All Chapters of Entangled With The Merciless Mafia Don : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ELENATHEY'RE FIVE STAGES OF GRIEF, THEY SAY—Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance.Scratch out the last part. There's no way in hell I'm accepting the murder of my brother. That's no way to honor my brother's death; revenge was. “Elena, over here!" A voice called loudly. "What are you doing? We have customers waiting over here.”I turned to my boss, biting back a response. You don't have to be so rude, sir!It's been a year since I held my brother in a pool of his own blood. I was deeply traumatized, even after I left. It broke my heart more and more every time I recalled that night.If I had listened to Marco and stayed at home, maybe he would still be alive. I moved out of our little apartment after conducting a self-arranged burial for my beloved brother. We had no friends and no relatives; it was just the two of us. Well, now it was just me.Settling into the city was difficult, as you can see, I'm still struggling to relate with people. I approached the table,

ELENAI WASN'T IN CONTROL. I lost the reins of the mad horse holding my desire the minute I looked into this man's eyes, and now it was driving me to my death. I didn’t plan on leaving with him.Hell, I didn’t even plan on talking to anyone tonight. I was supposed to have one drink, maybe two. Watch the chaos unfold from a safe distance, pretend to enjoy the music, and slip back into my old life like nothing happened.But then he showed up, and I suddenly wanted the whole narrative to change. The way he looked at me like I was some kind of mystery he wanted to unravel. Normally, that kind of attention would set off every internal alarm I had. It should’ve. But tonight, the old rules didn’t apply. Tonight, I wasn’t Elena Russo, the lady whose eternal life was hellbent on revenge. I was just Elena—the woman who hadn’t felt anything real in over a year.I thought it didn't matter, but when I looked into his eyes, I knew it did. I wanted to feel something, anything, so long as it was

ELENALOOK AWAY, ELENA!I repeated the words in my head over and over again, yet I couldn't pull my eyes away from his enchanting blue eyes.“Tell me, Elena." He began, leaning fully over the table. “Why did you leave without even the least thing as a goodbye?"I shrugged, pausing briefly to think of an answer other than ‘I regretted sleeping with you’. “What? Was I supposed to dress up in one of your oversized shirts and whip you burnt pancakes?" Avoiding the question was a better resort.“Burnt?" He choked lightly. “Are you that bad?" I scoffed, taking another long sip from my coffee. “Quite shocking, even to me. I never got the hang of it."He nodded lightly. “I can teach you."Cocking my head to the side, I raised my brows. “Oh really?"“Well, that is, if you'd take up the offer. It's free." He added.My lips curled up into a smirk. “And why would you do that?"It was his turn to shrug. “I don't know. If I could sit for hours at the restaurant where you work, waiting for you to s

ELENATIME SLOWED.As we stood there, the warm sunlight streaming through the kitchen window, I felt his eyes lock onto mine. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down my spine, making my heart stutter in my chest. His fingers tightened around mine, firm but not forceful, and at that moment, I could feel the connection. It mirrored the sparks flickering within me, an undeniable pull that I wasn’t sure I wanted to resist.The air between us thickened, heavy with an anticipation that neither of us dared to acknowledge out loud. Every second stretched, every breath drawn out, as though time itself had paused to witness whatever was happening between us. Then, just as I thought I could break free from the moment, he leaned in. His breath, warm and teasing, ghosted across my ear, sending goosebumps trailing down my skin.“The secret ingredient, my dear, is not what you think,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp.My mind whirled. What did he mean by that? Was he playing with me, or was th

ELENAIF INDECISIVE WAS A PERSON. "Blue dress, red dress, black dress… which would be perfect?" I muttered, lifting the three dresses as I stood in front of my mirror. My fingers traced the delicate fabric of each one, my mind flickering between choices. They all seemed like perfect choices, yet I was so indecisive. "Wait!" I suddenly said, fixing my eyes on my reflection. "Why do I even care how good I look? Am I trying to impress him?"I scoffed at the thought. No. This wasn't about looking good for Luca. This was about control. This was a way of making him fall into my well-laid-out trap and making sure he never gets out. For that, I have to be just another woman enthralled by his charm, that's the only way this could work.Right? Yet, as I stared at myself, a thousand and one thoughts raced through my head that made it difficult to even listen to myself. I heaved, the words falling off my lips. "Elena… are you sure you can do this?"A ghost from my past clawed its way to the su