All Chapters of Trapped by the Mafia Boss : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sylvia's POV I was in flight mode, crawling away, half-running, half-clawing on the floor as the sharp whip of leather cracked against my back. The pain stung deep, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t dare stop. My hands caught on the edge of the coffee table as I stumbled forward, nearly knocking over a lamp in my rush. My stepbrother was right behind me, his footsteps pounding against the wooden floors, his breath heavy with rage and alcohol.I darted into the kitchen, slamming the door shut and locking it just as he reached it. The knob rattled violently. Then came the pounding.“Sylvia! Open this goddamn door!” His voice was a raw snarl, filled with something dark and ugly. “You think you can fucking run from me? You think locking a damn door will stop me? Did it ever stop me?”I squeezed my eyes shut, my body trembling as I pressed myself against the counter. My chest was heaving, lungs working double just to keep me from passing out. My hands fumbled for my phone in my pocket, and the

SYLVIA’S POVI woke up screaming.My body twisted in the sheets, my nails clawing at the fabric as I tried to get away from the hands I could feel gripping me, words ringing in my ears, the sharp snap of a belt hitting me. My breath came fast like I was drowning."Sylvia, nobody's hurting you. Wake up."The voice was distant, muffled beneath the panic roaring in my head. It didn’t matter. I wasn’t here, I was back there, trapped in a memory I couldn’t escape.A face flashed before me, smug and cruel. My stepbrother. He was standing there, belt in hand, grinning.I fought. I kicked, scratched, lashed out with everything I had."Sylvia, fucking hell!"The sharp curse was what finally pulled me out. My eyes flew open.I was in Mario’s room.And Mario was in front of me, blood seeping between his fingers as he clutched his face.Oh, God.I stared at him, my chest rising and falling too fast, my heart still hammering like it hadn’t caught up to reality yet.I did that.“I... I’m sorry,” I

Sylvia's POV When I woke up later that evening, my mouth was dry, my head pounding like a drum and that’s when I saw him.Jonas.He was sitting on the sofa, watching me, arms crossed. On the nightstand, a bottle of water and aspirin sat waiting.Without a word, I reached for them, swallowing the pills with a grimace. My head still felt like it was floating, but at least the room wasn’t spinning anymore."Hopefully, you remember calling me here," Jonas said dryly.I let out a weak chuckle. "Did you leave midway? I think I heard the gate open."He nodded, stretching his legs out. "Went out to get you food. Figured you’d wake up miserable." He gestured toward the bag at his feet.A small, grateful smile tugged at my lips. "Thanks," I murmured, reaching for it.We sat in silence as I ate, until Jonas spoke."I don’t know why you called me here," he started, "And honestly you're trouble, I’m starting to regret ever talking to you in that club."I glanced up at him, raising a brow, but he

Sylvia’s POVI felt Mario stiffen behind me the minute I said the words I had held in for thirteen years. His breath hitched, his arm around me going tense, but he didn’t speak. He had promised to listen, and for once, I hoped he would keep that promise.I stared at the wall, my fingers clutching the blanket as the memories I had buried so deep began to surface.***I was ten."Mom," I whispered, standing at the kitchen doorway. My hands were trembling, the hem of my nightgown clenched between my fingers. "He... he touched me."She was cooking, the smell of fried onions and tomatoes filling the air. She didn’t turn around."Touched you?" she asked, her voice distracted, like I had told her I lost a toy, not my innocence.I nodded, tears spilling down my cheeks. "He came into my room last night. He—" My throat closed up, and I couldn't get the words out.She sighed, turning to face me, her expression unreadable. She looked at my tear-streaked face, the way my hands shook, and for a sec

Mario's POVI sat in my office, the screen of my laptop lit up. Sylvia’s image flickered in front of me, moving through her new apartment, completely unaware that I was watching. I told myself I wouldn’t do this. I promised I would only check if it was necessary. But here I was, breaking my own rules.I should close it. I should stop. But I didn’t.She moved with ease, her body relaxed, her lips curved into a smile as she spoke to Isabel. They laughed, the sound lost to me, but I could see it in the way her shoulders shook. Then she grabbed Isabel’s hand and led her to the bedroom, the one room without a camera. My jaw clenched.The screen now showed nothing but the empty living room, but my mind filled in the blanks. What were they doing? Talking? Changing? My hands curled into fists on my desk. I shouldn’t care this much. I shouldn’t be thinking about this at all.Minutes passed, and then she reappeared. Laughing. Her cheeks flushed, her hair slightly messy. Something in my chest ti