The Mafia Boss Captive Novels & Stories

Justice, Mafia Style ______ "Let me go, you bastards!" Monica thrashed against the ropes binding her wrists and ankles, her screams echoing through the warehouse. The moment I stepped in, every man in the room turned to acknowledge me. "Welcome, boss," one of them greeted. Monica's frantic gaze snapped to me. "Leo?" Her face twisted in shock, then instantly softened as she switched tactics. "Leo, these people kidnapped me on my way to your house! I was coming to see you!" she cried.

Adrian Romano was the definition of everything I should have been avoiding. He’d kidnapped me… Was holding me hostage. Framing me for a murder I didn’t fucking commit. Blackmailing me if I didn’t cooperate with him. And the icing on the fucking cake… Was that he was the Capo of the Italian fucking Mafia. But I couldn’t deny the way that he made me feel. As he kissed me, I felt fireworks. I felt the sparks I’d been yearning for, for so long. With all of my previous boyfriends…

Camilla’s smirk widened, her fingers drumming lightly against the countertop. “Fine. I’ll get Bullet out. But first, you’re going to kidnap someone for me.” Her voice dipped into something darker, something twisted. “I want them tortured. I want them to see hell. And when I say done, you end them.” The man gave a single, sharp nod. “Consider it done.” “Good,” she murmured. “Because the only way you’re getting Bullet out of Vincent’s nest is by taking this person. The moment you do, there will be chaos. And that’s when you strike, Bullet will be rescued in the middle of the storm.”

But the man ahead of me never slowed, never even looked back. Then— A gunshot split the silence. Before I could react, a hand yanked me backward, a strong arm locking around my waist. Up ahead, my captor froze, his head snapping toward us. "Let her go," he warned, stepping forward. "And maybe I won’t have to kill you." The man holding me let out a low, ugly laugh. "Kill me?" he mocked. Cold steel pressed against my temple. "Or maybe I blow her fucking brains out. Tell me—what would Mario do if I sent him a video of me filling up his little whore?"

Not like a rat —Isabela suggested. Alejandro stepped out in a flawless suit. No handcuffs. No hood. He looked at Salvi with the shadow of a smile. —So now what, Commissioner? —Now, you’ll face the law. Something you’ve never known. Moretti bowed his head. —I never believed in the law. Until I saw what a man can do when he’s not for sale. The news exploded across the media like a bomb. “Alejandro Moretti, leader of the country’s most powerful mafia clan, captured.”

It had me clenching my stomach. “How even did a drug magnate this big go unchecked for so long before the police got on it?” I asked. The guy who had countered about why we were chasing Damien, said. “Like Cap said earlier, there are many corrupt officials and officers in all of LA.” Captain Morrison continued, “Before Damien took over, it was simply a matter of the family paying off these set of people just so they could go on with their business, which only happened in quiet back then and in not quite big a scale as it is now. " He paused, spreading his hands slightly into the air. "When Damien took over, he made it into an empire, and he rules over it all. Damien, however, didn’t seem to

"Let go of me! Help—!" Before the scream could fully leave my throat, the man lunged forward, throwing his heavy weight over my torso. A rough, calloused palm slammed brutally over my mouth, suffocating my cries. "I said shut up!" he snarled, his eyes wild as he pinned my wrists above my head. "You think you're safe here? You're just a captive whore. Someone paid me a lot of money to make sure the Capo’s favorite toy gets broken tonight. He won't want you when I'm done."

I wouldn't be surprised if they did it on purpose—shooting their own to prevent them from revealing anything. "Boss…" The boys take their positions. I glance at the captive. He’s covered in blood and looking quite weak. "He wouldn’t talk no matter what. We’ve tortured him enough to get answers, but he’s resilient, boss." "Hmm..." I squat in front of him. His face is covered in blood, his hands are tied behind his back, and his head is bowed. He groans and moans in pain. "What do you want in return? I can give you everything. Anything you desire. Just cooperate with us," I say. I don’t trust this guy. I know what they’re like. But this is how you extract secrets from your enemies—by offering

The Mafia Lord. The man who had destroyed countless families without blinking, who carved his empire from fear and corpses. And now… my captor. He lifted his gaze, locking on mine, and for a moment, the entire world stopped. “Bring her here,” he said, voice deep, controlled, and laced with arrogance that made it sound like an order from God Himself. My body went cold. “No! You can’t do this!” I screamed, kicking, struggling. My voice cracked, raw with terror. “Why me? I don’t even know you!”

He responded looking deep into my eyes before turning to the view the largest bay window off to the side offered us of the town below, his kisses all over my face. I had finally, found my happily ever after with my own Mafia Boss beside me, all I had to do… was become His Captured Princess. ~The End~