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11: A Dance Of Deviance
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The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 12. Defying the Devil
Elena's POV The words were coarse, brutal, leaving no room for misunderstanding. I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin, his hand coming up to brush my cheek with a strange, almost mocking gentleness. His fingers lingered, trailing down my face, as if savoring the defiance that tightened my jaw and the fury in my glare.Every instinct in me screamed to back away, to run. But there was nowhere to go, no chance of escape. I forced myself to stand my ground, heart pounding as he stared at me down, his intentions clear, his gaze dark and firm.The moment his fingers reached for the neckline of my dress, I felt rage surge through me…hot and fierce. This was my last straw. I couldn’t stand here, a mere object for him to discard when he’d had his fill. I didn’t think; I just acted. My hand flew up, smacking him hard across the cheek.He went absolutely still.“That’s right, Dante!” I shouted, my voice shaking with anger. “You don’t own me. I am not here for your entertainment!”
Last Updated : 2024-11-08The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 13. Torn Between Control and Obsession
Dante's POV.I watched her walk away, that small, defiant firebrand of a girl, clutching her torn dress like it was her shield. My cheek still stung from her slap, the sting sharper than any knife wound I’d taken. I raised a hand to touch where she’d hit me, half-expecting to feel blood, though that would have been less humiliating. A slap from a petite, twenty-one-year-old woman. Me, Dante Moretti, one of the most feared men in this damned city, slapped by a woman who should have been too scared to breathe in my presence.I couldn't wrap my mind around it. None of my men would dare raise a hand to me. Hell, even my so-called friends know better than to cross me like that. And here she was…Elena. Thrown into my life by her bastard brother, who’d all but served her up on a silver platter. And somehow, in the days she’d been here, she’d managed to set something loose in me that I hadn’t felt in years. It wasn’t just lust. No, that would’ve been easier to control. She’d gotten under my s
Last Updated : 2024-11-08The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 14: Just Like Poison
Elena's POV.I sat at the edge of the bed, clutching my knees to my chest as the room spun in dizzying circles. The air felt heavy, thick with the smell of my own fear. My heart hammered in my chest, an endless drumbeat that never seemed to stop. I knew Dante would storm in at any moment. I could feel his presence hovering like a shadow over me, suffocating me with each breath I took.I’d expected it…him barging in, furious, and probably ending me right then and there. The slap. The defiance. He wouldn’t let it go. It was a matter of pride for him. A dangerous man, one who had made a reputation for destroying everything in his path. And I had dared to defy him.But nothing happened. Hours had passed. Time stretched on, thick and oppressive, and yet no footsteps came to my door. No shout, no knock, no angry command. I couldn’t stop myself from waiting, though. Waiting for the sound of his boots against the floor, the door slamming open, his cold, venomous eyes locking onto mine.But th
Last Updated : 2024-11-09The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 15: His Surprising Grand Gesture
Elena's POV.The night seemed to stretch on endlessly, each hour blending into the next, and I sat alone in my room, the silence pressing in on me heavily. I couldn’t escape the unease that tugged at me, the constant uncertainty of what Dante might do next. I had no control over my fate, no idea what his next move would be. And that was the most terrifying part…his unpredictability.I wasn’t sure how long I had been sitting there, mind racing with questions I couldn’t answer, when the door to my room creaked open. My heart leapt in my chest, fear coursing through me. But when I looked up, it wasn’t Dante who stood in the doorway.It was two of his men, their eyes cold and unreadable as they stepped aside, allowing another figure to enter the room. This time, it wasn’t some casual delivery or a routine check. There was something different about the way they moved, the way the air seemed to thicken around them.The man in front of them was holding something large and wrapped in black c
Last Updated : 2024-11-09The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 16: Blood and Memories
Dante's POV. The crowd parted as I walked through the square, their eyes wide with fear, parents pulling their children back, vendors abandoning their carts. Whispers of my name slithered through the air, and it was exactly what I wanted. I wanted them to see. To know what happened when loyalty was a lie. I spotted Luca first, cowering against a fruit stall, his face pale and trembling. When he locked eyes with me, he looked like he’d seen the devil himself. Good. That’s what I was to them…a devil in human form. “Dante…” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. I took a step closer, narrowing my eyes. “Is that all you have to say, Luca? After you betrayed everything you owed to me?” My voice was cold, each word a shard of ice sinking into him. He began to stammer, his hands raised, palms out as if he could ward me off. “Boss, please… it wasn’t… I didn’t…” “Didn’t what?” I leaned in, close enough to see the sweat beading on his forehead. “Didn’t sell me out to Ange
Last Updated : 2024-11-10The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 17: Choke
Elena's POV.I sat alone in my room, waiting, my heart pounding in my chest. Every sound in the house felt like it was Dante coming to finally make good on his threats. Part of me was sure that he’d storm in any moment, a dark shadow ready to end me. But the hours passed, and nothing happened.Then, finally, there was a knock on the door. My heart leapt, fear tightening my throat. I steeled myself, prepared to see Dante’s cold eyes on the other side. But it wasn’t him. It was one of his men. He was stone-faced, giving nothing away, just standing there with his dark suit and unreadable expression.“Mr. Moretti wants to see you,” he said flatly.My heart sank. So, it was time. I forced myself to get up, refusing to let my fear show. If this was how it would end, I’d at least face him with my pride intact. I wouldn’t beg. I wouldn’t show weakness.The walk to the dining room felt endless, the halls lined with men who looked at me as though I were some fragile thing about to break. Their
