All Chapters of Trapped by the Mafia Boss : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Content Warning:This chapter contains mature themes, including psychological, physical, emotional, and sexual abuse, captivity, violence, and non-consensual situations. It is intended for readers aged 18 and above. If you find these topics distressing, please consider your comfort and skip this chapter.SYLVIA'S POVThe room was cold and I couldn't stop from shaking. I was now chained to a bed, my hands shackled with my legs spread, restrained, humiliated. There was no escaping. My chest was bare, angry red marks crossing my skin.My wrists throbbed from where I’d fought the chains earlier, tugging and twisting until the metal bit into flesh. But I’d stopped hours ago. Or maybe minutes. I'd lost all concept of time in this place. I lay still now, defeated, the fight wrung out of me.Tears had dried in uneven streaks down my cheeks. My hair clung to my face in limp, sticky strands. I couldn’t remember the last time I blinked without pain, or the last breath that didn’t feel like it sc

Sylvia's POV The rough hands grabbed me without mercy, yanking the bag tighter over my head. I couldn’t see anything, just darkness pressing in, muffling the world. I fought to breathe steady, heart hammering like a trapped animal.I was shoved forward, my feet stumbling on the cold floor as they hauled me out of the room. Their heavy boots clanged around me, and the sharp smell of sweat and cheap cologne stung my nostrils. Rough voices barked orders, grunting as they lifted me, slamming me into the backseat of a car. The door slammed shut with a loud thud.The engine roared to life. The vehicle lurched forward, tires crunching on gravel. My body bounced against the seatbelt, every jolt bringing a fresh wave of pain and panic. The road beneath us went from smooth pavement to a rough, uneven trail, the car jerking and rattling like it was driving over untarred road.The men muttered between themselves, their voices low but filled with menace.“Should we wash her down in bleach? Get ri

SYLVIA'S POV The moment I stepped outside the hospital with Darren’s arm still loosely around my shoulders, I realized how quiet the city felt. Almost too quiet. Like something big had already happened and the world was holding its breath.We walked toward a black unmarked sedan parked by the curb. Darren opened the door for me with a gentleman’s flair that felt out of place, but I climbed in, silently praying I wasn’t stepping into another trap. He rounded the car and got into the driver’s seat, the engine purring to life smoothly.The silence between us stretched.“So…” I started cautiously. “Mario really sent you?”He didn’t look at me right away, just focused on the road as he pulled into traffic. “Yes. He’s worried about you, but things are a little complicated right now. He couldn’t come himself.”That should’ve comforted me. But it didn’t.“Complicated?” I echoed, folding my arms. “You mean like how I nearly drowned and he didn’t show up at the hospital? Or how the police trie

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

Mario’s POVI held her close, careful not to jostle her too much as I carried her to the bedroom on the plane. When I finally put her down on the bed, I grabbed some wipes and gently cleaned the dirt and sweat off her skin. She barely moved, just too tired to care. I slipped one of my shirts over her, something loose and soft, and tucked her in.After that, I didn’t linger. I stepped out and closed the door quietly behind me, not wanting to wake her.Back in my seat, I started picking up the clothes scattered around the floor. The mess was everywhere, reminders of how crazy our love making was. I folded them as best I could, trying to make some order out of the chaos. Then I pulled out my phone and laptop, fingers moving fast as I sent a message to Darren.I might be heading back to New York, but this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. Kosta still needed to pay for what he did to Sylvia. And I had to find a way out of this mafia ring I was in.Darren and I had been able to plant chips i