His Captive_A Mafia Romance

by Nikki Chase

  “Yes, you can.” Aiden chuckles. “Your dad’s not going to let you live on the streets. You’re going to be fine.”

  “I know I must sound like such a whiner to you. I have this safety net and I’m still bitching about it. I’m sorry. I know you have it much harder.”

  “You know what? If anything, I’m the right person to give you some advice. I’ve been familiar with that fear of not being able to provide for myself—and my mom—my whole life,” Aiden says kindly. “The key is simple. You just can’t let that fear take over.”

  I look at Aiden. “I know you’re right. I just . . . It’s one thing to know something makes logical sense, but it’s a different thing to really know it . . . you know?”

  “Hmm… Yeah,” Aiden says.

  “You do?” I’m surprised. I don’t think I explained that well at all.

  “Yeah. And I know just the thing you need,” he says with a cryptic smile.

  “What is it?”

  “It’s a secret for now. A secret prescription for your anxiety. You’ll see tomorrow.”

  I frown. What could this be?

  Aiden’s grinning like the Cheshire Cat, which is suspicious, but he can’t possibly be planning anything evil, can he?

  Nah. I can trust Aiden. I’m sure he knows what he’s doing. He certainly looks like he does . . .

  Aubrey

  Do you really know what you’re doing?” I scream at the top of my lungs.

  “Relax!” Aiden screams back.

  Relax? Relax?!

  I‘m questioning every single decision that has led me up to this moment, but introspection can come later. I need to stop my knees from shaking so much and knocking against each other.

  We're fifteen-thousand feet above the ground. The wind slaps my hair around, making it hard to see. I can't hear anything either, thanks to the loud plane engine.

  Aiden told me to relax, but this whole situation doesn’t exactly inspire serenity within me.

  “Don't worry, okay? I’m here,” Aiden says from behind me. “I’ve done this plenty of times, and I’m still alive.”

  For now, I think to myself.

  We're strapped together to one parachute. This is called tandem skydiving, apparently. At least it's better than whatever they call on-your-own skydiving is. I won't be alone when I jump off to my death.

  “Ready?” Aiden asks as we stand at the door of the small aircraft.

  The sun gets in my eyes, but I can still see the vast blue ocean below us, as well as the sandy shoreline and the green fields beyond it. I can even see the curve of the planet in the horizon.

  “I guess,” I say. I’m already all the way up here. Maybe it won't be such a bad idea to jump off this old rickety plane. The parachute might be a safer way to get back on the ground anyway.

  “One . . .” Aiden says excitedly. He sounds like a little boy on Christmas morning.

  “. . . two . . .” he counts, his voice getting more eager.

  “. . . three!”

  I open my mouth to scream as we freefall to Earth. My stomach churns and my heart jumps up to my throat. This is a thousand times more intense than any roller coaster ride I’ve been on.

  Faintly, I hear Aiden laugh behind me, exhilarated.

  He’s crazy, I realize. I’m putting my life in the hands of a crazy person.

  I’m told the freefall portion of this skydive takes about sixty seconds. But that doesn’t seem to mean anything here.

  Time stands still as my body adjusts to the speed at which we’re falling. It’s amazing the kind of environments the human body can adapt to. Right now, I’m floating on air. It feels—I hate to admit this—peaceful. Serene.

  The straps wrapped around my body jerk me up as Aiden deploys the parachute.

  “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asks as we gently float down.

  “No,” I say, my heart still pounding as I take in the view around us.

  Air currents slow our fall and bring us slowly down. It's not long until my feet drag along the grass and my butt follows, sliding over solid ground.

  “I’ve never been this happy to get brown stains on my pants,” I say as we come to a stop.

  Aiden laughs as he removes the harness from my body. He gathers the parachute as a guy in the orange uniform of the skydiving company approaches us to help.

  “Are you okay?” Aiden asks, joining me on the grass.

  “Yeah . . .

  I think. I don't know. I feel like I kind of liked that, especially toward the end, but I kind of hated it too.”

  Aiden chuckles. “Wanna go again?”

  “No,” I say quickly. “My knees aren't even strong enough for me to stand yet.”

  “Like I just demonstrated, you don't need your feet to work to skydive.”

  “True,” I admit. The late morning sunlight hits the ocean in the distance, making the white peaks of the waves appear like they're sparkling. “You know, I have to say, I would’ve been a lot more scared without you there with me.”

  Aiden slings his arm around my shoulders as he sits, cross-legged, beside me. “I told you, you had nothing to worry about. I worked here as an instructor for years.”

  My breathing has gone back to normal, along with me heart rate. “I guess it worked, in a way. I was so scared of dying I didn’t even have enough space in my brain to worry. And now I’m just glad I survived that.”

  “That’s exactly what I wanted to show you. You seemed to have some trouble internalizing the concept of putting your anxiety aside to deal with what’s right in front of you. But you see, sometimes you just have to be fully present in the moment.”

  “Huh . . . I guess you’re right. Life is just like jumping off a plane to my death,” I say with a teasing smile.

  “Exactly. Glad you see things from my perspective now.” Aiden grins.