Last Updated : 2024-11-12The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 18: Unsettling Vulnerability
Dante's POV.I stood by the doorway, my arms crossed, my face set in a cold mask, but inside, there was a tugging irritation, a feeling I rarely entertained. Elena lay on the bed, her skin pale, her breathing still labored as she tried to rest. I hadn’t planned on seeing her like this, hadn’t expected to feel the grip of tension that had lodged in my chest when that damn bone had gotten stuck in her throat.Damn it, she wasn’t supposed to have this effect on me. She was nothing more than a pawn in a bigger game, a woman tossed my way as payment for her brother’s betrayal. And yet, I hadn’t expected her to be so… stubborn. So aggravatingly defiant, even when faced with someone like me. Her boldness was endless, enough to leave an imprint.I watched as Dr. Marco worked carefully, his expression calm and unhurried. Marco had been with me and my men for years, stitching up bullet wounds, setting broken bones, never batting an eye. But even he seemed to take his time with Elena, his hands
Last Updated : 2024-11-12The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 19: Nightmares and Attack
Dante's POVThe nightmare came again, dragging me into its merciless grip.I was running…lungs burning, legs heavy, my blood soaking through the shirt I had pressed against the wound on my side. Every step echoed in my head, the thud of my shoes against the ground blending with the screams. I pushed through the door, desperate, calling her name."Isabella!"Her name ripped from my throat like a prayer, but what greeted me was the sight of her crumpled on the floor, her pale hands clutching her swollen belly. Blood. So much blood."Isabella!" I dropped to my knees, shaking her, begging her to open her eyes. But they were lifeless, staring at nothing. My hands were wet with her blood as I held her close, her warmth fading as I screamed into the void.And then her lips moved…not with words, but with a final, fleeting breath. The baby...our baby...gone."No!" I roared, thrashing against the memory, but it wouldn't let me go.The sound of my own voice woke me, yanking me back to reality. I
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The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 55: Edge Of Control (Mature)
Elena's POV.We moved through the narrow alleyways, the faint hum of city life around us masking our hurried footsteps. Dante kept glancing over his shoulder, his grip on my hand firm, his movements sharp and deliberate. His jacket was torn at the sleeve, blood staining the fabric. I wanted to stop and check if he was okay, but I knew better than to suggest it now.The streets had given way to quieter backroads lined with crumbling buildings and overgrown weeds. Dante slowed, his sharp gaze darting around until he stopped in front of an abandoned shop.“Here,” he said, his voice low but firm. He pushed the door open with his shoulder, the hinges creaking in protest.Inside, the place was a mess. Dust clung to the air, and broken furniture was scattered across the floor. Dante moved ahead, kicking away debris to clear a path. “We’ll stay here for now.”I leaned against a nearby counter, catching my breath. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving me acutely aware of the burning in my le
The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 53: Through Fire and Shadows
Elena's POV. The storage room was chaos. Dante was a force of nature, firing with a precision that left no room for mistakes. I crouched low behind the crates, clutching my knees to my chest, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Every loud crack of gunfire made me flinch, but I couldn’t look away from him. He moved like he’d done this a thousand times, but the tension in his jaw told me he wasn’t invincible. Not here. Not now. And definitely not alone. “Dante!” I shouted over the noise. My voice cracked, but I didn’t care. He didn’t even glance my way, his focus locked on the men flooding the room. “We’re not getting out of this unless you run!” he yelled back, his voice harsh but layered with something I couldn’t name. Desperation, maybe. Or fear. Fear for me. I shook my head, crawling toward him despite his protests. “I’m not leaving you!” “You don’t get it!” he snarled, firing another shot. “This isn’t a negotiation, Elena!” But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Something about
The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 53: Through the Fire and Shadows
Elena's POV.The storage room was chaos. Dante was a force of nature, firing with a precision that left no room for mistakes. I crouched low behind the crates, clutching my knees to my chest, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Every loud crack of gunfire made me flinch, but I couldn’t look away from him. He moved like he’d done this a thousand times, but the tension in his jaw told me he wasn’t invincible. Not here. Not now.And definitely not alone.“Dante!” I shouted over the noise. My voice cracked, but I didn’t care. He didn’t even glance my way, his focus locked on the men flooding the room.“We’re not getting out of this unless you run!” he yelled back, his voice harsh but layered with something I couldn’t name. Desperation, maybe. Or fear. Fear for me.I shook my head, crawling toward him despite his protests. “I’m not leaving you!”“You don’t get it!” he snarled, firing another shot. “This isn’t a negotiation, Elena!”But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Something about the wa
The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 52: No Way Out
