All Chapters of TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

It had been two weeks since the CIA had turned the Zanzibar auction into a bloodbath, since the world’s most powerful cartels had been forced to scatter like rats, licking their wounds, recalculating their next moves, and nursing the bitter realization that they were not as untouchable as they had once believed.The fallout had been swift and merciless.Weapons shipments had been delayed. Money had stopped flowing as freely. Every criminal organization, from the Russian Bratva to the South American drug lords, had gone silent, retreating into their shadows, waiting for the dust to settle before they decided what came next.But no one had suffered more than the Cali Mafia.And no one had suffered more personally than Hammer.Agent Wexler was gone.Not just another casualty in an endless war, not just another name to be recorded in some classified report, but the only person who had ever truly mattered to him.Hammer had spent decades in the field, had watched good men and women die in

Washington, D.C.It had been a week since Hammer had officially taken over the CIA’s Mafia Task Force, a week since he had assembled his team, reorganized their approach, and begun digging through years of intelligence failures, looking for the cracks in the Cali empire, the weaknesses no one else had been able to exploit.Now, sitting in a secure government facility in Washington D.C., surrounded by men who had spent decades studying the underworld, he knew one thing for certain—This time, things would be different.This time, there would be no half-measures, no negotiations, no mistakes.The room was cold, sterile, windowless, designed for security rather than comfort, the walls lined with monitors displaying live intelligence feeds, satellite imagery, and intercepted communications from around the world.Hammer sat at the head of a long table, his expression unreadable, his hands resting flat against the polished wood as the Director of Operations, Charles Monroe, leaned forward,

The Cali estate had not seen a celebration this grand in years.Mama’s 70th birthday was not just a party—it was an event, a display of wealth, power, and influence, an evening filled with the kind of opulence that only the untouchable could afford. Jeremy made it clear that despite his recent troubles, he was still the wealthiest crime Lord around.The mansion had been transformed overnight, its sprawling gardens illuminated by glowing chandeliers hanging from trees. Their fluorescent light cast a warm glow over the estate’s pristine pathways lined with gold-trimmed lanterns, flickering softly as the night deepened.Inside, the grand ballroom pulsed with laughter, clinking glasses, and the smooth rhythm of an Italian jazz band, its melody weaving through the air, wrapping around the guests like a warm embrace.Mama sat at the head of it all, a queen surveying her kingdom, her dark eyes scanning the room with the sharpness of a woman who had survived seven decades in a world that devo

The night was thick with silence, the kind that settled deep into the bones, the kind that made a man feel like he was the only soul left in the world.Jeremy gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white, his mind tangled in thoughts too dark to silence, too heavy to push aside.The mansion had begun to suffocate him, its walls pressing in, its corridors filled with the weight of unspoken words, of unanswered questions, of the ghosts of people who weren’t even dead yet.So, he had done what he always did when the world felt too damn small—He had left.The black Aston Martin DB11 sliced through the empty streets, the hum of the engine the only sound breaking the stillness of the night, the city lights casting long, stretching shadows over the deserted roads.He didn’t know where he was going.He just knew he needed to drive, to clear his head, to feel like he was moving even if nothing in his life was anymore.But then, in the dim glow of a streetlamp near the edge of the city, he s

The day was slowly fading into night when it happened. The pain hit like a thunderclap. Sharp, sudden, and all-consuming.Elena gasped, gripping the edge of the dining table as her vision blurred for a second, the world tilting. Her breath came shallow, rapid, uneven, her pulse hammering in her ears.Something was wrong.Then—a rush of warmth flooded down her legs.She looked down in horror, her body frozen, her mind refusing to accept what she was seeing. The floor beneath her was wet, the fabric of her silk dress clinging uncomfortably to her thighs, soaked through.Her water had broken.A strangled breath left her lips.It was too soon.Her entire body tensed as another wave of pain gripped her from the inside, her abdomen tightening violently, her muscles clenching in ways that weren’t natural.Her baby.Something was wrong with her baby.By the time Jeremy’s men rushed her to the hospital, Elena was barely conscious, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, her pulse too fast, too err