All Chapters of TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elena's POV"I know this isn't who you are, sister. And I'm so sorry that even in death, I'm still causing you trouble (lol, well, one of us has to be the wildcard). You have to find it in you to avenge me, please. That's all I ask, for my sake and all the other girls. Elena, he made me do this, Jer…"I'm outside where it all started, reflecting on that last paragraph of my sister's letter. It's been a week since Serena died, and that part of her letter haunts me the most.I buried her quickly and quietly in our family's mausoleum, where Mum and Dad were buried, too. I didn't tell anyone at work. Okay, I told Tobey. It's so strange how he was a firm shoulder to lean on. He asked severally why I suddenly needed a job as a bar attendant in a rough nightclub linked to the Mafia. He wondered why I would want to throw away my bright, budding pediatric nurse career.But I never told him. How would I have even started? Would he understand? Will anyone understand why I have to fulfill my dead

Elena’s POV“There will be a welcome party for you tonight. Wear any of the blue open-back Versace gowns in the wardrobe. I made sure the porters kept everything intact, just how you like it,” he says, then plants a soft kiss on my cheek. I’m frozen on the spot. “The party will begin at 8 p.m. Don’t be late. After that, you have questions to answer.” He walks off with this last sentence.This man is not what I expected. I expected a heartless, brutal cartel boss, but this one opens car doors, offers to take me shopping, and issues commands that make my knees grow weak. There’s no doubt that everyone else fears him, but whatever my sister did to charm him must have been the biggest charm of the century.That is why I’m so scared. I don’t know how long I can keep this up. So far, no one has noticed that I’m not my sister. But that’s why I will avoid situations that make anyone suspicious. Like that shopping he offered on our way back from the auction. Clearly, he loved seeing my sist

Even in this new environment, she was still the same old, kind-hearted Elena Cee. One of the biggest perks that attracted her to people was her ability to ask for names courteously and remember them. So when she asked the porter who had been instructed to come fetch her for her name, the woman in her mid-fifties was taken aback.She had worked in the Cali Mafia, first as a gardener, before she was trusted enough to be promoted to porter. During those years, not once had anyone ever asked her name."Nobody asks such questions around here, Senora", the porter responded timidly."Maybe things need to start getting different around here, then. Don't you think?" Elena said, flashing her a smile."It's Felicia. My name is Felicia," the porter responded, still with her head bowed. This lady spent a long time here, went missing, then came back and started to ask for names. It was not that the porter didn't enjoy the little attention; it was just unusual."Good. Beautiful name, Felicia. Now, y

Elena's POVThere's a word for how I feel now, but I can't find it. My brain has ceased all function, and all my hands can do is sweat and tremble. From the moment I walked out of the great hall to this car, and outside the mansion, I felt like a million eyes were watching me.I struggle to breathe, even though it's a slightly windy morning. Somewhere in my frayed mind, I feel like this is the end. I'm done for. Utterly doomed.I'm driving a car with a bomb in it? To prove my loyalty? And I have to drive it up to a bar filled with innocent people, possibly a hundred of them? Oh my God. Look what you've made me do, Serena, I whisper to myself, as though my sister can do anything from her cold grave back home.From the map Jeremy sent to my phone, I see I'm just 12 minutes away from the bar. I hate that so much has been happening, and I've been able to do nothing about anything. I take one hand away from the steering and feel the area on my neck where Jeremiah had pinned me. It's sore

Jeremiah’s POVWhen you’ve been in this game as long as I have, you recognize drifters. How they walk, how they talk, hell, and even how they use the loo are different. They always reek of risks and bad mojo. And I don’t like bad mojo. Risks I can tolerate, but what’s in it for me?This girl is both a risk and a bad mojo. I don’t understand yet why she came back, but my instincts are razor-sharp, and they tell me that something’s off. She knows the things I did, and I know the things I did. I know she never liked it here, not entirely, even though she pretends nicely. So why did she come back? To let the boss know what I truly am? Or what I do?I can’t let that happen. You see, I’ve come a long way. Jeremy picked me up from the dirt.Cold, hard, horseshit dirt. That’s where I came from. That fateful night, Jeremy was at the bar where I had come to beat the shit out of my Dad for using up the last of my Mama’s savings to drink again. I was so bitter because he didn’t in any way fit th