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THE MAFIA'S PRICE

THE MAFIA'S PRICE

Mafia
last updateLast Updated : 2026-09-05
By:  Uj KayOngoing
Language: English
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Synopsis

Dark Romance

Fast-Paced Plot

Heir/Heirness

Mafia

Possessive

Hate to Love

Revenge

Weak to Strong

Alessia Volkov, the ice-princess heiress to a powerful Russian syndicate, believes her life is mapped out: a strategic marriage to secure an alliance. But on the night of her engagement gala, her world is shattered. Dante Moretti, the most feared and ruthless Mafia Don in the city, storms the event. His reason? A blood debt owed by her fiancé's family. And he’s taking Alessia as collateral. Dragged from a life of opulent privilege, Alessia is thrown into a gilded cage: Dante’s impenetrable penthouse high above the city. Her defiance is immediate and fierce. She fights him with every weapon she has, venomous words, calculated escapes, and sheer, unbreakable will. But Dante is a master of breaking things. He doesn't use fists; he uses desire. His relentless, calculated seduction is a war of attrition against her body and mind. A rough hand pinning her wrists against the cold glass wall. A bruising kiss that tastes like victory and sin. A whispered threat that sends a shiver of unwanted arousal straight to her core. As the lines between captor and captive blur, a dangerous, twisted passion ignites. Their encounters are explosive battles of dominance and surrender, each feverish fuck chipping away at her resistance until her hatred transforms into a dark, addictive need. She begins to crave his touch, his possession, his punishing cock. But outside their penthouse fortress, enemies are closing in. The very war that brought them together threatens to tear them apart. Alessia must decide: is she the prize in this bloody conflict, or is she the queen destined to rule beside the king who stole her? This is a story of obsession, betrayal, and a love so violent it can only be born in the dark.

