OWNED BY THE MAFIA BOSS

The Red Mark Elisa The air in “Gulio's restaurant" was thick with the scent of garlic, cheap wine, and something else… something metallic and sharp that prickles at the back of my throat. It wasn't the blood yet, not literally, but the anticipation of it. Tonight, the menu featured My target, served cold. The restaurant was drowning in soft music and whispered conversations, but I heard nothing except the pulse of my own heartbeat. The scent of expensive wine, the overpriced sizzling steaks, and polished wood fills the air. A place like this reeks of power, a place where men like Antonio Romano make deals over bloodstained money and fine liquor. I adjusted the tray in my hands, careful not to spill a single drop of Chianti as I weave through the maze of linen-clothed tables, I was just another server blending into the scenery. "Little girl" That’s what they’d called me on my way into this restaurant. They'd underestimated the hunger that gnaws at me, the years of training tha

The DealAntonioThe Bianchi villa smelled of blood and betrayal, I sat at the center of the lavish sitting room, not touched by the chaos that had just erupted moments ago.The polish marble floors was stained with the blood of fallen men, their bodies slump over the grand table where a meal had once been served. Pietro Bianchi sat before me, the once proud and ruthless man now reduce to a trembling coward.And I despised cowards.My men secured the remaining household staff and guards, forcing them to their knees, no one dared to speak, no one dared to move.The message had been clear, Antonio Romano had come for blood, and blood had been spilled, but now, my attention was on one person.The woman standing in the doorway, her chest rising and falling in rapid breaths, her dark eyes flickering with anger, calculation, and something I couldn't quite name.She moved with a lethal grace that even in the chaos that transpired at the restaurant, had caught my attention. Most assassins w

Three Days in Darkness ElisaTime blurred in the dungeon, I had no idea if it had been hours or days since they threw me in here. There were no windows, no clocks, just the dim glow of a single overhead bulb that flickered unpredictably, leaving me in suffocating darkness.My body ached from the rough handling, my mind continuously replayed the scene at the villa like a broken record. Pietro’s face, contorted in fear, then surprise, then nothing, Romano’s cold eyes, his deliberate pull of the trigger.Hunger gnawed at my stomach, but I refused to touch the food tray they left. Not because I thought it was poisoned, Antonio wanted me alive for now, I was sure of it. But because eating would mean accepting my captivity.I wasn’t ready to do that.I lay on the cot, staring at the ceiling, my mind drifting in and out of memories of the past. Pietro’s cold, calculating stare, the sharp sting of the training sessions that had taught me pain was just a weakness to be burned out.And then

" The Sister Returns" ElisaThe door creaked open, the scraping of the lock was a familiar sound now, but this time, it didn’t fill me with the same dread.I didn’t move from my spot against the cold wall, though my body tensed, I knew who it was before I saw her.Bianca Romano.She entered like before, carrying not just a tray of food but a bundle of folded clothes. They looked soft and clean, a stark contrast to the rough, stained fabric I’d been wearing for days. She set it down without a word. I glared at it, my eyes fixed on the clothes, a simple top and trousers, dark but clean. A small offering of normalcy in this abnormal place. “You haven’t eaten much in the past few days,” she observed, her brow furrowing with concern.“I’m not hungry,” I lied, my stomach protesting loudly. The truth was a part of me still suspected her intentions and the food she brought, tainted by the knowledge of who her brother was, There is no way I would trust her.Bianca sat down on the edge of t

"Reckoning"ElisaThe door creaked open again, my muscles tensed instantly. I was already sitting up, back pressed against the wall, every nerve on edge. Bianca had left hours ago, maybe longer, and I wasn’t sure if she’d be the one to return, but it wasn’t her.Two men walked in first,these were soldiers. I knew this by the way they moved, controlled, deadly, faces blank, eyes cold like they’d long forgotten how to feel anything.Then he walked in behind them, he didn’t speak, he just stood in the doorway, his eyes locked on mine.The guards stepped aside, flanking the door while Antonio slowly entered the cell. His expression was unreadable, it wasn't cruel, neither was it kind, it was just… still, observant.I stayed where I was, watching him. Refusing to show any emotions, even as my heart pounded, there was no fear in me, only rage and confusion. A creepily sense that whatever was happening now would change everything. “You’re tougher than I expected,” he said finally, his voi