All Chapters of Entangled With The Merciless Mafia Don : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ELENAMY EYES DIDN'T WAVER. “Well, I’m an entrepreneur…” Luca spoke, his voice steady and confident as he leaned back in his chair, looking at me with a hint of curiosity.I met his gaze, not letting him off the hook. “Alright… What kind of business do you major in?” I asked, my eyes narrowing slightly as I studied him.He shifted in his seat, adjusting his tie as he spoke. “Umm… I’m into so many things. I major in investing in small firms with growth potential. With proper strategies and the right funding, in a matter of time, they’ll become large revenue-generating businesses,” he said. There was a slight pause as he adjusted his posture again, his face giving away nothing.I couldn’t help but feel impressed, though a small sense of skepticism bubbled inside me. Oh God, he was good. He spoke as though these words had been rehearsed, each phrase carefully crafted to sound effortless. It was clear he was keeping things surface-level, avoiding the deeper details.“Alright… That soun

ELENAHIS SISTER.Interesting.Should I focus on her instead? Should I make Luca Moretti feel the same agony I had felt?Should I take away the one person he loves most and watch him crumble, just as I had crumbled?I took a slow sip of my drink, masking the storm of thoughts raging inside me.It was a tempting idea, pleasingly cruel. Yet, that wasn't part of my plan. One thing was certain, though. My revenge was inevitable."Mmm..." Luca cleared his throat and I snapped back to reality. He was studying me intently. "You've got siblings too?" he asked out of nowhere, his voice smooth yet oddly curious.The question hit me harder than I expected. A sharp pang sliced through my chest, and for a moment, my fingers tightened around the delicate glass in my grip. My knuckles stretched, and I felt my pulse quicken, anger bubbling just beneath the surface.But I couldn’t let my emotions betray me.I sucked in a slow, controlled breath, steadying myself, forcing the tension in my fingers to

LUCASHE'S BREATHTAKING I kept stealing glances at her face, unable to help myself. The dim glow of the streetlights didn’t do justice to how breathtaking she was. The way her hair caught the light, the way her lips parted slightly in thought, it was enough to give me blue balls. I still couldn't believe I had just given her my jacket. My four thousand pound jacket.Not that the price mattered. What mattered was the way I had instinctively draped it over her shoulders, the way my hands had lingered just a second too long, my fingers grazing the soft fabric of her dress underneath. She claimed she had only been complimenting the cold weather, but I saw through it. She had shivered, and before I even thought twice, I was peeling my jacket off for her. Why did I do that?I pushed the thought aside, forcing my focus elsewhere."The stars are beautiful tonight, you know?" I said, tilting my head up slightly as we walked. I tried to sound casual as if my pulse wasn't hammering in my veins

LUCAI COULDN'T STOP IT—staring at the spot she had been. I felt a cold shiver run through me as I tried to shake off the unsettling thoughts that kept circling in my mind. Why? Why did it feel like something had been ripped away the moment she left my side?I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt like this. It was like a part of me had vanished when she walked away, and no matter how much I tried to distract myself, it wouldn’t go away.I wasn’t the kind to get attached. I never had been. Hell, I was always the one who would walk away first. Once I’d gotten what I wanted, whatever it was that was enough to satisfy me for a moment, I’d lose interest and move on. But her? She was different. I had no idea why. What was it about her that kept me tied down like this? I had no patience for this kind of shit, feeling like I was losing control. The last thing I needed was to become some lovesick fool.I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, letting out a deep sigh. I needed a drink, and I

ELENAI GLANCED AT THE SCREEN.Luca.I exhaled sharply and switched off my phone. “Not now,” I muttered under my breath.I needed space to think. To breathe. But most of all, to process what had just happened.The cool night air clung to my skin as I walked quickly, my pulse still erratic from the run, my breath shallow as I tried to steady myself. My body hadn’t caught up with the fact that I was safe... for now.The image of the woman flashed in my mind, the glint of the gun in her grip. I swallowed hard, pressing forward.Stepping out of the shadows, I lifted a trembling hand to hail a cab. A yellow taxi jerked to a stop in front of me, its tires skidding slightly on the damp road. The driver, a gruff-looking man with a thick beard, peered at me through the rearview mirror as I slid into the backseat. "Where to, miss?" His voice was firm but not unkind.I parted my lips, instinctively about to give him my home address. But then, an unsettling thought struck me.I hesitated.Going