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Exciting story!! Please update.
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Please update!
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Please dear author continue updating ...
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9/10 that’s what I rate this book
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143 Chapters
THE GALA
The champagne flute felt like ice in my hand, a fragile prison of crystal and bubbles. Around me, the gala swirled in a symphony of forced laughter, the scent of expensive perfume, and the glint of diamonds that cost more than most people’s homes. My home. The Volkov estate. Tonight, it was just a backdrop for a transaction dressed up as a celebration.“Smile, krasavitsa,” my father’s voice was a low command in my ear, his hand a heavy weight on the small of my back. “The Ivanovs are watching. This alliance is everything.”Everything. The word tasted like ash. Everything meant my future, my body, my freedom, sold to secure a pipeline of drugs and weapons. My fiancé, Alexei Ivanov, was across the room, a handsome, hollow man with a predator’s smile. He raised his glass to me. I forced my lips to curve, a perfect, porcelain smile I’d perfected over twenty-two years.This was my destiny: to be a beautiful, silent asset. A Volkov bride.The string quartet began a waltz. Alexei approached,
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THE PENTHOUSE
The car moved through the city like a black predator, silent and swift. I sat rigid, my back pressed into the cool leather, every nerve in my body screaming. Dante didn’t speak. He didn’t look at me. He just sat there, a coiled force of silence, his long fingers steepled in his lap. The scar on his jaw caught the occasional streetlight, glowing like a brand.My mind raced. Escape. Fight. Scream. But the men in the front seats were impassive, their hands resting just above their laps. I didn’t need to see the weapons to know they were there.We entered a private underground garage beneath a towering skyscraper. The elevator was seamless, silent. When the doors opened, it wasn’t to a hallway, it was to his world.The penthouse.It was a monochrome dream of glass, steel, and shadow. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the entire city, a glittering abyss below us. The space was vast, minimalist, yet every surface screamed wealthy, Italian marble floors, a single abstract sculpture that proba
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THE FIRST ESCAPE
Time lost all meaning in the penthouse. It was measured not in hours, but in the slow, agonizing beat of my own heart. I lay in the bed he’d assigned me, a room as opulent and cold as the rest of the place. Silk sheets, a view that could steal your breath, and a door I knew was locked from the outside.The scent of him was still on my skin. My body still hummed with the ghost of his touch, a traitorous echo of the pleasure he’d ripped from me. Shame burned hotter than any fever. I had come for him. On his fingers, against the glass, with the whole city as my witness. I had shattered.And a part of me… a dark, secret part… wanted to shatter again.“No,” I whispered into the silence, clenching my fists. He is your captor. Your enemy. I repeated it like a mantra, a prayer to a god I wasn’t sure was listening.When a sliver of gray dawn light finally pierced the horizon, I rose. My body ached, but my will was a sharp, cold blade. I would not be broken. I would not be his pet.The clothes
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THE MORNING AFTER
The silence after he left was worse than the fight. It wasn’t peace. It was the quiet of a battlefield after the carnage, where the dead are counted and the survivors try to remember how to breathe.My body felt hollowed out. Used. But not just by his cock. By pleasure. The shame of it was a living thing, coiled around my ribs, squeezing tighter with every breath. I could still feel him inside me, the stretch, the heat, the way my body had climaxed for him like I’d been starving.And I kissed him back.That was the part that haunted me as I sat in the steaming shower, letting scalding water beat down on my skin. I scrubbed until my flesh was raw, trying to erase the feel of his hands, the taste of his mouth, the way his name had slipped from my lips like a prayer.But it wasn’t just his touch I couldn’t wash away.It was the memory of how good it felt.The shower had no locks. The glass walls were clear. I could see the entire bedroom, and beyond it, the vast, watching city. I was on d
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THE BLOOD ON THE DOOR
The city lights blinked like distant stars, indifferent to the storm gathering beneath them.For two days, an eerie calm had settled over the penthouse. Dante moved through the space like a ghost, present, watchful, but not touching. He took calls in hushed, urgent tones. Men in black suits came and went, their faces hard, their eyes scanning the perimeter. The air hummed with anticipation, like the moment before lightning splits the sky.And I… I existed in a state of suspended torment.Every time he entered the room, my pulse spiked. Every time his gaze lingered on my mouth, my back, the pulse in my throat, my skin burned. I hated him. I needed him. The contradiction was a knife twisting in my gut.He hadn’t touched me since that morning in the kitchen. No forced kisses. No brutal claims. Just glances that stripped me bare, and words that coiled around my mind like smoke.“Sleep well, Alessia?” he’d ask, sipping his coffee.“No,” I’d snap.“Pity,” he’d reply, a ghost of a smile on h
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THE FIRST LESSON
The scent of gunpowder clung to my hands.Dante had taken me to an underground firing range beneath the city, a concrete bunker lit by harsh fluorescent lights. The air was thick with smoke and the echo of silenced shots.“Grip it like it’s part of you,” he said, standing behind me, his chest pressed against my back. His hands covered mine on the Beretta. “Not a tool. An extension.”“I’m not a killer,” I whispered, my fingers trembling.“You are now,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. “You killed a man three nights ago. You just didn’t pull the trigger yourself.”My stomach twisted. The blood on the marble. The crack of the neck. I hadn’t fired, but I had allowed it. I had wanted it.“Now you will,” he said. “Aim. Breathe. Squeeze.”He guided my finger. The gun barked once. The target, a silhouette of a man, tore at the shoulder.“Again.”Shot after shot. My hands grew steadier. My breath calmer. With each pull of the trigger, something inside me hardened.When the magazine was e
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THE LESSON CONTINUES
The days bled into one another until I lost track of whether it was Tuesday or Sunday. Time no longer mattered; only the rhythm Dante set mattered. Wake at dawn, black coffee he brewed too strong, then down to the bunker-level three where the air tasted of lead and ozone. The underground range had become our church, and Dante its unforgiving priest.He started me on the Sig Sauer P226 the morning after he’d cooked for me. Said the Beretta had been a warm-up; the Sig was the gun I would carry when it counted. I learned its weight in my sleep. I learned to strip it blindfolded while he timed me with the stopwatch on his phone, his voice a low growl in my ear when I fumbled the recoil spring. “Faster, principessa. Dead women don’t get second chances.”By the end of the first week I could reassemble it in nineteen seconds flat. He celebrated by bending me over the shooting bench and fucking me until my palms squealed against the rubber mat and the only word I remembered was his name.But
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FIRST MISSION
Alessia's body still hummed with the aftershocks of their passion, her limbs heavy and languid as if every muscle had been wrung out and remade in the fire of Dante's touch. Dante propped himself up on one elbow, his dark eyes tracing the curves of her body with a possessiveness that sent a fresh shiver down her spine. He didn't speak, but the curve of his lips told her everything-satisfaction, hunger, and something deeper, more dangerous.Dressed in one of his silk robes-far too large for her, the fabric whispering against her skin-they made their way back to the sitting room after bathing together. Dante poured them both fresh glasses of whiskey from the bar cart, the amber liquid catching the light like liquid gold. He handed her one, their fingers brushing, and she felt that electric pull again.They settled on the oversized sofa, Alessia curling her legs beneath her, the robe slipping slightly to reveal the curve of her shoulder. Dante sat close, his arm draped over the back, f
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THE ARCHITECTURE OF RUIN
I could feel the moment stretching before I spoke, the air tight with expectation, with the quiet challenge in his eyes. In moments like this, hesitation was blood in the water. I had learned that long from Dante, long before this room, this war. Strategy was safer than fear; calculation steadier than emotion. I reminded myself of that as I leaned into the heat of him, into the knife-edge space where power decided who survived.Alessia didn’t flinch under his intense gaze, his body heat radiating into her space. She leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that was all strategy and no fear.“We don’t go anywhere near her. That’s too crude.”As the words left my mouth, I felt that familiar calm settle over me, the calm that always came when a plan took shape. Violence was easy. Anyone could threaten, kidnap, kill. This required finesse, patience, and cruelty wrapped in silk. The kind of cruelty that lingered.She tapped the screen, bringing up a photo of t
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THE LEDGER
His words hung in the air, a promise and a threat, and his proximity was a furnace that threatened to melt the carefully constructed walls around my heart.But before I could respond, before I could lean into that intoxicating promise of a kingdom, a cold, sharp shard of memory pierced through the haze. The ledger.My mind flashed back to that rainy afternoon weeks before my engagement, when I’d slipped into my father’s study and found the plain black leather book I wasn’t supposed to see. I’d only opened it for a second, but the entries were seared into me: payments to the Ivanovs, timed to fabricate a debt that never existed; a note in my father’s sharp, slanted handwriting about how the “Ivanov problem” would be solved by “the Moretti wolf.” He hadn’t just sold me to Dante. He had engineered the entire collapse, and used me as the final sacrifice to bury a rival family. The whiskey scent clinging to Dante’s breath suddenly twisted into the stench of betrayal.The realization slam
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