  I pause, thinking. “I guess if everything goes wrong, I’ll still have my dad’s money as my parachute.”

  “No way,” Aiden says with a frown. “You are your own parachute. The only parachute you need is yourself. You can do this, princess. Hell, you’re already doing it. I don’t know where you got the idea from that you’re just a brat. You’re a smart, capable young doctor who’s absolutely killing it.”

  “Killing what?”

  “I don’t know,” Aiden shrugs. “It’s an expression. And I’m just realizing now that it’s probably not the right word to use here.”

  “Yeah, it really isn’t,” I say. I turn my head to look at Aiden, squinting because the sun’s right behind him. ”You really think I can do it?”

  “You’re already doing it, princess,” Aiden says matter-of-factly.

  “When you call me ‘princess,’ that doesn’t exactly instill me with confidence that I can survive on my own. Princesses generally have a ton of people doing all the work for them.”

  “You’re a special princess. You’re different,” he says. His dark hair is a wild mess after that free fall, and now the sun highlights all those stray strands sticking out all over the place.

  I giggle. “Your hair looks ridiculous.”

  “So does yours,” he says as he reaches over to comb through my hair with his fingers.

  “Thank you for taking me skydiving, A.”

  “I didn’t do it just for you,” he says. “This is something I love to do when I have the time. It calms me down. It makes me forget my problems and reminds me what’s really important. I was hoping it’d help you, but I also wanted to share this experience with you for my own sake.”

  “That makes me want to take you shopping sometime. That’s what calms me down usually.” I pause. “But now that I don’t have my dad’s credit card anymore, it’s probably just going to stress me out even more.”

  Aiden laughs. “You’re not like all the other rich girls I met in med school, princess. I love that you’re so stubbornly independent despite your family’s wealth.”

  My heart flips when he says that little word. “Love.”
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  Don’t get too excited, I scold myself in my head. He said he loves your independence; not you.

  “You know what my dad’s like. He’s way too overbearing and controlling for me to want to accept his help. You know he tracked my phone, right?”

  Aiden chuckles. “Yeah. You’ve only told me about eleven times.”

  I draw my knees up to my chest as I watch the ocean. Sunlight bathes my skin, blanketing me with warmth.

  “Is anything wrong?” Aiden asks. “You’ve grown quiet.”

  “I’ve been thinking…” I let my sentence hang in the air.

  No. I must be wrong.

  I nuzzle into the crook of Aiden’s neck, hiding my face from him.

  “What have you been thinking about?” he asks.

  I hesitate for a moment. But I can’t not say it now.

  “The internship and money aren’t the only things that worry me,” I say.

  “Are you worried about the quality of the job I did on your bathroom tap?” Aiden asks. “I’m telling you, I’ve fixed all kinds of things around the house while I was growing up. I’ve repaired a dozen dripping taps.”

  I giggle. “That’s not it.”

  “Then what is it?” Aiden asks softly.

  “Promise you won’t get mad at me?” I ask.

  “Yeah,” he says, with a heartbreakingly gentle voice. “Of course.”

  “I love how you know exactly when to take things seriously,” I say, stalling and dropping a hint about how I feel at the same time. I gaze longingly at him.

  Mild surprise registers in Aiden’s eyes, then he smiles the kind of smile that overtakes all his features. The skin around his eyes wrinkles. His muscles relax.

  I hope that will soften the blow when I tell him of my suspicions.

  “I’ve been thinking about what happened ten years ago,” I say, my heart thumping in my chest. “You said your mom threw away your phone and changed your email password so you couldn’t contact anyone you used to know, right?”

  “Yeah,” Aiden says.

  “You remembered my phone number and my email address, though, so you tried to contact me.”

  “Yeah.”

  “And even though it took you a couple of weeks to do that without your mom watching, you would’ve been able to reach me, except my dad also took away my phone and email access.”

  Aiden’s arm around my shoulders tense, and his eyes seem stormy when I turn to look at him. “I know where you’re going with this. To be honest, I’ve been thinking about that too.” Aiden pauses and runs his fingers through his hair. Staring at the ocean in the distance he says, “It’s possible they agreed to do it together.”

  “You think so too?” I ask, surprised.

  “It’s the logical conclusion. We would’ve been able to find each other again if they hadn’t done what they did at the exact same time. It was too much of a coincidence.”

  I breathe a sigh of relief. “I was worried you weren’t going to take it well.”

  “How did you think I was going to react?”

  “I don’t know. You’re so close to your mom. Maybe you wouldn't believe she could do something like that, and maybe I’d offend you by suggesting that she could.”

  “No,” Aiden shakes his head. “My mom’s a good mom, but she’s only human. And things got pretty desperate for a while after my dad died because my mom hadn’t worked for years. She didn’t have much savings. We had the insurance money, but I could see how she’d cave if she was given an offer . . .”

  “. . . from someone like my dad,” I finish Aiden’s sentence for him. “Yeah. I don’t doubt for a minute that he’d be capable of doing something like that.”

  “Fuck,” Aiden curses. “I really wanted to forget everything that happened in the past, you know? I wanted to start afresh, start on a blank page.”

