All Chapters of The Mafia Who Bought Me : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The morning after the ambush felt different. The walls, once comforting in their grandeur, now seemed like they carried whispers of the night’s danger. Even the sunlight streaming through the tall windows couldn’t dispel the tension that clung to the halls. I moved carefully, my senses heightened, every shadow and every creak in the floor sounding like a warning. I found Dante in his office, standing by the large window, arms crossed. His expression was unreadable, as if the night had carved lines of worry and thought into his face. He didn’t turn when I entered. He didn’t even acknowledge my presence at first, and that made my stomach twist. “Dante,” I said softly, stepping closer. “Can we… talk?” He finally looked at me, dark eyes sharp, but there was something behind them—something I couldn’t name. Concern? Tension? A vulnerability that I had rarely seen in him. “You shouldn’t be wandering around alone,” he said quietly, almost accusingly. “After last night… you could’ve been

The morning light spilled through the tall windows, painting long shadows across the mansion. I moved carefully through the hallways, my senses on high alert. Every creak, every whisper of the wind felt amplified. I knew now this wasn’t just a home, it was a fortress, and every corner held secrets. My phone buzzed suddenly. I jumped, my heart lurching as I glanced at the screen. It was an unknown number. Hesitation clawed at me, but I answered. “This is Elena Rossi,” I said cautiously. A distorted voice hissed through the line, low and menacing. “You think you’re safe there? Think again. You’re in our city now. Watch your back.” Then the line went dead. My pulse raced, and a shiver ran down my spine. I knew it wasn’t just an empty threat—they were testing Dante, testing me. I shoved the phone into my pocket and found Luca in the kitchen, sipping his espresso. His dark eyes immediately scanned me, reading the tension I couldn’t hide. “Who called?” he asked, calm but edged with c

I couldn’t stop thinking about it no matter where I went, no matter what I tried to focus on, the same thought kept circling in my mind like a warning I couldn’t ignore. There was someone inside the mansion. Watching. Waiting. And I didn’t know who. By evening, the tension had settled deep into my chest unrelenting. Even the air felt different—thicker somehow, like something unseen was pressing down on everything. I stood by the window in my room, staring out at the city lights. From here, everything looked normal. Peaceful, even. But I knew better. Nothing about my life was normal anymore. A soft knock at the door made me stiffen. “Come in,” I said carefully. The door opened, and one of the guards stepped in. Not Luca. Not someone I recognized well. That alone made my stomach twist. “Mr. Moretti wants you downstairs,” he said. My eyes narrowed slightly. “Now?” He nodded once. “Now.” Something about the way he said it… it didn’t sit right. It sounded too f

I didn’t sleep. Again. It was becoming a pattern now—nights filled with thoughts I couldn’t quiet, questions I couldn’t answer, and a constant feeling that something was moving beneath the surface… waiting. The mansion was silent, but I had learned something important. Silence here didn’t mean peace. It meant something was building. I sat by the window, my knees pulled slightly to my chest, watching the faint glow of the city lights stretch into the distance. Somewhere out there… my father was alone. And in trouble. My chest tightened. The last time I heard his voice replayed in my mind like a warning I couldn’t ignore. They’re watching me. Not Dante. Someone worse. I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers against my temples. What did that even mean? Worse than Dante? I didn’t know

I knew something was coming. You don’t spend enough time in Dante’s world without learning how to read the signs. The tension. The silence. The way everyone moved like they were waiting for a signal. It wasn’t over. Not even close. And tonight it finally broke. It started with the alarms. Sharp. Piercing. Violent. They tore through the mansion like a warning straight from hell. I shot up from the bed, my heart slamming violently against my chest. “What—?” The door burst open it was one of the guards. “Miss Rossi, stay inside—” A gunshot cut him off loud. Too close. My blood ran cold. Everything happened at once after that. Shouting, footsteps, more gunshots. Chaos. Real chaos. Not the quiet kind I had gotten used to. Not the controlled danger Dante carried like a weapon. This was different. I didn’t stay in my room. I couldn’t. Not when it sounded like the entire mansion was under attack. I stepped into the hallway and immediately ducked as another gunshot rang out. It