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The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, casting a pale golden light over the quiet streets of Rome. The city, always alive, seemed to hold its breath as Siena’s team arrived at the secluded villa where the meeting was set to take place. The convoy of black cars pulled into the driveway one by one, their engines cutting off in unison, leaving an eerie silence in the air.

Siena stepped out of her car, her expression unreadable, though determination radiated from her every movement. She had chosen this location carefully—a neutral ground, far from the reach of journalists, prying eyes, and unwanted ears. This was a battleground of a different kind, one where words held the weight of bullets and leverage was deadlier than any gun.

Inside, the president and his Chief of Staff, Luca, were already waiting. The dimly lit room held an air of quiet hostility. Alongside them sat a handful of top members of their campaign team, their faces unreadable masks of political calculation. Siena
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  • TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS   EPILOGUE

    Two weeks had passed since the blood-soaked chaos in the Cali mansion foyer, but the echoes of that day lingered like a stain no one could scrub clean. The Tuscan sun still rose each morning, bathing the estate in golden light, but the air felt heavier now, thick with grief and unanswered questions. Elena sat alone in the guest bedroom she’d been relegated to, her hands resting on her swollen belly, the twins kicking with a restlessness that mirrored her own. The room was sparse—white walls, a single bed, a chair—but it was a prison all the same. Not one with bars, but one of guilt, fear, and the unbearable weight of waiting.Jeremy was gone, locked away in a high-security Italian prison awaiting trial for Jeremiah’s murder. The news had spread like wildfire—Jeremy Cali, the untouchable kingpin, brought down not by the CIA but by his own hand, his own rage. The papers called it a tragedy, a Shakespearean fall, but Elena knew it was more than that. It was her doing, her choices unra

  • TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS   THE FINAL CHAPTER

    Jeremy stormed down the grand staircase of the Cali mansion, his boots pounding the marble like thunder rolling over the hills. The Glock in his hand felt heavier than ever, loaded with bullets and betrayal. His eyes burned, red-rimmed with tears and rage, as he burst into the foyer where Jeremiah and Elena stood, frozen at the sight of him. The air crackled with the violence he carried, a storm about to break.“If either of you take one inch further, I’ll blow your brains out, I swear it,” he roared, his voice echoing off the high ceilings. The gun trembled in his grip, but his aim was steady, swinging between his right hand man and the woman he’d loved—still loved, despite the knife she’d plunged into his heart.Thankfully, JJ and Lina were safe at school, spared from this nightmare. The thought of his children steadied him for a fleeting moment, but it wasn’t enough to quell the fury boiling inside. He took a step closer, his breath ragged, tears streaming down his face as he sho

  • TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS   176

    Jeremy stepped through the mansion’s grand doors that morning, the weight of the past few weeks heavy on his shoulders. The sun hung low over the Tuscan hills, casting long shadows across the marble floors as he shook off his coat and handed it to a waiting maid. He’d been away too long—business in Rome, deals to secure, enemies to outmaneuver—but today, he’d decided, was for Mama. She’d been frail since the fall, her memory a flickering candle, and he couldn’t shake the gnawing suspicion that something wasn’t right. Mama had never fallen before, not once in her life. She was steady, a rock in the storm of his world. So how had she ended up crumpled at the bottom of those stairs?He climbed the grand staircase, his polished shoes clicking against the stone, each step echoing in the cavernous hall. The mansion felt quieter than usual, the staff moving like ghosts, their eyes averted. Maybe they sensed his mood—a restless, brooding thing he couldn’t name. He reached Mama’s room on th

  • TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS   175

    Monroe leaned against the cool leather of the black armored SUV’s passenger seat, his eyes fixed on the winding Italian road ahead. The vehicle hummed with quiet power, one of three in a tight convoy rolling through the Tuscan countryside toward the Cali mansion. The CIA team—six operatives, including Ghost and Monroe—had been in Italy for days, staging in a discreet safehouse outside Florence. Now, they were en route, their plan locked and loaded: arrest Jeremiah Cali for his well-documented sexual offense crimes, squeeze him until he broke, and use him to nail his untouchable boss, Jeremy. Hard proof tying Jeremy to his empire’s darker dealings remained elusive, so Jeremiah was their wedge.The strategy was straightforward but brutal. They’d haul Jeremiah in, make him sweat with threats of extradition to the United States—where the charges would stack high and the trials would be merciless—then offer him an out: testify against Jeremy, hand over concrete evidence, and secure a re

  • TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS   174

    The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, casting a pale golden light over the quiet streets of Rome. The city, always alive, seemed to hold its breath as Siena’s team arrived at the secluded villa where the meeting was set to take place. The convoy of black cars pulled into the driveway one by one, their engines cutting off in unison, leaving an eerie silence in the air. Siena stepped out of her car, her expression unreadable, though determination radiated from her every movement. She had chosen this location carefully—a neutral ground, far from the reach of journalists, prying eyes, and unwanted ears. This was a battleground of a different kind, one where words held the weight of bullets and leverage was deadlier than any gun. Inside, the president and his Chief of Staff, Luca, were already waiting. The dimly lit room held an air of quiet hostility. Alongside them sat a handful of top members of their campaign team, their faces unreadable masks of political calculation. Siena

  • TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS   173

    Siena’s campaign office was a hive of activity, the air thick with the hum of phones ringing, keyboards clacking, and staffers rushing to and fro. But all of that faded into the background as Travanto Petrovich walked in, his presence commanding the room like a storm rolling in. He was dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, his tattoos peeking out from beneath his cuffs and collar, a reminder of the life he led. His four bodyguards stood at the door, their expressions stoic, their presence a silent warning to anyone who might think of causing trouble.Siena rose from her desk, her smile warm but cautious. “Travanto,” she said, extending her hand. “It’s been a long time.”Travanto took her hand, his grip firm but not overpowering. “Too long, Barrister Bonks. You look as stunning as ever.”Siena chuckled, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Petrovich. But thank you. Please, sit.”Travanto took a seat across from her, his sharp eyes scanning the room before

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