All Chapters of Bound To A Possessive Mafia Don: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Anna tried to scream, but the hand over her mouth muffled her voice. “Don’t make a noise,” the voice said. Anna froze as the voice sank in, recognition hitting her like a jolt. Without a second thought, she drove her elbow into the attacker’s stomach, forcing a sharp grunt from his lungs. Seizing that fleeting moment of weakness, she wrenched the knife from his hand. Spinning on her heel, breath ragged and heart pounding, she lifted the knife with both hands, her knuckles whitening around the hilt. The knife’s sharp edge pointed straight at James. Anna’s eyes stayed fixed on him, steady with defiance even as traces of fear lingered inside her. “Fuck, that hurts like a bitch,” James growled, holding his stomach. “First you betray me—and now you want to kill me?” Anna said, her voice low and steady. James raised his hands. “Whoa, whoa, calm down, Anna. It’s not like that.” “I don’t care what it is. What are you doing here? And how did you get into my room?” Anna asked f

~OUTSIDE THE MANSION~ A black SUV rolled slowly up the long, gravel driveway, tires crunching under the weight of the car. It moved through the quiet night, headlights cutting through the darkness. Lucy sat stiffly in the passenger seat, eyes fixed on the gates ahead. The SUV finally stopped in front of Vincenzo’s towering mansion gates. From the middle of the gate, a red beam shot out and swept across the vehicle, verifying it before the gates creaked open, metal scraping softly against the hinges. The SUV drove through, its headlights cutting a path along the driveway toward the mansion. Once it reached the front entrance, the vehicle came to a smooth stop. Lucy then opened the door and stepped out, the heels of her shoes clicking sharply against the driveway. She paused for a moment, taking in her surroundings before straightening her dress and brushing off the faint specks of dust clinging to her clothes. “Of all days…” Lucy muttered under her breath, her voice tight with i

Anna froze the moment Vincenzo’s lips pressed against hers. She could neither move nor push him away. Her heart continued to race, and for a moment she stayed stiff, then slowly gave in, letting him explore her mouth as she kissed him back. Their kiss was sloppy at first, hesitant and awkward, but Vincenzo soon deepened it, pressing closer and taking control as they kissed each other more intensely. After a few seconds, Vincenzo pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto Anna’s as if searching for something. Then he leaned in again, about to kiss her once more, when his body suddenly collapsed onto hers. His weight pressed down heavily, making it hard for her to breathe. Vincenzo’s sudden movement made Anna freeze, her breaths coming in rapid, shallow bursts. She tried to steady herself, her mind struggling to process what had just happened. “Ugh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Anna groaned as she tried to push him off, but he didn’t move. She pushed him harder, still no

Frozen in place, Anna felt shock grip her entire body. Her heart pounded as she slowly lifted her head and saw Vincenzo standing in the doorway, his face cold and unreadable. “I said, what are you doing here?” Vincenzo asked again, his tone cold. “Um—I—I came…” Anna stuttered, struggling to find the right words. “Speak up!” Vincenzo growled. “I—I came to clean,” Anna said, her voice trembling. “Clean?” Vincenzo asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yes, I noticed your office was a bit dirty and dusty the last time I came, so I thought I should clean it,” Anna explained quickly. Vincenzo stared at her for a moment. Anna immediately pulled a small rag from her apron pocket and began wiping the surface of his desk, brushing off the dust, trying to make it look like she was genuinely cleaning. “How did you get in?” Vincenzo asked, his eyes narrowing. Anna paused for a moment, her eyes widening in shock at Vincenzo’s question. “I—I…” she stammered, unsure what to say. “I gave her

There was a brief pause over the phone before James finally spoke. “I’m glad you’ve made up your mind, Anna,” he said. “What do I need to do?” Anna asked, her voice low and tense. “I will meet you in your room tomorrow night, so we—” James began. “No, not my room. It’s too risky,” Anna interrupted. “Let’s meet in the back courtyard. No guards are usually stationed there, and it’s dark, so it will be perfect,” Anna continued. “Alright, we will meet there tomorrow at midnight,” James agreed. Anna ended the call and carefully placed the burner phone back in the drawer, closing it securely. She sank onto her bed and let out a long, weary sigh. “I just hope this works out,” she whispered, her voice barely audible as worry weighed on her. After a few moments, she went through her usual night routine, moving quietly and carefully as her mind remained elsewhere. Once finished, she slipped under the covers, her thoughts racing with every possible outcome and what the day ahead