Dante's POV. My heart pounded, not from fear of the bullets…I’d faced them too many times to count, but because I had her to think about now. “Stay close!” I barked, glancing back. Her face was pale, her wide eyes darting around the scene as if trying to process the madness unfolding around us. “What’s happening, Dante?” Her voice trembled, but there was a sharp edge of demand in it. “Not now,” I said tersely, yanking her to the side as a bullet whizzed past us, close enough that I felt its heat. My instincts screamed for action, but I shoved them down, focusing on finding cover. The park, once serene, was now a battlefield. Families abandoned picnic blankets, couples screamed as they dove for safety, and children clung to their parents, wailing. Angelo’s men were swarming, their black suits standing out among the fleeing civilians. “Over here!” I spotted an old maintenance building up ahead, its chipped walls offering some semblance of shelter. I pulled Elena toward it, weaving
The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 51: Under Fire
Dante's POV. The park was quiet but alive, the early morning crowd just starting to pick up. Elena walked beside me, her hands clasped loosely in front of her, her eyes wandering over the greenery and the clusters of people gathered on benches. It wasn’t often I had the time to do something as mundane as this…walking in the open, pretending for a moment that I wasn’t a man with a target on my back. But Elena had wanted to go, and I found myself indulging her far more than I ever thought I would. “I’ll be back,” I told her as my phone buzzed in my pocket. The call was unavoidable; Luca wouldn’t have interrupted unless it was urgent. “Stay close.” She nodded absentmindedly, already distracted by a group of children chasing each other near the fountain. I stepped away, still keeping her within my sight as I answered the call. “Yes?” I barked into the phone, my voice low. “Dante, we’ve got movement on the docks. We think Angelo’s men are…” “I don’t care what you think. Get confirma
The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 50: The Distance Between Us
Dante's POV. Elena was pulling away, and it was my fault. I noticed it the next morning, the way she barely looked at me when we passed each other in the hall. She was still polite, still offered a soft “good morning,” but her voice lacked that fire I’d come to expect from her. At first, I told myself it was better this way. She needed to understand that my world wasn’t for her. That getting too close to me would only drag her into the darkness I lived with every day. But as the days passed, her silence started to weigh on me. She didn’t argue with me anymore, didn’t throw those sharp-witted comments my way like she used to. She ate dinner at the far end of the table instead of sitting near me. She stopped wandering into my office to challenge me with her questions or to steal glances when she thought I wasn’t paying attention. She was still here, but she felt so far away, and it was driving me insane. One afternoon, I caught her in the library. She was curled up on the couch, a
The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 49: The Ghost Of Her
Elena's POV.The following morning, the air inside the mansion felt heavier than usual. Maybe it was just me…or maybe it was the way Dante’s men whispered around me like I was some forbidden creature. I wasn’t in the mood to decipher their behavior. My mind was still a tangled mess from everything that had happened yesterday. Marcus, Dante, the way he held me together when I thought I might shatter into a million pieces.But today, something else drew my attention.I was exploring the mansion again, not because I was trying to escape this time but because curiosity had sunk its claws into me. Dante’s world was terrifying, yes, but it was also intoxicating. The massiveness, the secrets hidden behind every closed door, the dangerous man who made me feel more alive than I’d ever been before…it all kept pulling me in deeper.That’s when I found it: a door at the end of the west wing, slightly ajar but still shadowed, almost like it wanted to hide in plain sight.I didn’t hear any of the g
The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 48: A Walk In The Night
Elena's POVThe car ride was silent after I’d cried myself dry, and Dante had handed me his handkerchief. It wasn’t much, but it was something. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time, gauging me, trying to figure me out in that maddening, calculating way of his.When the car came to a stop in front of his villa, I stepped out, letting the cool night air brush against my tear-streaked face. The villa was ahead grand and firm, much like the man standing behind me.Dante followed silently, his presence heavy, commanding. I wasn’t sure what to say to him after everything. My emotions were a mess…grief, betrayal, and confusion tangling into one…but if there was one thing I was sure of, it was that I didn’t hate anything about him. Not anymore.If anything, I liked that he was with me. I liked that he stayed even when I was at my lowest. The thought scared me, but I couldn’t deny it anymore.“I want to walk,” I said, my voice was a little bit too low for my own good.But he heard me an
The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 47: Tears In The Backseat
Dante’s POVThe car was quiet, save for the muffled sound of Elena’s sniffles beside me. She sat in the back seat, arms crossed tightly around herself, her face turned away toward the window. Even from where I sat, I could see her shoulders trembling, her head bowed. She was crying, trying hard to hide it, but failing miserably.Damn Marcus. That idiot of a brother. The mere thought of him made my jaw clench. I couldn’t believe she’d been forced to share blood with a man so vile, so weak. The anger burned in me like an old wound reopening, but when I looked at her, it dulled into something I couldn’t quite name. She didn’t deserve this. Not the betrayal, not the pain, and definitely not him.I shifted uncomfortably, my hands resting on my thighs. What the hell was I supposed to do? Comforting someone wasn’t exactly my forte. I’d spent years building walls, mastering silence, and commanding fear, not soothing broken hearts. And yet, watching her cry made something twist in my chest. It
