All Chapters of The Mafia Who Bought Me : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

102 Chapters

The Dockside Cut

Elena POV The wood beneath my knees was cold. Not just cold, but wet in that way that seeps through your clothes and into your skin until you can’t tell if you’re shaking from fear or from the night air biting right through you. I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My hands were tied behind me so tight that my fingers had gone numb a long time ago. Every time I tried to shift even a little the rope dug deeper into my wrists, so I stopped trying. My shoulders burned. My head felt heavy like it was full of water, but I made myself stay awake, eyes open, staring at the way the moonlight broke up on the black surface of the water like it was trying to tell me something I couldn’t understand. I had to stay this way because she was behind me. I couldn’t see Isabella but I felt her there. The heavy feeling of her just existing in the space like she already owned everything about this moment. “Breathe, Elena.” Her voice was soft, too soft for someone standing at the edge of all this. I didn’t ans

Salt and Blood (Part 1)

Elena POV The engine roared in my ears, loud and rough, like it was shaking me from the inside out. The boat tore through the water, sending cold spray across my face that stung where it mixed with the tears I refused to let fall. My hands were still tied behind me, the rope biting into my wrists every time the boat bounced. My chest felt so tight I could barely pull in a full breath. All I could see, over and over, was Dante standing on that pier, blood spreading too fast across his side. The image wouldn’t leave me. It kept playing like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. I twisted again, trying to get free, my body straining against the seat. “Stop moving,” James snapped. He was standing over me like this was nothing, like he hadn’t just shot the man he called brother. “He’s bleeding,” I choked out, my voice barely loud enough to carry over the wind. “You’re just going to let him die out there?” James didn’t answer. He didn’t even look at me. He just stared out into the d

Salt and Blood (Part 2)

Elena POV The next sound was a loud crash, like someone had ripped a metal door right off its hinges. My whole body jumped. James turned fast. “Get ready!” he yelled. His men moved instantly. I heard their boots scraping across the floor and the sharp clicks of guns being readied. My heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to come out of my throat. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even think straight. Then the first shot went off. Everything turned into chaos. Gunfire filled the room, loud and nonstop. Smoke started pouring in, burning my eyes and smelling like hot metal and fear. “Move left!” a voice shouted through the noise. It was Luca. He sounded calm, which somehow made it even scarier. More shots followed. These weren’t wild — they were aimed and precise. “They’re inside!” one of the guards screamed, and then he went down hard. My heart hammered against my ribs. I felt a shift in the room before I even saw him. Like the air suddenly got thicker. Then the door di

The Safehouse Silence

Elena POV The mansion felt different when we finally pulled through the gates. Not in a good way. The lights were on like always, the grounds looked the same, but everything carried this heavy, leftover tension from the night. Like the place itself knew what had almost happened to us. I sat in the back of the car with Dante’s hand still loosely holding mine, his grip warm but weak. He didn’t say much the whole ride, and neither did I. By the time we got inside, Luca had already handled everything. A doctor was waiting. He stitched Dante up fast and wrapped him tight. When I saw him again later, he was standing in one of the smaller sitting rooms like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t just bled all over a dirty dock for me. “You should be sitting,” I said quietly. “I’ve been sitting,” he replied with a faint smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Then sit again.” He didn’t move. Typical Dante. I didn’t push it. I just walked past him and dropped my jacket on the table. My hands s

The Iron Lesson

Elena POV I couldn’t sleep. I was tired as hell, but every time I closed my eyes the same images kept playing — the cold wood under my knees, the gun against my head, Dante bleeding on that dock. I lay there staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours, my mind spinning too fast to settle. Eventually I gave up. I pulled on one of Dante’s shirts, the hem hitting mid-thigh, and it still smelled like him — cedar and something sharp. It was the only thing that made me feel a little less alone. The house was too quiet. I wandered through the dark halls until I saw a thin strip of light under the basement door. The training room. I pushed it open without thinking. Dante was there, sitting on a bench cleaning a black handgun. He was shirtless, the fresh white bandage around his ribs standing out against his skin. He looked exhausted, shadows under his eyes, but his hands were steady and focused. He didn’t look up. “You should be asleep.” “You too,” I said, leaning against the doorfra

