Todos los capítulos de Trapped by the Mafia Boss : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

MARIO’S POVI didn’t sleep.I didn't close my eyes for one second.I sat by the door like a dog waiting for its owner. My phone never left my hand, waiting for one of my men to call and tell me they've found her.Darren stayed quiet for most of the night, just sending occasional updates from his team: "Still checking cameras." "No pings yet." "Nothing unusual at her last location."Nothing.Absolutely nothing.Until morning.The light was just starting to sneak through the curtains when my phone buzzed.Unknown number.I snatched it up and picked the call just as quickly... “Yeah?”“It’s Leo, boss.” One of my men. Reliable. Smart. No drama.an straightened. “Talk.”“We found her,” he said. “About four hours after you left the apartment yesterday, so it's exactly around the time she disappeared.”My heart kicked hard. “Where?”“Corner of 14th and Brightview. There’s a grocery store there. One of the cameras caught her. I just sent the footage to your phone.”I didn’t wait.Opened the f

SYLVIA’S POVThey made me wear something yellow today.Said it made me look "friendly."The blouse was tight, the sleeves itched, and the buttons refused to line up right.We were outside now. Somewhere quieter. Near an old bookstore with broken windows and too many pigeons. No crowds. Just enough open space for a camera to catch the two of us walking, talking. Laughing, if I cooperated.I didn’t speak.The man beside me, James, I think he called himself... kept up the small talk like this was a Sunday date. He joked. Bragged. Asked if I’d ever been to Paris. I didn’t answer. I stared at the graffiti on the walls instead.“You’re going to need to at least pretend, sweetheart,” he said under his breath. “We’ll cut the sound anyway, but the footage matters. You looking… soft. Compliant.”I stopped walking.“Can I fix my shoe?” I asked quietly.He looked annoyed but waved me on.I bent down slowly, pretending to fix the heel of my boot, and let my hair fall over my face. Just long enough

SYLVIA’S POVI hated James now.Not the passive kind of hate that lingers in the background, simmering quietly. No, this was active. Sharp. Boiling. I hated him with the kind of intensity that made my chest tighten and my vision blur every time I replayed last night in my head.I was stupid to think he cared. To think that he was different.He hadn’t come back.I’d been awake for over two hours now. The silence in the warehouse was suffocating. And James was still nowhere to be found.Not a word. Not even a text on the stupid phone.He had just pulled his pants back on after using me like a cheap thrill, barely looking me in the eye, and walked out, leaving me there, empty, and humiliated.I'd cried, of course I had. Angry, bitter tears into the pillow as I curled up and faced the wall. Not because I liked him, but because I hated myself for being so easy. For falling for that ridiculous soft-boy act when I should’ve known better.When the door creaked open at 10:23, my heart jumped a

Sylvia’s POVThe news was the final nail in the coffin.I watched it from the cracked television at the front desk of a rundown motel. The reception reeked of smoke and stale beer, and the man behind the counter barely looked up from his phone. But me? I couldn’t look away.James had ruined my life, and now, Mario’s.He sat there on national television with his cheap suit and smug, dead eyes, telling the world I was a liar, a cheater, and that Mario was a criminal. His voice was calm, and confident as if he believed every word. Or maybe he just didn’t care.He didn’t just throw me into the fire. He ruined any hope of forgiveness Mario might’ve had for me. He made sure that even if I could prove my innocence, the world would never see me the same.And still… I knew what I had to do. I had to see Mario. I had to tell him the truth, whether he believed me or not. Maybe it wouldn’t change anything. Maybe he’d slam the door in my face. But I couldn’t go down without saying it, without at l

Mario’s POVIt took 30 minutes after my call for Darren to show up.He didn’t knock. He just barged in through my office door, strutted to the drink cabinet like he owned the place, and poured himself a glass of gin, and dropped onto the couch, eyes set on me.“She came,” I said. “Said she was trying to protect me. I don’t know… I kissed her. Moment of weakness. Don’t worry, I don’t plan on taking her back, it would ruin my reputation.” I shook my head and reached for the bottle myself.“You’re silly,” Darren said, unfazed. “You don’t plan on taking her back? I found this.”He reached into his coat and pulled out a small rolled-up piece of paper. “Second location where we caught her on footage. You were right. It’s staged.”He handed it over.I snatched it from him, unrolled it.“I didn’t choose this – S.”I stared for a second too long. Then I tossed it back at him.“It doesn’t mean anything,” I muttered. “Could be a coincidence.”“Bullshit, Mario. You know damn well it’s not. What t