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Penulis: Funmilayo
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Mario's POV

What the hell was the mayor of San Diego doing in one of Kosta’s warehouse?

That question wouldn’t stop screaming in my head. I sat there, slouched deep into the plane seat, arms crossed, eyes wide open but not really seeing anything. My brain was running miles I couldn’t catch up with.

Of all people… A whole Mayor?

It made sense now, though. Or at least it explained something. The way Kosta always seemed untouchable. How his name would come up in case files and then vanish. Witnesses gone. Footage lost. Charges dropped like leaves in fall. The system didn’t just fail, someone was helping it look away.

And if the damn mayor was involved?

No wonder.

The mayor of San Diego had always rubbed me the wrong way. Flashy guy. Always in a crisp suit that screamed, I care about my image more than my people.

He talked too fast, smiled too wide, and never gave a straight answer. The kind of man that could shake your hand and stab you in the back all in the same breath, then blame it
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  • Trapped by the Mafia Boss    Don't ruin this.

    Mario’s POVThe plane touched down with a dull thud, and the moment we stepped out, the flashing lights started.Cameras. Reporters. Questions flying at us like painful darts—“Where have you been?” “Is it true about Kosta?” “Are you back together?”We kept our heads down and pushed through, ignoring them all until we made it to the black SUV waiting at the curb. The driver pulled the door open, and once we were both inside, he sped off without a word.Sylvia let out a long breath, slumping back into the seat. “To our new apartment?”I glanced at her. “You sure you don’t want to go somewhere else for now?”She shook her head with a small smile. “No. I’ve been dreaming about my bookshelves. You know it was right before the last IKEA run that I got kidnapped? Like, I was legit on my second trip there that day.”I blinked. “You’re talking about your kidnapping like you misplaced your keys.”She shrugged. “Trauma with a side of home decor, sue me.”I huffed out a laugh. “What was left to d

  • Trapped by the Mafia Boss    Easy

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  • Trapped by the Mafia Boss    Making sense

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  • Trapped by the Mafia Boss    War

    SYLVIA'S POVTears burned in my eyes as I crouched in front of Mario. He looked nothing like himself. His shoulders were slumped, eyes dull, like the fire in him had been crushed. My chest ached just looking at him.“What did they do to you…” I choked, barely managing the words.I stood up slowly, turning to face Detective Lane and Harris. Lane stood there like a statue, stone-faced, like he hadn’t just torn my world apart. Harris couldn’t even meet my eyes.“You have till 5 p.m. to release my husband,” I said, voice shaking, but loud enough for it to echo down the hall. “Or you’ll be hearing what the general public thinks of this inhuman, illegal kidnapping you just pulled.”My lip curled in disgust. “I fucking trusted you.”I let out a sharp breath through my teeth, looked back at Mario one last time, and whispered, “I love you,” before I turned on my heel and stormed off.“Sylvia... wait!” Harris called after me.I didn’t stop.“Sylvia, please... just listen—”His footsteps picked

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