In a desperate attempt to save himself, Marcus, Elena's elder brother, throws her to the wolves. He drugs her, binds her and hands her over to Dante Moretti, the most feared man in the underworld. Since Marcus has no regard for Elena, he uses her to clear the debt he cannot repay and bargains her freedom away, abandoning her to the mercy of the ruthless mafia lord, Dante, who has the power to crush anyone who defies him. Dante, who expected his ultimate possession to be a helpless girl, meets a spitfire instead. One with a razor-sharp tongue who spits fury in his face, rather than trembling before him like everyone else. Enraged and feeling utterly betrayed, Elena has refused to be broken easily. Her stubbornness amuses Dante and sparks his twisted interest. Her defiance and refusal to submit to him, stirs something that is dormant within him…one he can't ignore. For a man who’s lost everything he once loved, Dante’s heart has long been stone, hardened by the brutal murder of his fiancée, who was taken from him while carrying his child. He became a monster after that loss, one who kills without a second thought, with vengeance coursing through his veins. Yet Elena’s fire, her defiance starts to melt something within him, something he thought he had buried for good. As Elena remains trapped in this dangerous new world, she must choose: remain helpless, or rise to challenge the man who holds her life in his hands. But can she survive the deadly allure of a man who knows no limits...or might she be the one who brings him to his knees?
View MoreElena's POV.I woke up to the sound of chaos.At first, it was a distant thud…faint, muffled. I stirred, groggy, unsure if it was real or if my dreams were bleeding into reality. But then came the sharp crack of gunfire, loud and unmistakable. My eyes snapped open, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum.What the hell was going on?I sat up, my breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. The gunfire grew louder, closer, followed by the chilling sound of screams. My fingers gripped the edge of the bed as a cold wave of fear washed over me."Dante," I whispered, my voice shaky. Of course, it had to be him. He was probably out there right now, doing God knows what. Killing. Destroying. That’s who he was.A monster.I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my body trembling. My bare feet hit the cold floor as I crouched low, trying to steady my breathing. The noises outside didn’t stop. They only grew louder, more violent. A deep male scream pierced the air, followed by another gunshot.W
Dante's POVThe door splintered with a loud crack as my men stormed through, the sound echoing through the silent neighborhood. I walked in last, calm and deliberate, the heavy weight of my gun against my palm grounding me. The stench of fear was thick in the air, and it only got worse when Enzo yanked the man out of his bed and tossed him to the floor."Please, no!" The man scrambled backward, his hands out in front of him, pleading. He was a middle-aged coward, all sweat and desperation, trembling like a rat cornered by a snake."Get up," I ordered, my voice low but slicing through the room like a blade. He flinched, his bloodshot eyes darting between me and my men. When he didn’t move, Enzo hauled him to his feet, slamming him against the nearest wall."You think you can owe me a million dollars and just... what? Sleep peacefully at night?" I said, taking slow steps toward him. My voice was steady, calm even, but it made his knees buckle. I grabbed his chin roughly, forcing him to
Elena's POV.I slammed the door behind me, leaning against it as if it could somehow keep my thoughts out. My chest was rising and falling, my breath uneven. The room was quiet, too quiet, and that only made the memories of the garden louder in my head.“What the hell are you doing, Elena?” I muttered to myself, pacing the floor. My bare feet slapped against the cold marble as I moved back and forth, my hands tugging at my hair. “He’s dangerous. He’s your captor. You should hate him.”But did I?I groaned, throwing myself onto the edge of the bed, burying my face in my hands. The image of Dante leaning over me, his eyes dark and piercing, his voice filled with control—it wouldn’t leave my head. And that kiss… God, that kiss. My stomach fluttered at the thought of it. The way his lips moved against mine, the way he held me like I belonged to him.“It’s insane,” I said out loud, shaking my head. “Absolutely insane.” I stood up again, pacing. “You don’t want him, Elena. You don’t. You ca
Carina's POV.I stood at the edge of the building, my binoculars trained on the garden below. Dante, the man I had vowed to destroy, was down there. With her.I didn’t know who she was, and I didn’t care. Her name, her story, none of it mattered. What mattered was that she was touching him, clinging to him like he was the damn air she needed to breathe. Dante's hands…those same hands that destroyed everything I held dear—were on her waist, pulling her close, holding her like she was his.My jaw tightened, and I felt my nails bite into my palms. That bastard. He looked so calm, so collected, like he wasn’t the same monster who had ripped my world apart. And her? She was letting him kiss her like he wasn’t the reason my sister was lying six feet under.The sight of them made my blood boil.“He doesn’t deserve to be happy,” I muttered, lowering the binoculars for a moment. My voice was ice, sharp enough to cut. The men behind me shifted uncomfortably, but none of them dared speak. They k