The Teeth of the Board

Dante POV The room smelled like old money, cold ash, and that suffocating kind of control that always made me want to burn the whole damn building down. Nothing ever changed in here. Same heavy table that had signed a hundred death warrants over the decades. Same high-backed leather chairs that creaked under the weight of egos. Same old men sitting like they were gods, even though most of them couldn’t pull a trigger anymore without their hands shaking like leaves. I stood at the head of the table. I didn’t sit. In this room, sitting meant you were waiting for orders. Standing meant you were the one giving them — or ready to take what was yours by force if necessary. Ricci sat directly across from me, a thin, ugly smile stretching across his face. He looked at me like I was a punchline he’d been saving for a special occasion. Beside him, Cavallo stayed silent, eyes flat and unreadable. And then there was Vincenzo — the man who had spent the last three years staring at my chai

The Ghost’s Room

Elena POV I didn’t mean to find it. That’s the thing about this house — it’s designed to keep secrets, but secrets have a way of breathing through the vents when you least expect it. I wasn’t even looking for anything, i just couldn’t stay still after everything that happened. Ever since the basement training room, the air in my own room had felt too thin, and too heavy at the same time. The mansion was too quiet again. Not the peaceful kind of quiet you find in a library, but the suffocating kind that makes your thoughts louder than they should be. Every step I took echoed back at me like I wasn’t alone in my own head. I walked past the main hallway, past the stairs, past doors I already knew. And then I stopped. There was a door at the far end of the west wing. I had seen it before, but I’d never paid much attention to it. It wasn’t guarded, and in this house, that was the first thing that felt wrong. Everything important had eyes on it. But this didn’t. It just sat there. C

The Final Parent

Third Person POV Joseph Rossi didn’t have a hard time finding the place. That was the first thing that made his stomach twist into knots. He stood outside the old building for a long moment, just breathing in the damp night air. His chest felt tight, like something heavy was sitting on his ribs and refusing to move. It wasn’t the walk that made him feel tired, It was the feeling that his body already knew what was coming. This was the end of the road he had been running from for years. He took one last slow breath, pushed the door open, and stepped inside. It was too quiet. Not the peaceful kind of quiet, but the kind where you know someone is watching you from the shadows, waiting. Every step he took echoed back at him, loud and accusing. He didn’t call out her name. He didn’t have to. She was already there. Isabella was leaning against a table at the back of the room, arms loosely crossed, looking bored. Like she had all the time in the world and nowhere better to be. Jose

The Blood Pact (Part 1)

Elena POV I stood at the top of the stairs, my hand gripping the railing so tight my knuckles hurt, and felt a chill crawl up my spine that had nothing to do with the temperature. I was halfway down when Luca appeared at the bottom. He didn’t say anything, and that was what scared me most. Luca always had something to say, even if it was a simple order or a warning. But now he just stood there, looking up at me with an expression that made my stomach do a slow, sick roll. “What is it?” I asked. My chest tightened until it hurt to breathe. He didn’t answer right away. His eyes flicked over me like he was trying to figure out how hard this was going to hit before he let it go. “Elena,” he said finally. The way he said my name made my blood turn to ice. It wasn’t an order. It was a warning. “What happened?” I asked again, my voice echoing off the high ceilings. I didn’t want the silence anymore, but I was terrified of what would br

The Blood Pact (Part 2) (🔞)

Elena POVDante’s hand was still on my face, his thumb grazing my cheekbone. My father’s blood was drying on the desk just feet away, the metallic scent thick in the air, but all I could focus on was him — his heat, his breathing, the solid wall of his body keeping me from falling apart.“You’re all I have left,” I whispered, fingers curling into his shirt. “If I lose you too… I’m done.”His grip on the back of my neck tightened. “You aren’t going to lose me, Elena. You’re mine. I don’t let go of what belongs to me.”I didn’t care about pride or fear anymore. I just needed to feel alive.I kissed him first — hard, messy, desperate. Dante growled low in his throat and slammed me back against the edge of the desk. The wood dug into my ass, but the pain felt good. Real good. His hands were everywhere at once, fisting my hair, gripping my waist so hard I knew I’d have marks tomorrow, dragging my hips forward until I could feel how hard he already was.For once he wasn’t in control. I c

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