All Chapters of Trapped by the Mafia Boss : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

MARIO'S POVThe first few days after our fight... they were manageable. Uncomfortable, yes, but manageable. I was still pissed, still bitter, but I’d made peace with the fact that we needed time. And time, we had.I kept to myself mostly, gave her the cold shoulder when she tried to be close, barely answered when she asked questions, but deep down, I was trying. Slowly. Quietly. I was trying.I'd even made a plan.After Vivienne’s posthumous birthday which was also her birthday, I was going to open my heart to her again. Try, genuinely try, to let Sylvia in. We’d talk. We’d maybe start over. I didn’t know if we’d survive it, but I owed her that much.But first... I had to visit Vivienne’s grave.I sat at the breakfast table that morning, unmoving, a bunch of flower lying limp beside my untouched bacon. My head throbbed, but not from lack of sleep, from guilt. That heavy, pressing kind that sits on your chest like a demon.The truth I’d kept from Sylvia had started to eat me alive. I k

Mario's POVI didn’t go back to work.Couldn’t.The air there felt too full, like it remembered what I’d done. What I hadn’t said.So I just drove.No destination, no music. Just the quiet hum of the engine and the occasional bump in the road keeping me from falling into the kind of thoughts I wasn’t ready to confront yet.I ended up parking outside Leo’s gym. Not because I planned to. I just looked up and there it was. The old red sign flickering like always, half the letters dead, the other half working overtime.I found him inside, gloves on, sweat pouring down his back as he punished a punching bag like it owed him money.“You look like shit,” he said as soon as he saw me. No hello.“Good to see you too.”He grinned and unwrapped his hands, tossing the gloves aside. “What brings you here? Mafia drama or girl drama?”I didn’t answer, just sat on the bench and rubbed the back of my neck. He took the hint.“Alright. You need a drink.”I raised a brow. “It’s not even six yet.”He grab

Sylvia’s POVI stood in front of the office door, frozen.Mario sat behind me in the waiting area, legs spread, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor.I had on an oversized shirt that hung down to my thighs. My hair was still matted, my hands trembling.I took a deep breath.Then I opened the door.The room smelled like lavender. Clean, and calm. A woman sat at the far end of the couch, legs crossed, a gentle smile tugging at her lips.“You must be Sylvia,” she said softly, nodding toward the couch opposite her. “Only Mario could make me cancel on a patient last minute.”I gave a small nod and walked in.She studied me for a moment, not judging, just… observing. Then leaned forward a bit.“I’m Dr. Grace. You can call me Grace, if it helps. This is your space, alright? You can talk, or not talk. Cry, yell, sit in silence. Nothing here is too much.”My throat tightened. I gave a tiny nod.“Do you want to start by telling me what brought you here today?”I looked at my hands.

Sylvia’s POVI was still pressed against the wall and my legs felt like jelly. My chest was heaving, and Mario was still behind me, his breath warm on my neck, both of us basking in the silence.I didn’t know what to feel.That wasn’t just sex. It couldn’t have been. But maybe it was.I wanted to turn and look at him. Ask him if this meant anything. If I was forgiven. If we were okay. But I didn’t move. I didn’t want to ruin whatever fragile moment this was.Then he stepped back, slow and almost hesitant. His hands found my waist again, but this time they weren’t gripping, they were holding. Gently, then he lifted me carefully like I was breakable. Then he carried me to the couch and set me down, then stood back. Just staring.His hair was a mess. His chest rising and falling like he’d just run a marathon. His eyes were closed, brows pulled tight like he was fighting something inside him. Then he let out a low, strangled, “Fuck.”It was the kind of word that wasn’t just frustration. I

SYLVIA’S POVWhen I woke up, the sun had begun to set and the time read 5:29 PM. Mario was gone.His side of the bed was cold, which meant he had been gone for a long time. I sighed, sitting up, the sheets falling off my shoulder. There was a file on the bedside table and I didn’t pay much attention to it. It could’ve been a random business document he forgot to put away.Dragging my feet across the floor, I walked downstairs. The house was quiet. No scent of food, no humming, no sound of water running, nothing. Just quiet.Even worse, Mario's car wasn’t parked out front.I grabbed my phone and dialed his number, but it went straight to voicemail.Again.And again.A sick feeling started to brew in my stomach. My fingers tightened around the phone. Something didn’t feel right.Something was wrong.I went back upstairs, aimlessly and sat on the edge of the bed, my eyes falling back to that file, and I picked it up and flipped it open.The paper inside was slightly curled, like it had b