All Chapters of The Mafia Who Bought Me : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The night air was thick and heavy. It was the kind of heat that stuck to your skin and made it hard to breathe. Every instinct I had told me that walking into this warehouse was a mistake. The moon was hidden behind clouds, and the old streetlights kept flickering, casting shaky shadows across the road. I couldn't stop thinking about the photo they sent and the threats against my father. I balled my hands into fists to stop the shaking, but my heart was drumming so hard I thought it might burst. “Stay close,” Dante said. His voice was low and steady, but it had that edge of steel. He didn't look at me; his eyes were scanning the dark, looking for threats. I could feel the heat coming off him as we walked. He was the only thing standing between me and whatever was waiting inside. We were heading toward the address the caller had given: midnight, come alone. Of course, Dante hadn't let me go by myself. He’d just laughed when I suggested it. But even with him there, my nerves were ra

​I walked slowly down the hallway toward Dante’s office, my steps cautious, almost hesitant. The mansion was still again—too still. It was like the walls were trying to pretend last night hadn't happened, but I couldn't get it out of my head. The trap at the warehouse, the look on my father’s face, my father's helplessness, and the way everything had turned into a mess in a matter of seconds. ​And then there was Dante. My chest tightened just thinking about him. The way he had moved. Cold, precise, unstoppable like he wasn't even human. I could still feel his presence, that sharp, commanding gaze that made me feel safe and terrified at the same time. There was something dark in him, something that didn't hesitate to do things I didn't even want to imagine. ​I reached his door and just stood there for a second. I didn't really know why I was there. I just knew my legs had brought me to him. Maybe I just needed to see him to know he was real, or maybe I just needed to be in his spac

I couldn't stop shaking for hours after the attack. Even after the mansion had returned to that fake, heavy calmness, my body just refused to settle. It wasn't just basic fear anymore, it was something deeper, something that felt permanent. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring down at my hands. They looked normal enough. Steady, even. But I could still feel the echo of the gunshots and the way the air seemed to crack under the violence. I kept seeing Dante standing outside in the middle of it all untouchable, like he wasn't even entirely human. I exhaled slowly, pressing my palms together. This was his world, and I was officially in it. A soft knock came at the door. I didn't answer, but it opened anyway. "Get up." Dante. His voice wasn't loud—it didn't need to be. He had a way of speaking that made trying to resist feel completely pointless. I looked up at him. He was standing in the doorway with his sleeves rolled up, his hair a little messy from the fight, but his eyes we

I couldn't even do anything or think of anything anymore Not after everything. Not after the truth. Not after realizing the two people who were supposed to protect me… had both made decisions that nearly destroyed me. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my body still but my mind running in circles. My father’s words. Dante’s voice. The way everything had shifted in just one night. Nothing felt stable anymore. Nothing felt safe. But Dante’s words from the training room echoed in my head: 'You don’t wait for danger to show itself. You feel it first.' I closed my eyes. Listened. The house was quiet and that was when I felt it. Not a sound. Not movement. Just… wrong. My eyes snapped open, my heart didn’t race this time. It slowed. It focused. I sat up slowly, my senses sharpening. The air felt heavier. Like something didn’t belong. Then there was a faint sound, not from outside. From inside the mansion. My pulse steadied. "Don’t panic Elena, don't panic." I muttered to myself.

Elena POV Luca’s words hadn’t left me. They stayed, looping in my head like something I couldn’t shut off. 'He’s not as safe as you think. For now.' They won’t walk away from unfinished business. Each sentence pressed deeper, tightening something in my chest until I couldn’t ignore it anymore. Watching wasn’t enough. Thinking wasn’t enough Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again—my father’s face, the way he couldn’t look at me, the way the truth slipped out of him like something he had been holding back for too long. Deals. Leverage. You were always part of it. My chest tightened. I turned in the bed, staring up at the ceiling, but the darkness didn’t help. If anything, it made everything louder, clearer and more real. Because now I understood something I hadn’t before. This didn’t start when they came for me. It didn’t start at the auction. It didn’t even start with my father’s debt. It started long before that. And somehow…i was already part of it. I exhaled slow