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The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 31: Vengeance In Her Veins
Carina's POV.I stood at the edge of the building, my binoculars trained on the garden below. Dante, the man I had vowed to destroy, was down there. With her.I didn’t know who she was, and I didn’t care. Her name, her story, none of it mattered. What mattered was that she was touching him, clinging to him like he was the damn air she needed to breathe. Dante's hands…those same hands that destroyed everything I held dear—were on her waist, pulling her close, holding her like she was his.My jaw tightened, and I felt my nails bite into my palms. That bastard. He looked so calm, so collected, like he wasn’t the same monster who had ripped my world apart. And her? She was letting him kiss her like he wasn’t the reason my sister was lying six feet under.The sight of them made my blood boil.“He doesn’t deserve to be happy,” I muttered, lowering the binoculars for a moment. My voice was ice, sharp enough to cut. The men behind me shifted uncomfortably, but none of them dared speak. They k
Last Updated : 2024-12-05The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 32: Through The Glass
Elena's POV.I slammed the door behind me, leaning against it as if it could somehow keep my thoughts out. My chest was rising and falling, my breath uneven. The room was quiet, too quiet, and that only made the memories of the garden louder in my head.“What the hell are you doing, Elena?” I muttered to myself, pacing the floor. My bare feet slapped against the cold marble as I moved back and forth, my hands tugging at my hair. “He’s dangerous. He’s your captor. You should hate him.”But did I?I groaned, throwing myself onto the edge of the bed, burying my face in my hands. The image of Dante leaning over me, his eyes dark and piercing, his voice filled with control—it wouldn’t leave my head. And that kiss… God, that kiss. My stomach fluttered at the thought of it. The way his lips moved against mine, the way he held me like I belonged to him.“It’s insane,” I said out loud, shaking my head. “Absolutely insane.” I stood up again, pacing. “You don’t want him, Elena. You don’t. You ca
Last Updated : 2024-12-08The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 33: Her Face, His Weakness
Dante's POVThe door splintered with a loud crack as my men stormed through, the sound echoing through the silent neighborhood. I walked in last, calm and deliberate, the heavy weight of my gun against my palm grounding me. The stench of fear was thick in the air, and it only got worse when Enzo yanked the man out of his bed and tossed him to the floor."Please, no!" The man scrambled backward, his hands out in front of him, pleading. He was a middle-aged coward, all sweat and desperation, trembling like a rat cornered by a snake."Get up," I ordered, my voice low but slicing through the room like a blade. He flinched, his bloodshot eyes darting between me and my men. When he didn’t move, Enzo hauled him to his feet, slamming him against the nearest wall."You think you can owe me a million dollars and just... what? Sleep peacefully at night?" I said, taking slow steps toward him. My voice was steady, calm even, but it made his knees buckle. I grabbed his chin roughly, forcing him to
Last Updated : 2024-12-08The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 34: Marked For Vengeance
Elena's POV.I woke up to the sound of chaos.At first, it was a distant thud…faint, muffled. I stirred, groggy, unsure if it was real or if my dreams were bleeding into reality. But then came the sharp crack of gunfire, loud and unmistakable. My eyes snapped open, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum.What the hell was going on?I sat up, my breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. The gunfire grew louder, closer, followed by the chilling sound of screams. My fingers gripped the edge of the bed as a cold wave of fear washed over me."Dante," I whispered, my voice shaky. Of course, it had to be him. He was probably out there right now, doing God knows what. Killing. Destroying. That’s who he was.A monster.I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my body trembling. My bare feet hit the cold floor as I crouched low, trying to steady my breathing. The noises outside didn’t stop. They only grew louder, more violent. A deep male scream pierced the air, followed by another gunshot.W
Last Updated : 2024-12-09The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 35: Deadly Standoff
