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Auteur: Pamela Writes
last update Date de publication: 2025-10-18 18:58:11

I stared at Christopher as my chest tightened with my mind running in circles. He had just told Sean to let me leave. Was he serious? Or is he joking? Was he really going to let me walk out?

My feet felt heavy, like they were nailed to the floor. I don’t trust him. I don’t trust any of this.

Sean waited at the door, looking at me with a blank face. Christopher leaned back in his chair with his eyes on me like a hawk, as if daring me to move.

“You wanted to go,” he said calmly. “Then go.”

I swallowed hard as I tried to steady my shaking hands. This was what I wanted, wasn’t it? To leave this place. To run.

But his words from earlier echoed in my head... “Step outside, and they will track you down before you make it ten minutes. You will be dead before the hour ends.”

I didn’t know if he was trying to scare me or if he was telling the truth.

Still, my pride made me lift my chin. “Fine,” I said in a small voice.

Sean opened the door wider. “This way, miss.”

I walked quickly, brushing past him. My legs felt weak, but I forced them to keep moving. The hall seemed endless, every step echoing in the silence. I could feel Christopher’s eyes burning into my back even though I wasn’t looking at him anymore.

Sean walked behind me with his footsteps calm and even. I wanted to ask him questions, but his stiff face told me not to bother. He wasn’t going to answer.

We reached the main floor, and he led me to the front entrance. My breath quickened as the huge doors opened.

It was Cold, Quiet, Empty outside here.

“Good luck,” Sean said flatly. His tone made it sound more like a warning than kindness.

I stepped outside as I clutch my shoes in my hand. My heart hammered as the doors shut behind me with a loud thud.

The gate wasn’t far. I could see the guards still there, standing tall and watchful. For a second, I thought about running back inside, but I shook my head. No. I couldn’t stay in a mafia boss’s house.

I walked quickly, almost jogging toward the gate. The guards glanced at me but didn’t stop me. One of them pressed a button and the gate opened slowly.

The street outside was dark. Too dark.

I hugged myself as I stepped out. The moment the gate closed behind me, the silence felt heavier. My eyes darted around the street. Empty. No footsteps. No voices.

But my stomach twisted with unease.

I walked faster with my bare feet cold against the ground. Every shadow looked alive. Every corner felt like danger.

Maybe Christopher was lying. Maybe I will be fine. They would have gone by now. There is no way they will still be waiting for me.

Then I heard it.

A low whistle.

I froze.

The sound came from behind me. My blood ran cold.

Slowly, I turned my head.

Down the street, three dark figures stepped out of the shadows. Their eyes glinted in the faint light, and I recognized the faces instantly. The same men from the alley.

The Cruz Mafia.

“No…” I whispered, my throat dry.

One of them smirked. “Look who we found. The brave little girl who tried to play hero.”

My knees weakened.

I took a step back, then another. My mind screamed at me to run, but my body wouldn’t listen.

Another man pulled out a knife. the blade was flashing in the streetlight.

“You made a mistake, sweetheart,” he said coldly. “Nobody humiliates the Cruz Mafia and lives.”

Tears filled my eyes as my back hit a wall. There was nowhere left to go.

I thought about Anna. I thought about how she tried to convince me not to go to the club.

This is it.

This is my end.

I'm sorry Anna.

I'm sorry.

To be continued

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  • The Mafia Virgin Captive    21

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  • The Mafia Virgin Captive    20

    ROSALINA P.O.VI stayed by the window for a long time. My forehead was pressed against the cold glass. I couldn't stop thinking about the black car I saw earlier. Marcello, Christopher’s uncle, had arrived. He looked like a man who was coming to take something that belonged to him. He didn't look like a visitor. He looked like a predator.The mansion felt very different now that Christopher was gone. When Christopher was in the room, the air felt tight and heavy, but I felt like someone was watching over me. Now that he was at the docks, the silence of the room felt empty and scary. I looked at the big bed. The sheets were still messy from last night. I felt a strange feeling in my heart. I actually missed him. It was crazy to miss a man who kept me like a prisoner, but in this big, scary house, he was the only thing I knew.I turned away from the window. I started to walk back and forth across the soft carpet. My mind was spinning. Christopher told me the accident in 2016 was not an

