All Chapters of Bound To A Possessive Mafia Don: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“You heard me. The Boss wants you moved to the his quarters,” the maid said again. Anna sat up slowly, confused and still dazed. “Why?” The maid shrugged. “He didn’t say. Just told me to tell you to move to his quarters.” Anna climbed down from the bed, her arms sore and her legs heavy with exhaustion. She rubbed her face, trying to stay awake. “Where is that?” “Follow me,” the maid said, already turning toward the door with steady, practiced steps, not waiting to see if Anna was behind her. “Let me take a quick shower first,” Anna said, her voice low, eyes still heavy with sleep. The maid turned back and gave Anna a small nod. “Alright. I’ll wait for you outside.” Without another word, she stepped out and gently closed the door behind her. Anna let out a soft sigh and moved toward the bathroom. She pulled off her clothes, slipped into a bathrobe, and stepped into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and let the steady stream run over her for a few minutes, hoping it

Anna froze, her heart pounding. The air grew heavy, thick with tension. She didn’t dare look up, but she could feel Vincenzo’s stare burning into her. Her entire body trembled now, her breath coming in shallow gasps. For a long moment, no one moved. Then, slowly, Vincenzo leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. The silence stretched, suffocating. Anna didn’t know if she should apologize, pick up the mess, or run. All she knew was that she had made a mistake and Vincenzo had seen it all. The air in the dining room was so still that Anna could hear the faint hum of the chandelier’s bulbs. Vincenzo’s sharp, cold, and entirely unforgiving eyes pinned her where she stood. There was no confusion in that gaze, no question, only silent accusation. It was not a simple look. It was the kind of stare that made her feel as though her skin could be stripped from her bones. Vincenzo’s jaw tightened, his nostrils flared ever so slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched as t

The guard guided Anna down the long hallway and then carefully down the stairs, each step deliberate and quiet. At the bottom, he turned to the right, leading her along a dim lit corridor. Their footsteps echoed against the polished floor, magnifying the sound of her own uneven breathing. Anna’s stomach churned, and her hands trembled as she followed the guard, her eyes darting to the shadows along the walls. The corridor seemed endless, every step slower than the last, each one bringing her closer to Vincenzo. When they reached a large black door, the guard paused. He didn’t speak, just gave Anna a slight nod, his hand pressing against the back of her shoulder to urge her forward. Anna’s legs felt like lead as she approached. The door loomed ahead, heavy and intimidating, a barrier between her and the man who now ruled her world. The guard opened the door silently, and Anna’s breath caught as she stepped inside, freezing at the entrance. Before her stretched an enormous offi

Anna froze, staring at James. “How did you…? Why…? What are you doing here?” Her voice trembled, a mixture of shock and disbelief. “I missed you,” James said, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around Anna. Immediately, James’s arms wrapped around Anna. She shoved him hard. “Get the fuck off me, you monster!” she spat, her chest heaving. “I’m not falling for your stupid, sick games again.” James raised his hands in surrender. “Relax,” he said softly. Anna opened her mouth, ready to speak again, but a sharp whistle from a guard coming toward them cut through the tension. James’s eyes flicked toward the sound, spotting the guard approaching. “Shh,” he whispered, gently grabbing Anna’s hand. “Come on.” Before she could resist, he guided her through the courtyard of the mansion, keeping her out of sight. When they reached a secluded corner at the back of the mansion, Anna yanked her hand free immediately. “I don’t know what you want from me, James,” Anna said, her voice co

Anna stirred awake at the sound of voices nearby. One was low and steady, belonging to Martha, and the other was an unfamiliar male voice, brisk yet calm. Forcing her eyes open, she was met with a harsh brightness that made her vision blur before shapes slowly sharpened into focus. Anna turned her head slightly, taking in her surroundings. She was back in her own room. A thin tube trailed from the back of her hand to the drip hanging beside the bed. Her body felt unbearably heavy, as though even the smallest movement drained her strength. Martha’s eyes darted to Anna at once, and the sternness in her face eased into visible relief. “Doctor, she’s awake,” Martha said quickly. Both Martha and the doctor moved to Anna’s side. The doctor leaned in, his stethoscope cold against Anna’s chest as he checked her heartbeat. He studied her pupils with a small light, then glanced at the drip to make sure it was flowing properly. “Don’t worry, Miss Hawkins,” the doctor said to Anna in a