Dante's POVThe car hummed as it sped through the quiet streets, but my mind wasn’t calm. Something tugged at me…something I couldn’t shake. I leaned back against the leather seat, one arm stretched along the edge, my fingers drumming a restless rhythm.“Driver, faster,” I snapped, my voice cutting through the silence in the car.Enzo turned his head slightly from the passenger seat, his brow furrowed. “Boss, everything alright?”I didn’t answer. The unease in my chest was heavy, pressing like a vice. My eyes flicked to the city lights outside the window, but they couldn’t distract me. Something wasn’t right.The driver obeyed, his foot pressing harder on the gas. The streets blurred past, but it wasn’t fast enough.By the time we turned the final corner, I saw the glow of flashing lights in the distance. My chest tightened. As we got closer, the unmistakable sound of gunfire echoed through the night.“Stop the car,” I growled.The tires screeched as the driver pulled to a halt just o
Last Updated : 2024-12-11The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 36: Consolation
Dante's POV.The cold steel of the gun pressed into Carina’s neck as I tightened my grip on her. Her men still hesitated, their weapons raised but fingers trembling on the triggers. My own men mirrored their stance, a dangerous standoff that felt like it could snap at any second. The tension in the air was suffocating, but I didn’t waver. My hand was steady, my voice lethal as I leaned in closer to Carina’s ear.“You think I won’t pull this trigger?” I growled low, the words slicing through the tense silence. “You’ve already crossed every line tonight, Carina. Keep pushing, and I’ll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life…however short that may be.”Carina smirked despite the gun digging into her neck, her eyes blazing with defiance. “You think you’re untouchable, Dante? You might scare them,” she sneered, tilting her head toward her men, “but you don’t scare me.”I laughed, dark and humorless. “Then you’re either braver than most or dumber than I thought.” My voice dropped
Last Updated : 2024-12-13The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 37: In The Hands Of A Monster
Elena's POVI didn’t sleep. How could I? My body was heavy with exhaustion, but my mind wouldn’t let me rest. Every time I closed my eyes, flashes of last night came rushing back…the gunshots, Carina’s smirk, the hit to my face. My lip throbbed, swollen and tender, a sharp reminder of how close I’d come to… I didn’t even want to think about it.The room was quiet except for the sound of my breathing. The faint morning light seeped through the curtains, but it did nothing to warm me. My arms were wrapped tightly around my knees, my body curled up on the edge of the bed. I felt cold, vulnerable, and unsure. What kind of madness had I stumbled into? How had my life become this chaos?The sound of the door creaking open startled me, and I whipped my head toward it, heart pounding. Dante stepped in, carrying a tray. Himself. Not one of his men. Him. It wasn’t something I expected from a man like him, dangerous, cold, calculating, but here he was, balancing a tray of food like some normal m
Last Updated : 2024-12-14The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 38: Concern
Dante’s POVThe sun was setting, and the shadows in the room seemed to stretch farther than usual. My men had been dismissed for the evening, though I knew they’d keep watch from a distance. This wasn’t just about security anymore…it was about finding peace in the chaos, for her. For Elena.She’d been restless ever since that night. She barely spoke, and when she did, her words were short, her eyes distant. It grated on me more than it should have. The bruises on her lip and cheek were fading, but her spirit…her fire…seemed dimmed.That wasn’t her.“Elena,” I said earlier that day, my voice low but firm, catching her in the hallway. “Pack a bag.”Her brows furrowed, confusion flashing across her face. “For what?”“We’re leaving,” I replied without elaboration. She opened her mouth to argue, I could see the resistance brewing in her eyes…but I didn’t give her the chance. “Just do it.”And now, here we were.I had flown her out of the city to one of my private villas, perched high on a
Last Updated : 2024-12-15
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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
The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 46: Running Into The Brother Who Betrayed Me
Elena's POV.I never thought I’d end up here…falling for a man who had stolen me from my life, a man so dangerous the mere mention of his name sent shivers down the spine of anyone who knew him. But here I was. Stuck. There was no going back now. And the worst part? I didn’t even want to.Dante had taken me shopping today. It wasn’t a casual outing…nothing with him ever was. The moment we stepped out of his sleek black car, his men swarmed the street like shadows, keeping their eyes on everything that moved. Their presence should’ve made me feel trapped, but all I could focus on was him. Dante walked beside me, his hand firmly resting on my lower back, guiding me like he owned me.And maybe he did.“Pick anything you like,” he said, his voice low and commanding. He didn’t even glance at the price tags. Dante wasn’t the type to care about things like that.I tried to remind myself of who I was before all this…a woman who would’ve been upset at his possessiveness, yelled at him for dari
