Todos los capítulos de TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Elena's POV I was in the kitchen when she walked in. Incidents like this make me realize how much of a newcomer I am here, an outsider to all of this. I could feel the whispers on my neck. It was like no one dared to say what they knew about the woman. If I'm being honest, she's imposing, even when she's not doing anything. Boniface, who managed to get himself on the kitchen roster today, explained who the woman was. The more he spoke in that ragged whispers of his, the more I realized how much shit I was in. On top of everything else that was going on, a jealous Ex whom they thought was dead was back on a vindictive rampage? I'd be damned. Boniface mentioned—very subtly—if I had begun executing my "role in all the doom coming for the Mafia". That was how he said it. Without giving me a chance to talk, he then said, "Welcome to the fold". But it wasn't the good kind of welcome. It was the taunting kind. The "now your problems begin" kind. I knew better than to respond to him ther

Elena watched the towering glass structure in front of her, its sleek, modern curves stretching into the night sky, reflecting the city's bright lights.This was Cali Solar Innovations, one of the most successful renewable energy companies in the world, and yet another reminder that Jeremy Cali wasn’t just a ruthless Mafia boss—he was a billionaire businessman with an empire that thrived in both the underworld and the legitimate world.“This is mine,” Jeremy said, stepping beside her, his voice laced with quiet pride. “One of the many things I’ve built that has nothing to do with blood, guns, or the past.”Elena turned to him, feigning indifference even though she was inwardly impressed. She had expected drug fronts, money laundering businesses, perhaps even shell corporations. But a solar energy empire? That wasn’t what she anticipated.“It’s… unexpected,” she admitted.Jeremy smirked. “People assume the Mafia only knows how to destroy. But we build too. We innovate; we adapt. That’s

The luxury mall was buzzing with life. High-end shoppers moved in and out of exclusive boutiques, the scent of expensive perfume mingling with the aroma of freshly brewed espresso from a nearby café.Mama never shopped alone.She was wheeled into Dior, flanked by two guards, her presence alone enough to make the attendants stand straighter. Though confined to her wheelchair, she carried herself with the authority of a queen—one whose throne no one dared question.She was mid-conversation with the store manager when the air in the room shifted.A slow hush, a ripple of tension.Then she saw her; Salvora Millicent.Italy was like a small village. Back when Don Cali was in charge, he was like the king of Italy. Some might say he was even more powerful than the president. So, when Salvora did what she did, it was only natural that everyone in Italy treated her like an enemy. She was the black sheep, the ugly creature who would dare attack Don Cali in his home. This was the thing that con

The night was heavy.The meeting with Jeremy had dragged for hours, and now, exhaustion clung to Jeremiah like a second skin. His suit jacket was slung over his shoulder, the top buttons of his shirt undone, the thick muscles of his arms tense from the weight of everything swirling in his head.But the exhaustion wasn’t what bothered him most.It was the hunger.The kind that clawed at his gut, the kind that wasn’t satisfied by food, whiskey, or even the violence he had long been accustomed to.He needed release.It had been weeks. Maybe longer. He hadn’t kept track. With all the madness—Salvora’s return, the Russians, the mole—there simply hadn’t been time to indulge his usual pleasures.A man like him? He needed to feed the beast frequently.The female staff in the mansion had learned never to deny him. They knew what he liked, how he liked it, and more importantly, they knew not to speak a word about it afterward.He could go to them now. Could head straight to their quarters and p

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a relentless heat over the bustling streets, the air thick with the scent of grilled meat from roadside vendors and the ever-present salt of the nearby ocean. A chaotic blend of honking cars, hurried footsteps, and distant laughter filled the afternoon, creating a deceptive illusion of normalcy.Elena sat at an outdoor café, her chair positioned in the perfect vantage point—directly across from the luxury mall’s entrance, where Salvora Millicent would soon appear. Her fingers curled tightly around the porcelain coffee cup in front of her, the liquid inside untouched and growing cold by the second. Her heartbeat thrummed in her ears, her breath shallow, her pulse erratic.She had lived with the Mafia long enough to know death, to sense it before it arrived, to recognize its invisible presence lingering at the edges of life. She had seen men and women executed in cold blood, had walked over bodies that had barely cooled, had forced herself to remain