Keeping My Captive

KEEPING MY CAPTIVE ANGELA SNYDER CONTENTS Author’s Note Untitled Playlist Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 Chapter 52 Chapter 53 Chapter 54 Chapter 55 Chapter 56 Chapter 57 Chapter 58 Chapter 59 Chapter 60 Chapter 61 Epilogue About the Author Copyright © 2023 Angela Snyder Cover Art ~ Opium House Creatives (Original Cover) Premade eBook Cover Shop (Alternate Cover Editions) This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in retrieval system, copied in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise transmitted without written permission from the publisher. You must not circulate this book in any format. This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to the retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. BLURB KEEPING MY CAPTIVE When I first saw Aria at the auction, it was like some twist of cruel fate bringing us together. There’s just something about her that I could not resist. I had to make her mine. But now that she’s under my power, I quickly realize I’ve gotten more than I bargained for. Aria isn’t just a pretty doll to play with. No, she’s so much more than that. And no matter how many times I try to bend her, she just won’t fully break. When I find out the truth about Aria’s family and where she came from, I know my feelings for her will bring an all-out war against me and my empire. But I’ll do anything to protect and keep my little captive. She’s mine now, and I’m never giving her up. Keeping My Captive is Aria Vitale’s story; and although it is a standalone, it would be better enjoyed after reading Keeping My Bride and Keeping My Girl. AUTHOR’S NOTE Due to the sensitive subject matters contained in this book, it may cause triggers to some readers. Please use caution. Your mental health matters. Please check my website for all CWs before reading. If you’re still here, then sit the fuck down, buckle up and enjoy the ride like a good girl. <3 DEDICATION This book is dedicated to all the readers out there who always find themselves falling for the villains and the anti-heroes. This book is for you. PLAYLIST Echos – Saints Halsey – Bells in Sante Fe Austin Giorgio – You Put a Spell on Me EZI – Take My Breath Away Isabel LaRosa – I’m Yours (sped up) The Weeknd – Take My Breath Bad Omens – The Death of Peace of Mind RÜFÜS DU SOL – On My Knees Excision & Illenium – Gold (Stupid Love) ft. Shallows Mr. Kitty & The Neighbourhood – After Dark X Sweater Weather PROLOGUE Aria Vitale BLOOD RUSHES IN my ears as I huddle in the corner of the concrete cell. My teeth begin to chatter uncontrollably, and my jaw clenches painfully as another violent tremor takes over my body. I’m cold. So cold. The past several hours feel like a living, breathing nightmare. One that I cannot escape from. I keep willing myself to wake up, but to no avail. This is real. This is really happening to me. I hear a woman whimpering loudly from the corner of the room, and my eyes snap up to meet hers. The last girl who made a commotion, who called out for help, was pulled from our little group and brutally assaulted. She was made to be a message to the rest of us — do what you’re told, and you won’t get hurt. Slowly, I raise my tied wrists and hold a trembling finger to my lips, silently shushing the woman. She gives me a shaky nod in understanding before huddling into a ball on the concrete floor, self-soothing herself by softly humming an unfamiliar tune. My eyes bounce from girl to girl in the room, taking in their faces and unique features. We couldn’t be more different, varying widely in age and race with a kaleidoscope of hair and eye colors. But we all have one thing in common — we’re all about to suffer the same terrible fate. Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to block everything out, but instantly memories of him flood my mind. And, suddenly, it feels like all of the air in the room has been sucked out. Gasping for breath, I open my eyes and search the room for any sign of him. Constantine Carbone. Satan himself in an expensive Brioni suit. He’s the reason I’m here right now. He stole me like a thief in the night, willingly handing me over to these criminals to sell my virginity to the highest bidder. Traveling by boat, then plane and then by vehicle, we finally ended up on what is simply known as The Island. I’ve only ever heard rumors about this place, but now I’m about to experience firsthand everything that happens here. As I look around the room at