All Chapters of SOLD TO THE RUTHLESS MAFIA LORD: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Serena's Pov My fingers brushed against something cold. I sat up in bed, my heart already racing from the dream I had been having, a nightmare about Dimitrio, about the dungeon, about the blood that had covered his hands. I blinked, trying to focus, trying to shake off the lingering terror. And then I looked down at my pillow. There, lying on the sheets, was a small knife. I stared at it, my blood turning to ice. The blade was sleek and sharp, with a pearl handle that glinted in the pale morning light. It was elegant. Deadly. And it had definitely not been there when I went to sleep. I scrambled out of bed, my heart pounding, my eyes fixed on the knife. Who had put it there? Why would someone? And then I remembered the note. "Leave this place or you will die." Signed with an 'N'. Nadia. She was escalating. First the note, now this. She wanted me dead, and she wasn't going to stop until she got what she wanted. But this knife wasn't just a threat. It was a setup. I grabb

Nadia's Pov The silence was deafening. I stood in the center of the dining room, surrounded by the cold stares of Dimitrio's men. Their eyes were fixed on me, judgmental and cruel, like I was some kind of insect they wanted to crush beneath their heels. I could feel the weight of their gazes pressing down on me, suffocating me, making it hard to breathe. I had never felt so humiliated. "Dimitrio," I said, my voice shaking. "Please.." "I told you not to call me that." His voice was ice, cutting through me like a blade. "Now explain yourself. Why did you plant that knife? Why did you threaten her?" I opened my mouth to respond, but the words wouldn't come. What could I say? What could I possibly say to make this better? The evidence was stacked against me. The knife. The note. The rumors. Everything pointed directly at me. But I couldn't admit it. Couldn't admit that I had been so consumed by jealousy, so desperate for his attention, that I had done things I was ashamed of. "Sh

Serena's Pov I didn't sleep that night after the training. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face. The way he'd looked when he talked about Rossi. The pain buried beneath layers of ice and violence. The way he'd touched my hair like I was something precious instead of something he owned. Dawn came too quickly. I pulled on the training clothes that had been left outside my door, black leggings and a fitted top, practical and unadorned and made my way to the training room. The estate was different in the early morning. Quieter. The guards nodded as I passed, their eyes following me with something that felt almost like respect. Word had spread about what happened at the dinner, about how I'd exposed Nadia. About how the don had defended me. I wasn't just a slave anymore. I wasn't sure what I was, but it wasn't that. The training room was a converted ballroom on the east wing. Hardwood floors. Mats stacked in the corner. Weapons lining the walls. Dimitrio was already there, s

Dimitrio's Pov I couldn't get her out of my head. It had been three days since the training session. Three days since she'd pinned me to the mat and looked at me like she wanted me to kiss her. Three days since I'd walked away from her, telling myself it was the right thing to do. I sat in my study, staring at the glass of whiskey in my hand. The ice had melted. I hadn't taken a single sip. The door opened. Matteo stepped inside. "You summoned me, Don." "Yes." I set the glass down. "I have an order." Matteo waited. He was good at that. Waiting. Never asking questions unless he needed to. "The slave girl. Serena. She's to be moved back to the slave quarters. Permanently." Matteo's expression didn't change, but I caught a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "Permanently, Don?" "That's what I said." "May I ask why?" "No." Matteo nodded. "Should I have Malak escort her now?" "No. I'll tell her myself. Bring her to me." He left without another word. I stood and walked to the w

Dimitrio's Pov I woke up with her in my arms. The morning light was coming through the curtains. My head was heavy. My eyes burned from lack of sleep. But she was there. Her red hair spread across my pillow. Her hand resting on my chest. Her breathing slow and steady. She had stayed. I didn't move. I was afraid that if I moved, she would wake up and leave. And I didn't want her to leave. Not yet. The nightmare was still in my head. Rossi's face. The blood. The way her eyes had gone empty. But Serena had pulled me out of it. She had held me. She had told me I wasn't alone. No one had ever done that before. She stirred. Her fingers moved against my chest. Her eyes opened slowly. She looked up at me, and for a moment, she seemed confused. Then she remembered. "You're still here," I said. "So are you." "I live here." She almost smiled. "You know what I mean." I did know what she meant. After last night, she could have run. She could have gone back to the slave quarters and ne