Semua Bab Bound by His Desire: The Mafia King’s Mistress & Secret Heir: Bab 11 - Bab 20

The drive back to Draco was tense.Elena sat in the passenger seat of Nico’s sleek black car, hands clenched in her lap. Rain streaked across the windshield, blurring the city beyond. The silence between them was thick, filled with things neither dared to say.Nico had barely spoken since they left the safe house. His grip on the wheel was firm, his expression unreadable.“You don’t have to do this,” Elena finally said, breaking the quiet.Nico scoffed. “You think I’d let you walk into Moretti’s arms without a fight?”She turned to him, searching his face. “This isn’t about Damien.”“No,” he admitted. “It’s about you.”Elena exhaled, looking away. The lights of the city flickered through the rain, casting shadows across the dashboard.For all her resistance, she was still caught in this world. A world ruled by men who played games with blood and power.But there was no game when it came to Draco.As soon as they pulled up to her brownstone, Elena was already unbuckling her seatbelt.“

Nico Castellano had been tracking Elena’s phone since the moment she left.His black SUV sped through the city streets, his grip tightening on the wheel when the signal finally stopped moving.Something was wrong.He pulled up to the restaurant’s back alley, heart hammering as his headlights illuminated the carnage. Lorenzo’s abandoned car was still running, doors flung open. A dead body slumped over the steering wheel.Blood splattered across the pavement.But Elena was gone.Nico’s breath came fast and sharp as he stepped out of the SUV, gun drawn.Shit.He had been too late.With gritted teeth, he pulled out his phone and dialed.The call connected on the first ring.Damien.“She’s gone,” Nico said, voice grim. “Lorenzo has her.”---Lorenzo’s phone buzzed on the dashboard.One glance at the screen and his jaw tightened.He handed it to her. “Answer it.”Elena hesitated before pressing the button.A voice sliced through the silence.“Where the hell is she?”Elena’s breath caught.D

Elena stirred slowly, her body still tangled in the lingering warmth of Damien’s sheets. For a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to exist in the illusion—wrapped in the scent of him, her skin still humming from the night before.The quiet before the storm.But reality crashed back in.Draco. The danger. The impossible situation she was trapped in.Her eyes fluttered open, and she turned her head slightly. Damien lay beside her, his bare chest rising and falling in steady breaths, his features relaxed in a way they never were when he was awake.She had seen him like this once before—before everything had shattered between them. Before betrayals and bloodshed. Before she had run.Her heart clenched.This wasn’t real.It couldn’t be.Carefully, she started to move, untangling herself from the sheets and from him. But the moment she shifted—Damien’s arm tightened around her waist.“Leaving already?” His voice was rough with sleep, his grip possessive even in half-consciousness.Elena

The estate was in chaos.Damien’s men moved in a frenzied blur, their voices sharp with urgency as they barked orders into phones and scanned through security footage. The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on, swirling with a volatile mix of panic and rage. The dim glow of overhead lights cast long, restless shadows against the walls, amplifying the sense of impending disaster.Elena stood at the center of it all, frozen for a mere second—just a heartbeat—before her mind caught up with the nightmare unraveling before her. Then fear turned to action, to rage, to desperation.Mrs. Fletcher lay on the couch, her frail form barely propped up by the cushions. A deep gash marred her forehead, a crimson trail streaking down her temple. One of the medics worked swiftly, dabbing antiseptic over her wound, but her trembling hands grasped at Elena’s wrist with startling strength."He was crying for you, Elena," she whispered, her voice frail yet heavy with emotion. "I tried—I fought t

The convoy sped down an empty road, headlights slicing through the dense night. The tension inside the car was suffocating, pressing in on Elena like an invisible force. She cradled Draco in the backseat, feeling the soft rise and fall of his breath against her chest, a small comfort amid the chaos.Damien gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity, his jaw locked as he maneuvered the vehicle with ruthless efficiency. His focus remained on the road, but she could sense the storm brewing beneath his carefully restrained exterior. Behind them, Nico and Lorenzo followed closely in separate vehicles, their presence an unspoken reminder that this battle was far from over.The journey felt endless, the weight of everything they had endured settling heavily between them. When the car finally slowed, Elena lifted her gaze, taking in the secluded location before them. A towering estate stood in the moonlight, nestled deep within the countryside, its high fences and dense tree lin