All Chapters of THE MAFIA'S JEWEL: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

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 motivational videos just to bring myself to do what I'm about to do no

Massimo's POV"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 when I realised that the overly religious bastard trying to bring me down, bu

Massimo’s POVI 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 was the blonde, the one who was always with her and these are two i

Elena’s POVHis 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 warehouse lights despite the dust and debris. It looks entirely out of place h