  • The Mafia Virgin Captive    19

    ROSALINA P.O.VI woke up the next morning feeling like I had been hit by a truck. The sun was peeking through the heavy grey curtains, making patterns on the dark carpet. For a second, I forgot where I was. I reached out, expecting to feel the cheap cotton sheets of my old bed, but my hand hit smooth, expensive silk.Then, the memory of last night came rushing back. The party. Anna. And Christopher... lying right behind me.I turned over quickly, my heart racing. The other side of the bed was empty. The sheets were still a bit messy, and the pillow still smelled like his woodsy cologne, but he was gone.I sat up, pulling the champagne-colored nightgown down over my knees. The room was so big and quiet. It felt like a beautiful prison. I looked at the bathroom door. It was open, but no one was inside.Suddenly, the door to the bedroom opened. I jumped, turning around to see a maid standing there with a silver tray."Good morning, miss," she said, her head down. "Sir asked me to bring y

  • The Mafia Virgin Captive    18

    ROSALINA P.O.VThe car ride back from the party was the longest silence of my life. I sat as far away from Christopher as I could, pressing my shoulder against the cold glass of the window.My heart was still hammering against my chest. Anna. I couldn't get the image out of my head. My best friend—the only person who cared if I lived or died after my accident—was standing in a room full of monsters, talking to the enemy. She didn't look like a waitress. She looked like she belonged there.Beside me, Christopher was a statue of shadow and muscle. He hadn't said a word since we left the building. When we finally reached the mansion, the gates open. The car didn't stop at the main entrance. It drove around to the private side of the estate. Christopher stepped out and reached back, his hand wrapping around my wrist. It wasn't a gentle touch, but it wasn't painful either. It was a lock."Christopher, you're hurting me," I lied, just to see if he would let go.He didn't. He just looked at

  • The Mafia Virgin Captive    17

    He reached around and picked up a piece of fruit from my plate, popping it into his mouth."You are a Romano ward," he said. "And soon, the world will know that touching you is the same as touching me."He walked out of the room, leaving me alone with a table full of food I couldn't eat.I was no longer just a girl from a cafe. I was being pulled deeper and deeper into his dark world. I thought about the library, the sketch of the "little flower," and the way he held me last night.He was protecting me, but I knew his protection came with a price. I just didn't know yet if I was ready to pay it.I spent the afternoon moving my few things into his massive bedroom. It felt wrong to put my simple clothes next to his expensive suits. Every time I saw his bed, I remembered that I was supposed to sleep there now.As the sun began to set, Sean came to the door."Miss, Sir is going out," he said. "He says you are to come with him.""Where?" I asked."To a meeting," Sean said. "Wear something

  • The Mafia Virgin Captive    13

    Christopher’s Point of ViewI walked out of her room, but I couldn’t walk out of what she said.Those words were stuck in my head like a sharp blade.I’m a virgin.I stopped halfway down the hallway, breathing hard. My chest was tight. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to think straight, but my

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  • The Mafia Virgin Captive    10

    Rosalina's Point of viewThe room was silent for a few seconds after Christopher's words.My heart still beat fast as my hands shaked at my sides. I could feel his breath close to my ear when suddenly....BANG!The door burst open."Boss!"The loud shout made me jump. Christopher turned at once, hi

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  • The Mafia Virgin Captive    11

    Christopher’s Point of ViewThe night was cold, but my blood was hot.Marcus. The name kept ringing in my head as the car drove through the dark streets.I sat in the back seat, my eyes on the road ahead. No one in the car spoke. They knew better. When I was angry, silence was safer.“Any update?”

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  • The Mafia Virgin Captive    7

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