In The Arms Of A Mafia Boss

(Lisa's POV) I walked down the streets of Italy, unsure of where to go or which direction to take. I was in a foreign land where I knew no one. The only person I came to see—the main reason for this trip—had cheated on me and left me shattered and broken. Everywhere I looked seemed to mock me as if the universe was laughing at my foolishness. I had booked a flight all the way from California to Italy, dreaming of a romantic reunion with my boyfriend, only to witness his betrayal. I should have listened to my dad, who had repeatedly warned me not to invest too much in Nathan. But I didn’t. My stubbornness and my foolish heart didn’t allow it. Now, it was too late to cry over spilled milk. I needed to brace myself, hold back my tears, and figure out how to return to California tomorrow. But it was already late in Italy, and I had no idea where to go for the night. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, but I clenched my jaw and forced them back. Nathan didn’t deserve my tears. I

(Alessio's POV) I woke up to find the woman from last night gone. In her place, she had left a pillow where her waist had been. How dare she run off as if what happened between us was meaningless? My jaw tightened as I sat up, her absence triggering a strange blend of frustration and longing. I rose from the bed, heading to the wardrobe to grab fresh clothes. After a quick shower, I changed and prepared to confront the day ahead.My eyes flicked back to the bed, lingering on the faint stain on the sheets—a mark of last night’s intensity. The memory rushed back, vivid and unshakable. Who would have thought a woman so breathtakingly beautiful, with an hourglass figure that seemed sculpted by the gods, would still be a virgin? I felt honored—no, privileged—to have been the first man to touch her. Her fragility, her innocence—it was unlike anything I’d experienced before.The night had started like any other. I went to the nightclub to meet with other mafia bosses, as I often did to disc

(Alessio's POV) I stood by the window of my suite, staring out at the moon. Her face replayed in my mind, as if the moon itself had captured the image of her. It wasn’t the look I had imagined when we would meet again. The expression she wore held a combination of fear and hatred, as if she both feared and despised me at the same time. I couldn’t care less about what she thought of me. She had already made her choice when she agreed to be mine—the moment she allowed me to touch every part of her body. And now, I would never let her go. Was it love? I couldn’t say. But one thing was certain: she would never have the chance to escape from me again. I had kidnapped her and brought her all the way from California to Italy because she was mine—mine to touch, mine to possess. No one else would kiss her, touch her, or do any of the things I wanted to do to her body. The memory of that night when I explored her body, marking it as my own, flashed through my mind. The feeling of her ben

(Lisa's POV) "Madame, are you okay? Did I say something wrong?" The woman asked, rushing toward me. The way she called me madame grated on my nerves, adding to the frustration already boiling inside me. I wanted to scream at her, to tell her to leave me alone, but I swallowed the urge. Deep down, I knew she wasn’t the cause of my problems. This mess was my doing—every choice, every mistake, led me to this moment. If only I hadn’t stubbornly insisted on going to Italy despite my father’s warnings, none of this would have happened. I wouldn’t have caught Nathan cheating on me, and I certainly wouldn’t have ended up here, trapped in the clutches of a mafia boss. Should I blame Nathan for betraying me, or should I blame myself for walking straight into this disaster? No, this was all my fault. No one forced me to pack my bags and leave for Italy in the first place. "If I did anything wrong, please forgive me, madame. I don’t want to face Boss Alessio’s wrath. He strictly ordered m

(Lisa's POV) I tried figuring out the structure of his house so I could find where the exit leads to. If I can figure out the exit of this maze-like house, I will finally be able to escape. But it was futile because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't. My head was spinning as a result of it, and it made me wonder if it took hundreds of years to build such a house. It was so confusing. He must’ve structured his house like this because of his enemies. I haven’t encountered a mafia boss before, but from the stories I’ve heard, they’re surrounded by webs of enemies. That’s why I need to escape from this place before he drags me into his blood-soaked world. I’m not a warrior princess or Wonder Woman to be dragged into the chaotic world he lives in. “We are here, madame,” Ivan said to me when we got to the doorstep of my room. I forced a smile since he was smiling at me. He wasn’t like Alessio, who never smiles yet still wants me not to be afraid of him. I don’t want to see what