Todos os capítulos de TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Alejandro’s PovEating is done, and the basket is discarded to the side, leaving enough space for Mariana and I to share in each other’s warmth.We’re lying beside each other, finger interlocked, our gazes faced towards the sky. We revel in the silence, feel the depth of our connection without actually speaking.And it surprises me how Mariana is so receptive to this newness, to this softness.The intensity of her beauty, the authority in her words, and even her gracefulness will have anyone who doesn’t truly know her believing that she’s such a tough woman who has no emotions.Lies.She’s just as soft hearted, and she craves gentility.The night is still, the sound of the waves the only thing breaking the quiet. I’m staring up at the sky again, but I can’t help it—my mind keeps drifting back to her.What does she feel about me? What does she feel now that we have our finger locked, and our eyes faced towards the same direction?I roll onto my side, propping myself up on my elbow so I

Mariana’s PovDay three on the Island.I know, I skipped day two. But honestly, nothing much was done. Day one was packed with so many intense activities that I could barely use my limbs by the second day. So, I laid in bed all day with Alejandro. We did nothing but lie in silence and listen to each other’s breaths for hours on end.That was enough.And that brings us to the third day, today. I really can’t say for sure what I did during the day, but it’s already thick into the night, and we’re outside—Alejandro, his men, and myself.A bonfire party.The bonfire snaps and crackles, sending sparks into the night sky. Around it, Alejandro’s men sit on makeshift seats, laughing and drinking as if the weight of their lives isn’t hanging over them. The flames cast long shadows across their faces, softening some, sharpening others. I sit off to the side, my arms wrapped around my knees, watching but not really seeing. The heat from the fire reaches me, but it doesn’t chase away the chill

Mariana’s Pov“I killed my mother,” he stutters, his voice barely audible, yet it feels like a scream in the quiet room. My breath seizes for a fleeting moment, the air between us turning cold. I blink, my breath catching as the words settle like lead in my chest. "You. . .what?" I whisper, unsure if I’ve heard him right. His head drops, his hands falling from mine as he steps back, his shoulders slumping under the invisible burden he carries. "I killed her," he repeats, his voice cracking, raw and stripped of all pretense. "Not directly. Not with my hands, but it was me. It was because of me. And I’ve been paying for it every second since." I stand frozen, the ground beneath me feeling unsteady, as if his confession has shaken the very foundation of reality. My hands hang at my sides, itching to reach for him, to pull him back to me, but something in his posture—his self-inflicted isolation—holds me back. “She. . .she tried to protect me,” he continues, his voice distant, a

Mariana’s PovThe cold rush of air makes me shiver, makes my skin crawl. I suddenly forget the pleasure Alejandro’s words, and finger, and mouth made me feel some moments ago. I’m frozen in place, staring at the man on the threshold. Radimir. My husband. His face is calm, but his eyes gleam with something dark. “I’ve missed you, dearest wife.”My knees weaken. I feel Alejandro rise behind me, but not close enough. Yet, I can hear the screaming of his heart, the wildness of his heart. I can’t move. . . Why can’t I move?Radimir steps forward, his boots heavy against the wooden floor. His hand shoots up, I flinch. His smile widens as the hand rests gently on my face.“It was a hassle without you, my love,” he says softly. Too softly. I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. My chest tightens. “Aren’t you happy to see me, my love?” Radimr speaks again. God he’s closer, he’s too close. Bile rushes to my throat. I swallow it down.I remain silent, my breath hitched. And then he smile

Mariana’s Pov “No!” Alejandro surges forward, but the sound of another gunshot echoes.And this time, it’s not aimed at me. Alejandro collapses back, clutching his side, blood spreading rapidly across his shirt. Radimr steps back, breathing hard, his chest heaving as he swings the gun between us. “Let’s see how far your love gets you now,” he sneers. Alejandro’s pained gasp is barely audible as he meets my eyes. “Stay with me, mi alma. No matter what he does, stay with me.” My vision blurs with tears, but I nod, trembling. “Always,” I whisper, though the word is choked with fear. And then a blindfold go over my eyes.. . .The waves tumble us from side to side. That’s how I know we’re on a boat. Firm arms yank me, pushing me around until my back collides with a wall.I gasp, moving my head from side to side, urging my senses to awaken.“Radimr. . .” I whisper, but I don’t get a response.“What is going on?” Rough hands ravage my thighs and I shift, pushing my back further in