Owned by the Mafia Boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

"The Party"ElisaThe Romano estate was a palace built in blood, from the balcony of my temporary prison, because that’s what this room truly was. I could see the sprawling gardens, the marble fountains, the massive iron gates that kept people out, Or in.I wasn’t naïve enough to believe I was anything but a prisoner.It had been weeks since Antonio dragged me into this world, forcing me to fight, to adapt. My body ached from the brutal training I have been doing with Matteo, but my mind churned with something worse, uncertainty.I had lived my life with one purpose, serve the Bianchi family, kill for them, and die for them.And now, that Pietro is dead, betraying me, and Leaving me at the mercy of a man who had every reason to put a bullet in my skull, but instead had chosen something far worse, keeping me alive. I didn't know how to move forward.A knock sounded at the door pulling me from my thoughts, There was no key in the room to lock it, that alone was a message, they knew I ha

Orders and ObedienceElisaThe house still stank of smoke, spilled liquor, and perfume from the party. Staff hustled through the halls, collecting broken glass and dragging trash bags outside, they were moving really fast.The party was over, but the damage it had done to me wasn’t something they could sweep away. I'd spent hours being paraded around like I was a prize they didn't know whether to claim or break.When Marcello found me, I was still burning with the aftertaste of the event. "Antonio wants you," he said, voice short, already turning away. I wiped the sweat from my face with the hem of my shirt and followed. The estate was quieter now, but no less heavy, cold marble floors stretched in front of me. Oil paintings stared down from high ceiling, clean, rich, suffocating. I hated every step. Antonio was at his desk, sleeves rolled up, a mess of papers spread out in front of him. He looked up the second I entered, his stare pinning me in place. "You behaved at the party

The Friendly ManElisaThe days at the estate had fallen into a hard, steady rhythm of brutal training, quiet meals, restless nights. But beneath the surface, the tension remained like a coiled serpent waiting to strike.It was better than I’d expected, it was not freedom, but it wasn't the hell I had prepared myself for, when I was first taken captive.After another exhausting sparring session with Matteo, I decided to take a few minutes to breathe fresh air alone in the courtyard. The Sicilian sun was bright and sharp against the stone pillars, heating the air til it shimmered. I was so distracted that I didn’t hear the footsteps until the man was almost on me.“Hi Elisa! There you are.”I turned sharply, on guard, a strange man was approaching, smiling like we were old friends, his suit was sharp, open-collared, and casual. His whole presence was relaxed, too relaxed for a place like this, it was strange.“Hope I’m not interrupting,” he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as

"Out in the Field"ElisaThe drive out to Palermo was long enough for doubt to settle in my bones. Matteo sat behind the wheel, a steady hand on the controls, his gaze fixed on the darkened road ahead.Neither of us spoke much, we didn’t need to. The weight of what we were walking into hung heavy between us.Antonio had been clear, the meeting at the old warehouse was arranged between one of his captains and a mid-level informant connected to the drug routes that belonged to one of his rivals, the Ricci family.It was a simple mission, we didn't need to establish contact or engagement, we were just eyes and ears. We were to verify the informant’s identity and loyalty without being seen.But "simple" in this world usually meant someone was lying.I shifted in my seat, adjusting the knife strapped against my thigh, that I was giving solely for this mission, the cold press of steel was oddly reassuring. Matteo caught the movement from the corner of his eye and smirked."You're wound up

"Out of the Dark"ElisaBy the time I walked back to my room, exhaustion had sank into my bones like a dead weight. The adrenaline from the ambush had long since wore off, leaving only the bitter aftertaste of what happened. It was a setup, it seems someone had wanted us dead. I pushed the door shut behind me and leaned against it for a moment, the silence pressing in. My body was intact, no cuts, no broken bones but my mind wouldn't stop spinning. Every step outside these walls felt like walking blind through a field of knives.Matteo had been lucky, he had just a graze from the fight, but the thought didn't comfort me, luck usually ran out.I crossed the room slowly, glancing around. The space was larger than the cold cell I'd stayed in before, but it still felt like it wasn't truly mine. The walls were too clean, the windows too high, and the books stacked neatly on the shelves seemed chosen to make the room appear welcoming, not because anyone thought I would really read anythin