Bound to the Mafia Boss

* Warning* This book will contain abusive elements, violence, and sex scenes. This is the first and final warning, so if you decide to carry on, you make your choice.

Stella's POV

I leaned over the wall, hoping that would stop the room from spinning and help me with nausea. My heart was pounding in my chest, threatening to break, as I slowly looked around.

For the last hour, I prayed it would be a mistake, that it was not Adriana.

But now, all my hope was dead, just like my little sister.

The hotel room was dark, filthy and stinky. The walls were once painted blue but now looked like a zombie's skin. I kept wondering how my poor baby ended up in here. Her body was sprawled across the bed, and her eyes, once filled with joy, were now glossy and dull. She wore the same hoodie and jeans she had the previous morning when I saw her for the last time.

" She overdosed," I heard a policeman's voice coming from a distance. For them, it was another crime scene. For me, it was hell's threshold.

" Can you confirm it is your sister?" The same voice rang closer, and I slowly raised my head.

" Overdosed?" I asked in a weak voice.

" It looks like she had way too good fun," The man in front of me looked at the papers in his hand.

" She was not taking any drugs," I replied, shaking my head.

" The closest family usually finds out the last," the policeman replied in the same indifferent tone.

" I am her only family. I have raised Adriana since our parents died." My voice slowly raised. This man had already judged my sister without knowing sh*t about her. Dead girl in a filthy room, probably the troublemaker, end of story.

" I am really sorry for your loss," he spoke, but I heard no sincere feelings in his tone. " Kids sometimes make bad choices."

I balled my fists. " Drunk tattoo can be a bad choice. Dyeing your hair green can be a bad choice," I said through my gritted teeth," but this is something way more than a bad choice. I doubt it was even her choice."

The man in front of me rolled his eyes. " I get your point, but I have seen it more times before than you can imagine. I believe that you tried to do your best as an older sister, but sometimes it is not enough. Let me guess, you work two jobs to pay the bills?"

" What does it have to do with that?" I asked slowly. He was right. I worked two jobs to make sure my sister had everything she needed.

" And while you were working your a*s off, your sister made a ' bad choice'."

My eyes filled with tears. He was wrong, so wrong. Adriana would never do anything like that. She was a top-class student who spent most of her free time digging into books she loved to read. She had a small circle of friends, I knew each of them.

" You know nothing about Adriana."

The policeman shrugged his arms. " I know what I see. There are no signs of violence, so it does not look like she was forced to do it. But we found a cup with ecstasy tabs dissolved in cheap wine. Maybe it is you who did not know your sister after all."

I offered him a kill stare, but he only smirked. I was ready to tell him what I thought about this heartless comment, but then the morgue workers came in to take Adriana's body. I rushed to her and grabbed her hand, now cold as ice.

" I am so sorry, baby," I whispered, completely heartbroken. " I am so sorry."

" We need to take the body."

' The body' was all they saw, while for me, it was the whole world.

I slid to the floor, sobbing quietly, as they took my sister out. My limbs went numb. I knew I had to stay strong, but I was scared that any moment now, I would shatter like a glass dropped to the ground.

The policeman left the room with the rest of the team, but I barely noticed that. At this point, nothing mattered. I have lost my only family, and I broke the word I fave my mother before she died. That I would take care of Adriana and protect her at all costs.

I failed them both.

After a while, I managed to move. I dragged myself from the floor. I had to go back to the cafe where I worked. Mary, my boss, would be worried.

Besides, I had to take a few days off to arrange the funeral.

" Stella, is everything okay?" Mary rushed to my side as soon as I entered the cafe.

I looked into her warm brown eyes, and the dark reality hit me with full force. My eyes filled with tears, but I could not find the strength to say anything.

Mary wrapped her arm around me and led me to the back of the cafe.

" Sit, girl and tell me what happened? You ran out of here like a bolt. Is it about Adriana? Is she okay?"

I raised my head upon hearing my sister's name. Tears rolled down my cheeks.

Mary's eyes widened. " What is going on? Speak child."

" Adriana is dead," I managed to whisper, and Mary stumbled back.

" What do you mean by that? How could she die?"

I hung my head. How could I tell her? Mary was like a mother to both of us. She was the one to help us after my parents were gone. Thanks to her, I have a job that allows me to pay the bills.

" Stella, say something." Mary touched my arm, and this gesture released all the emotions I had held inside until now. My sobs grew louder until they turned into a deafening scream. I kept screaming and crying until I had no more tears and lay curled on the floor.

Mary kneeled next to me, caressing my hair.

" Oh my dear God," she mumbled repeatedly.

I closed my eyes. God had nothing to do with that.