  “We can still do that,” I say.

  “No, we’re not done dealing with the past, princess. At least, I’m not.” Aiden looks off into the distance, his eyes bluer than usual as they reflect the color of the ocean.

  “I don’t have to ask my dad to know that he did it,” I say.

  “Yeah. I need to hear it from my mom. I want to know what happened.” Aiden tightens his hold around my shoulders, his muscles flexing under his clothes. “I want to make sure it never happens again.”

  I melt into his arms. It feels so safe and warm here. I feel like nothing can touch me with Aiden’s strength forming a protective barrier around me.

  “I can’t let anything tear us apart again.” Aiden pulls me close and plants a kiss on my temple. “I’ll have to confront my mom. I know what time she comes home tonight. I’ll talk to her then.”

  Aiden

  Hey, Mom,” I say from the sofa.

  She jerks in shock and only relaxes when her gaze lands on me. “I didn’t see you in there.”

  “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” I take a deep, calming breath.

  I put my cell phone aside—I’ve been playing with it absently while thinking about what to say to my mom.

  I still can’t quite believe my own logical conclusion, but there’s no other possibility. Even Aubrey agrees.

  I wanted to bring it up earlier, but I thought it would upset Aubrey when she was already too worried about other things. And it wasn’t like we had much time to discuss anything important during lunch.

  “How was work?” Mom asks as she takes off her jacket. The bags under her eyes show just how exhausted she is. She takes a seat on the sofa next to me.

  “I had the day off, Mom.”

  “Oh? What did you do today?” she asks.

  “I went skydiving . . . with my girlfriend.”

  “You have a girlfriend? Since when?” Mom asks with a smile. Even in her fifties, after all the hardship she’s gone through, she still looks beautiful. “You should bring her home one of these days.”

  I should just cut to the chase. This small talk is painful. “Mom, you remember my girlfriend from when we were still living in Vegas, the one who was at the wedding?”

  Her whole body tenses. Her eyes widen with horror.

  That only confirms my suspicions. She knows I know she’s done something she shouldn’t have done.

  “Please don’t tell me she’s your girlfriend,” Mom says slowly when she recovers from her shock.

  “She is,” I say. “I hope you don’t have a problem with that, because I intend to keep her in my life for a long time.”

  “I can’t believe this. I told you to stay away from her, and you just started dating her instead?” Mom asks, getting straight on the offense.

  “I didn’t just start dating her. I was already dating her when I was sixteen, until you made me break up with her.”

  “We both cut contact with everyone in the city. I did it, too, remember? It wasn’t just you, and it wasn't just her. I told you, Vegas brought us bad luck and we had to get rid of every little trace of it.”

  “And I guess it was just a coincidence that Aubrey’s dad also made her cut contact with me at the same time?” I ask.

  Mom pauses. In a soft voice, she says, “I don't know anything about that. I was just following my palm reader’s advice.”

  I repeat my question. “So you’re saying it was just a coincidence that Aubrey’s dad also made her cut contact with me at the same time?”

  “You told me he never liked you. That’s just the kind of thing that overprotective dads do when their daughters date guys they don’t like.” Her eyes twitch, the way they used to when I was a little boy and she told me she was eating raisins even though I smelled chocolate on her breath.

  “Mom, please don’t lie to me,” I say, exhausted from having already spent so much mental energy thinking about this all day.

  “Does her dad know you’re dating her again?” Mom asks, a little too urgently.

  “Why do you ask that? What does it matter?”

  “Well, he’s a powerful man. There are many things he can do if
he doesn’t like you seeing his daughter.” She tries to act like she’s only making a casual observation, but I can sense the fear in her trembling voice.

  “Like what, Mom?” I ask, looking directly into her eyes, trying to find the truth. “What did he threaten you with?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never even met your girlfriend’s dad.” She glances away, avoiding eye contact.

  “Mom, come on. You’ve always been a bad liar. I can see right through you.”

  She goes quiet.

  I always try to be kind to my mom, even when she's being difficult. It wasn't easy for her to live with my alcoholic dad, who also happened to have gambling addiction issues.

  Growing up, I had to go to my friends’ houses to play with their newest toys, even though my dad had a decent job. And those weren't the only things I had to either borrow or go without. There were books and sports gear, too.

  Those things seemed so important when I was younger and even though they don't anymore, I can't help feeling some anger over the fact that I could've had a decent childhood, had my dad not been such a piece of shit.

  I’ll admit it did force me to develop good social skills. Having to depend on other people will do that to you. I learned to get people to like me so they’d give me a hand when I needed it.

  It's a skill that's given me an edge in all kinds of situations, like when I had to convince a cop to let me go without a speeding ticket, or when I aced the interview and got a medical internship position at Oak Crest Hospital.

  So I guess in a way, I owe my success to both my parents—my dad for neglecting me to the point where I had no choice but to toughen the fuck up, and my mom for keeping me alive.

  I’ve always been grateful for the kindness my mom shows me. Because even though she's the woman who gave birth to me, no one put a gun to her head and made her love me.