Trapped with the Mafia Boss

ELENA'S POV The scent of whiskey and cigar smoke clung to the air, thick and suffocating. My father’s trembling hands gripped my arm too tightly as he led me through the grand double doors of the De Luca estate. The mansion loomed ahead, its cold marble floors gleaming under the chandeliers, its towering walls a gilded cage I was being delivered into.I had known this day would come, but the finality of it settled into my bones like ice.The man waiting for me at the end of the long hall sat in a high-backed chair, one hand lazily resting on the armrest, the other swirling a glass of dark liquor. He did not rise when we entered. He didn’t have to. Power clung to him effortlessly, as natural as breathing.Alessandro De Luca.His name alone sent shivers down the spines of men who thought themselves untouchable. Ruthless, calculating, and feared. My father’s last bargaining chip in a debt he could never repay. And now, I was the payment."Mr. De Luca," my father stammered, squeezing my

Elena Pov A hand clamped over my mouth, stifling my gasp. My body went rigid, every muscle locking in place as a voice whispered against my ear. "You're making a mistake." I struggled, my instincts screaming at me to fight, to run, but the grip on me tightened. The stranger’s scent was unfamiliar—clean, sharp, nothing like Alessandro’s cologne. My pulse thundered in my ears. Who was he? Was this my ally? Or had Alessandro discovered my plan before I even had the chance to act? "Don’t scream," the voice warned, his breath warm against my skin. "I'm not here to hurt you." I stilled, barely breathing. Slowly, the hand loosened, then disappeared altogether. I spun, stepping back to put distance between us. A man stood before me, shrouded in darkness. He wore all black, his face partially concealed by shadows. His stance was poised, controlled. I swallowed hard. "Who are you?" "You don’t need my name," he murmured. "Just know that I was sent to get you out." My heart slammed ag

Elena Pov The silence was the worst part. Not the darkness. Not the cold. Not even the fact that Alessandro had locked me away like some disobedient pet. It was the silence—thick, suffocating, absolute. I had no idea how long I had been here. Minutes? Hours? Days? The walls were stark white, but the absence of windows made them feel like they were closing in on me. The only furniture was a single bed and a chair pushed into the corner. No mirrors. No sharp objects. A prison, dressed up to look like a guest room. I pressed my palms against the cold door. "Let me out," I whispered, but the words barely left my lips. No answer. I swallowed hard, my mind racing. I had fought Alessandro before, and I would fight him again. He thought he could control me? Keep me caged? He was wrong. I took a deep breath, forcing my hands to stop trembling. I would find a way out. A small metallic click echoed from the other side of the door. I tensed. Footsteps. The door creaked open, and

(A Flashback into Alessandro’s Rise to Power) The Beginning of a Legacy Power is not inherited. It is taken. Alessandro De Luca had learned this lesson at a young age. Born into a family of criminals, he was not given privilege, nor was he shielded from the brutality of their world. His father, Ricardo De Luca, was once the feared leader of the De Luca crime syndicate, a man who ruled with an iron fist. But even kings fall. Alessandro was thirteen when he watched his father die. It wasn’t an honorable death. There was no last stand, no dramatic shootout—just betrayal. His own men had turned against him, selling him out to their rivals, the Moretti family. Alessandro had hidden in a back room, clutching a knife too small to make a difference as his father bled out on the marble floors of their estate. Ricardo’s final words weren’t of love or regret. "If you want to live, Alessandro… don’t ever trust anyone." That night, Alessandro learned that loyalty was a myth, family

(Elena’s POV)Alessandro thought he had won.Standing in his control room, surrounded by screens displaying every inch of his empire, I should have felt powerless. That’s what he wanted. He wanted me to understand that escape was impossible.But all I saw was an opportunity.Because now I understood exactly what I was up against.This wasn’t just a house.It was a fortress. A machine designed to keep people like me trapped.But every machine had a weakness.And I was going to find it.I turned to Alessandro, schooling my expression into something unreadable. He was watching me carefully, waiting for my reaction."Impressive," I said finally, keeping my voice even.His lips curled, just slightly. "I know."Cocky bastard.I crossed my arms, feigning boredom. "So this is it? Your great secret? You sit in here, watching people like a god looking down from the heavens?"Alessandro’s amusement didn’t falter. "Do you know the difference between a king and a soldier, Elena?"I didn’t answer.