

Being a single child born to a man who thought children were just small-sized adults, I can’t fully understand his sibling loyalty.The Kings are the closest thing I have tofamily. Knowing Freya, though, I fully understand his devotion to her.

"Callum, you worry too much about Freya," I say as I lean back in my chair, the dimly lit room casting shadows across the long table between us. I think of her demanding her panties back from me. “She can hold her own.”

Trust me.

"I can't help it, Fredrick," Callum replies. "She's stubborn and reckless, always putting herself in danger without a second thought. I must find someone to protect her and make her see reason."

Callum's piercing green eyes bear into mine, his expression tense with concern for his beloved sister. “I tell her to take the car, and she walks. I tell her to keep her phone on at all times so we can trace her, and she purposefully leaves it in her office when she goes to lunch. I’ve got eyes and ears on her as much as possible, but it’s not enough. Not with the Hoax’s numbers growing.”

I nod slowly, knowing Freya's independent nature and stubborn refusal to heed warnings all too well. "Aye, brother," I reply, my voice grave with concern. “Freya is a force to be reckoned with, but even the sharpest sword needs a shield."

“I’m the one who’ll need a shield when she finds out what I’m planning.”

I want to laugh, but his face is lined with despair, so I don’t. “Everything is in place. As we discussed, I’ve found the perfect piece of real estate in Inverness. Bought it months ago. I’m just having Sabrina do her final run-through on the staff we’ll be transferring to work for us there.”

“You’re a true friend, Fredrick. When I came to you asking for help, I thought ye’d think I was a wee bit mad. I’m lucky to have you come to my aid.”

We momentarily contemplate the crackling flames, listening to the wood shifting as it burns. "I'll do what I can to help you, Callum," I finally say, reaching across the table to grasp Callum's hand in solidarity. "We'll find someone who can match her fire. Who is strong enough to stand up to her. Someone who can protect her.”

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