Elena's POV. The question hit me like a physical blow, and I recoiled slightly, my hands gripping the edge of the table. “Don’t be ridiculous,” I said sharply, pushing back my chair and rising to my feet. I turned to leave, my pulse pounding in my ears, but before I could take a step, his hand caught my wrist. With one swift motion, he twirled me back to face him, his grip firm but not painful. I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as his dark eyes bore into mine, filled with that maddening intensity that made it impossible to look away. “Stop running,” he said, his voice softer now, but no less commanding. “If you want me, say it. Don’t punish yourself for feeling it.” I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. My heart thundered in my chest, betraying me once again. His hand slid down my wrist to my palm, holding it lightly, as if daring me to pull away. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Dante's eyes held mine, firm, hard. There was something almost unnervingly calm about the way he
Elena's POV.I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, gripping the edge of the sink as if it were the only thing grounding me. My hair was damp from the quick rinse I’d just taken, and I could still feel the lingering ghost of Dante’s lips on mine. My captor. The dangerous man who had cuffed me to his bed like some common criminal…and kissed me like I was the only thing keeping him alive.“What the hell was that?” I muttered to myself, shaking my head as if the memory would fall out.My fingers brushed over my lips, still slightly swollen from his assault…or was it a kiss? No, it had been an assault on my sanity. That kiss was too much. Too raw. Too intense. Too everything. The way he kissed me made me feel… wanted. Like he had been starving for me, and I was the only thing that could sate his hunger.And that was the problem. I wasn’t supposed to feel that. He was my captor, damn it. A mafia lord. The kind of man you ran from, not towards. Yet here I was, still tasting him,
Dante's POV.The cold water poured down on me, cutting through the heat that was in my skin. I let it hit my face, fingers gripping the edges of the shower wall, trying to steady myself. The steam swirled around me, the pressure of the water almost as intense as the storm of thoughts running through my head.Elena.It wasn’t supposed to go down like that. I wasn’t supposed to let the damn kiss happen. But her. Her mouth... the way she gasped, her lips parted just slightly, like she was asking for it without even knowing. Those damn lips of hers…they were trouble, I knew that much. She had a way of looking at me that made me want to do things I couldn’t allow myself to think about.I clenched my jaw, trying to shake her image from my mind. But it was impossible. It didn’t help that I could still taste her on my lips, could still feel the way she melted under me, the heat of her body radiating through her skin. I wasn’t a fucking saint, and damn if she didn’t drive me mad.I had her cuf
yElena's POV His presence was enough to make the air thick, suffocating. His gaze locked onto me, cold, calculating. I hated the way he looked at me, like he knew something I didn’t.“Do you remember what you did yesterday, Elena?” he asked, his voice low, dangerous.I shot him a glare, trying to mask my fear with defiance. “What the hell do you mean? Let me out of here!”He leaned in, his face just inches from mine, and for a moment, I was frozen. “You think I don’t know what you did? You made your choice. You tried to run away. And now... now you’re going to pay for it.”I spat, the bitter taste of rage filling my mouth. “You think I’m scared of you? You don’t scare me, Dante. Not anymore.”A chuckle escaped him, dark and chilling. “You’re amusing. But you’re also a fool.”Before I could respond, he moved, quick and controlled, like a predator with no patience left. One moment, he was standing over me, the next, he was on top of me, pinning me to the bed with his weight. My breath
Elena's POV.I was running again, only this time, it wasn’t from Dante. It wasn’t even from the chaos of the night before. I was running through the past, running through memories of when things were... better. I was twelve.I could hear my mom laughing, her voice soft and warm, as she pulled me into a hug. I could feel my dad’s big, strong hands on my shoulders, his firm but gentle grip, telling me everything would be okay. Marcus was there too. He was my big brother, always so protective, always keeping watch.“Everything’s fine,” Mom said, smiling down at me with love in her eyes. “We’ve got you, Elena. We’ve got you.”I smiled back at her, at them both. Life was perfect, easy. I was happy. And Marcus…he was there, always teasing me but looking out for me.But then... everything shifted. Things cracked, the happy moments faded into a blur. I was gone…missing. Where the hell had I gone?And then, they found me. But it was too late. My parents, on their way to get me, they were dead.
Elena's POV.I could feel the tension in the cramped apartment, the walls almost closing in as I stood in the small kitchen, stirring a pot of instant ramen. The smell of cheap noodles mingled with the stale air, making my stomach churn. My brother Marcus burst through the door, the heavy thud sounding through the tiny space, and I prepared myself for the storm.“Why can’t you do anything right, Elena?” His voice boomed, filled with frustration and something darker, something I had come to recognize as hatred. “Look at this mess! You’re just a bad luck charm, you know that? Ever since Mom and Dad…”“Shut up!” I snapped, spinning around to face him, my heart racing. “You don’t get to blame me for their deaths! I didn’t ask them to drive that night!”He stepped closer, his face a mask of rage, fists clenched at his sides. “You think you’re so innocent? They died because of you! All because you were too spoiled to take care of yourself! They went to cater to your whims, and look what hap
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