All Chapters of OWNED BY THE MAFIA BOSS : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"The Rival In the House"ElisaThe room felt too quiet, despite the comfort of the thick blankets and the soft pillows, sleep wouldn’t come. Antonio’s visit earlier was still on my mind, heavy like a weight I couldn’t shake off. His gaze, was really intense and they affected me in ways I refuse to admit,something wasn’t right about some of his questions, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. I had to clear my mind, before I went crazy, I decided to leave the room and wander around the house.The halls were wide and quiet, the house was old, full of history, and every step I took felt like I was walking through memories. The silence made me uneasy, I needed to keep moving. Turning a corner, I caught sight of a woman talking to one of the housekeepers in the hallway. She was tall, with dark hair, her appearance calm, yet she carried herself with a certain sharpness. There was something about her that stood out, even among all the other people in this house.When the housekeeper left,

"The Courtyard of Shadows"ElisaThe Romano estate was bigger than I’d imagined, not just large it was sprawling, ancient and proud. The kind of place that had weathered wars, and the slow rot of time without even changing.Today, for the first time since I'd arrived, Bianca and Ricky were showing me more of it, or maybe testing how much I could be trusted, I couldn't say.Bianca led the way, her steps confident and her laughter bright as it echoed off the stone corridors. Ricky trailed behind us like a silent shadow, arms folded, eyes always alert. "This wing was renovated a few years ago," Bianca said, pushing open a tall set of wooden doors. Inside was a long hallway lined with the portraits of stern men and elegant women gazing down from their frames."Family?" I asked, my voice low.Bianca nodded, "Every boss, theirs wives, every major figure in our history is here, My father’s portrait is at the end." There was a softness in her tone when she mentioned her father, almost revere

"Predators at the Table" ElisaThe clink of silverwares and the low murmur of conversation filled the Romano dining room. Candlelight gleamed off the long polished table, throwing soft shadows on the faces gathered around it. I sat to Antonio’s right, a place that hadn’t gone unnoticed. Antonio rested his hand lightly on the table, his sharp gaze surveying the room. Then, casually, like a king calling court to order, he leaned back and spoke.“Marcello, Ricky, I need updates.” Conversations hushed, the shift was subtle but immediate.Marcello cleared his throat, always the quiet and mysterious man, he straightened in his chair. “We’ve finished vetting the new recruits from Albania, boss. Twenty-five of them were brought in, ten passed Matteo’s screenings, Strong men ready to show their loyalty, and they all had clean records internally.”Antonio gave a slight nod, “I see, time will tell. What about those due for promotions?”“We’ve recommended three of our mid level soilders for c

“What’s Mine”AntonioThe smiles and laughter of the dinner guests had finally faded, leaving behind a heavy silence in the grand dining room. Elisa had sat beside me, her composure unwavering despite the subtle pallor that had begun to creep into her complexion towards the end of the meal. I had noticed, I noticed everything about her.I watched as Elisa rose from the table, the subtle unsteadiness in her step was not lost on me. There was something off about the way she steadied herself against the back of the chair. It wasn’t a stumble, but it wasn’t right, either, there was carefulness to her movement.I didn’t stop her, though. I watched, letting the feeling settle in my gut, something about her had changed.Georgia’s clumsy attempt at asserting dominance all evening had been irritating, her laugh right now sounded too sharp, a brittle burst that cut through the skin. She lifted her wine glass, swirling the last of it like she was savoring a victory no one else had noticed.The

"The Unmasking"AntonioGeorgia’s eyes met Dario’s across the table, her fingers tapped the crystal stem of her wine glass, slow and deliberate, an act I was now sure was a signal. Then came the coaxing, her voice wasn’t recorded, but I remembered her leaning toward Elisa, pressing her to have a drink.And then that glimmer of satisfaction as the glass reached Elisa’s lips, I had thought nothing of it at the time, my mistake almost costing Elisa that night.I didn’t blink as the footage ran again, I sat still, elbows on the desk, hands folded. The silence of my office rang louder than any explosion.Betrayal didn’t surprise me, but this? Under my roof, at my table of all places, and from her. This wasn’t just treachery. It was a recklessness and sloppiness beneath the standards I’d built my empire on.I leaned back in my chair and let the silence settle, my jaw locked, my body tensed. I wanted to believe it was desperation, that it wasn’t Georgia’s true nature showing, but I wasn’t