All Chapters of THE MAFIA'S JEWEL: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elena’s POV. ❦ ─── ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ─ ✈ ─ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ─── ❦“Traveling to 'Valencia' is a bad idea, Elena!” My best friend Ingrid yells.Something is wrong with me. And I have known this for a while although I tried to fight it at first but I have since learned that this is how I am, my nature.I love being told what to do, being obedient. I love structure and like to follow laid down rules. I love being rewarded and praised. I blush when I'm told I'm a good girl.My father knew this. He knew I'm never disobedient. Knew I wouldn't dare go against his wishes.But he never thought I’ll be doing what I’m about to do now.I am about to disobey my father’s last instruction, and I keep having a strange forebodding that this disobedience might change the course of my entire life. But I must overcome this stranger feeling. I have to do this.It has taken me over a year of self-reassurance to just gather my courage. I watched fifty-two podcasts and forty-seven YouTube mo

Massimo's POV ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ⟡ • ⟡ •⟡ • ⟡ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧“No,you can’t… you can’t do this…” Viktor shrieks.Over the last few years I had known this day would come. The day when I would have the last of Spain’s most feared dons VIcktor cowering before me on the top of my three-storey building torture house right in the middle of the busiest Marbella market.I have never fooled myself. I am a villain, I rebuilt my father's empire, on violence, guns, drugs, with the cover of fashion, tech, wine, art, and all the tiny little wrappings normal people wrap dirty business in. But that's the difference between me and this man. Discretion.It is what differentiates a monster from a villain. And this man right here is a monster. Not only could he not stomach that a Ponteza mafioso like me, half Italian and half Spanish, was taking over the mafia world. Spain, Italy, Las Vegas and the rest of the network.He also crossed the lines I drew.Children. My disgust whe

Massimo’s POV ░░░░░░░░░ 💨💨💨 ░░░░░░░░░I burst through the door.And then I find myself in a poorly lit alley. The cold night rushes in, hitting me sharply like a slap. The alley stretches in front of me, deserted and for a moment I see nothing.Then my phone is already in my hand.“Don?”“Lock down every road leaving Marbella.”“Boss? Every exit?”“Yes. Every exit.”“Ok Don, but what are we going to be looking…?”I end the call because something on the left catches my attention.At the far end of the alley on the left, two men are talking to a female, a blonde. They stand illuminated by the headlights of a jeep. The blonde turns towards the front entrance of the bar while the men proceed toward the jeep, the light falls on their forms and I finally get a better look at them. One of the men climbs into the driver's seat. The other goes to the rear seat.Wait a minute.I know these men. I know that lady.Cold fury spreads through my body.That

Elena’s POV ═════ ✧❂✧ ═════His dark eyes settle on me again, and I catch a quick glimpse of what has the men cowering. There is this rage burning behind those dark eyes. It is all-consuming, but it is so brief that if it wasn’t so intense, I would have missed it. Because a few seconds after he turns to me, it vanishes and is replaced by something else, a tenderness that sends shivers down my spine.It's the same look he gave me when I first saw him earlier. It's a strange blend of concern and warmth. The only other person who has ever given me that same look was my father. It’s the look of someone already bracing for a disaster they cannot prevent. The look of someone willing to sacrifice themselves for you.The strange man pivots toward the men.I gasp as the sole of his leather boot drags swiftly across the concrete with a sharp shriek. The boot looks outrageously expensive, sleek Italian leather gleaming beneath the dim warehous

Massimo's POV ⛓ ───⬤ ─── ♨♨♨♨♨ ─── ⬤─── ⛓This is all my fault.I have lived by several ironclad mantras since the day I learned how the world truly operates. One of them was: Your worst enemy is the one who wears the mask of a friend.I saw the signs with that blonde girl. I saw every calculated smile, every lingering glance that didn't quite reach her eyes, the way she positioned herself just close enough to seem helpful but never actually helping with anything. I knew that blonde girl could not be trusted, yet I turned a blind eye.The worst part is that I cannot even blame ignorance. I simply did not act.I told myself I was being patient and rational. I convinced myself there wasn’t enough evidence for me to act. I convinced myself Elena would be fine, that the blonde was just her friend.I cooked up a hundred different excuses because acting would have forced me to admit something I was not ready to admit.That Elena already matters. And th