บททั้งหมดของ Entangled With The Mafia Underboss : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Chapter 1{CATERINA}“Please! Don’t do this!” Cesario whimpered as I pressed the hot knife to his wrist. His skin sizzled, the scent of burnt flesh thick in the air. His screams bounced off the walls—a melody to my ears.“Begging won’t save you,” I murmured, watching him writhe. “Start talking if you don’t want to lose that hand.”“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he stammered, his voice trembling as much as his bound hands.I giggled. “Lying won’t save you either.”I walked back to the fireplace, holding the blade to the flames until it glowed red. “Our shipment was intercepted. Who did you sell us out to? The Iron Vultures? The Silver Dagger Brotherhood?”Cesario’s eyes darted around the dimly lit room, looking for salvation where there was none. He whimpered but remained silent.“You’re wasting my time.” I stalked toward him, pressing the red-hot blade to his arm. His screams ripped through the air, his body jerking violently against the restraints.“Alright! Stop!” he so

Chapter 3{ALESSANDRO}The heavy bass of the music throbbed through the air, vibrating against my chest as I stepped into Midnight Echelon. The club was alive with the pulse of conversation, the clink of glasses, and the kind of energy only money and power could create. But I didn’t come here for the noise. I came for what happened beneath it all.As I walked deeper into the club, the crowd parted, making way for me without a glance. They knew who I was. They didn’t need to see me; they felt me, like a storm coming on the horizon. I didn’t need to advertise my power. It spoke for itself.The lounge was ahead, secluded, where the real business was done. My mind was already there—on the men I was meeting tonight, the deals that were waiting to be made, the weapons to be moved. The less people knew about it, the better. This wasn’t a place for questions. It was a place where deals were struck in whispers, where promises were sealed in silence.I wasn’t here to enjoy the music or the ligh

Chapter 5{CATERINA}“Let's get out of here.” Alessandro spoke, his words slurring a little because of how tipsy he was. He stood up, holding out his hand for me to take, and I took it.He led me out of the private lounge, and then out of the club while holding my hand and shielding me from the drunk men all over the place.“Did you come in a car?” Alessandro asked when we got to the parking lot, and I shook my head.“No, I came in an Uber. Why'd you ask?” I quizzed.“I asked so we'd know what to do with your car, but it's a good thing you didn't come in one.” He responded, and I slowly bobbed my head.“I figured I'd be drinking tonight, so coming in an Uber was the best option.” I spoke, and he nodded. “How are we getting to your place? Did you come with a car?”“Sure did. Our ride’s over there.” Alessandro said, pointing to the right. I looked towards where he was pointing at to see a shiny red sports car, and my eyes widened slightly. He surely knew how to spend his money. The car

Chapter 7{CATERINA}“Shadow, he's asleep. Where is his office?” I whispered as I picked up my purse and backed away from the couch.“End of the hallway, last door on the right,” Shadow’s voice crackled in my earpiece. “Move fast.”I moved carefully, my heels barely making a sound against the cold marble floor. The hallway stretched ahead, dimly lit by the golden sconces lining the walls, casting long, distorted shadows. Every inch of the house reeked of wealth—opulence in its purest form—but right now, all I could focus on was the suffocating silence.Each step forward felt heavier than the last, my heartbeat hammering against my ribs like a ticking bomb. I wasn't a stranger to breaking into places like this, but something about tonight felt different. Maybe it was the weight of my father’s orders, the uncertainty surrounding why he wanted this mask, or maybe—just maybe—it was him.Alessandro.My mind flickered back to the sight of him sprawled on the couch, his breathing slow and de

Chapter 9{CATERINA}I barely got a wink of sleep.The mission had been a success—technically. I had stolen the mask, slipped away undetected, and left Alessandro asleep on his own couch, completely unaware of what had happened. Yet, instead of feeling victorious, my mind wouldn't stop replaying the events of the night.I sat up in bed, stretching out my limbs, but the tension in my shoulders didn’t ease. My eyes flickered to the nightstand where the mask sat, untouched. It gleamed under the dim light, its intricate design almost hypnotizing. I had spent the entire night staring at it, wondering why it was so important.Why would my father send me on such a high-risk mission for something that, at first glance, seemed like nothing more than an expensive artifact?And then there was Alessandro.The image of him, sprawled out on the couch, his sharp features softened by sleep, refused to leave my head. I groaned, pressing my fingers to my lips. I could still feel the way he kissed me—sl