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35: Deadly Standoff
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The 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
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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 : 2024-12-15The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 39: His To Claim (Mature)
Elena’s POV My breath hitched as Dante’s fingers toyed with the hem of my shirt, his dark eyes scanning my face for any sign of hesitation. I didn’t pull away, though my body trembled under his intense gaze. He moved slowly, deliberately, his fingertips grazing my skin as he lifted the fabric. The cool air kissed my bare skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating off him. Dante’s lips curved into a small smirk as he leaned in, his warm breath brushing against my ear. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, his voice low, almost teasing. “I-I’m fine,” I managed to whisper, though my voice betrayed me. His hands paused for a moment, resting on my waist, his thumbs brushing lazy circles on my skin. “You’re not fine,” he said softly, his tone dipping into something gentler. “But I’ll fix that. Trust me.” I swallowed hard, my heart racing. Trust him? He was dangerous, reckless, unpredictable…but at the same time, he was captivating. His presence consumed every corner of the
Last Updated : 2024-12-15The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 40: Irresistible Pull
Elena’s POVThe morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft, warm streaks across the room. I lay there, tangled in the sheets, my body sore but oddly satisfied. For a moment, I didn’t move. I just stared at the ceiling, listening to the quiet, the stillness of the room.I was alone. Dante was nowhere to be seen. But his presence lingered in the air, heavy and suffocating, like a drug I couldn’t shake. I could feel him everywhere…his touch, his voice, his heat. It was like he was a part of me now, etched into my skin, impossible to forget.God, what was wrong with me?I sat up slowly, wincing as my muscles protested, but it didn’t stop the blush that crept up my cheeks. I couldn’t help it. How could I? Yesterday felt like a dream, a crazy, insane dream that I never wanted to wake from. I ran a hand through my messy hair, my thoughts spiraling.“What the hell did I do?” I whispered to myself, shaking my head. “How could I let him do that?”My lips tingled at the memory of
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Dante's POV.The morning sun was down as I walked beside Elena, her smaller frame clad in a sundress I had chosen for her. It wasn’t her style, but it suited her in a way that irritated me. She shouldn’t look that good, that effortless. My eyes trailed down to her bare legs, the memory of them wrapped around my waist still too fresh.I clenched my jaw.She was perfect. Too perfect. And that was the problem.My plan had been simple…break her. Make her fall for me, body and soul, then crush her. It wasn’t personal; it was necessary. A lesson for her and the world. But now? I wasn’t so sure. The girl was getting under my skin in ways I couldn’t explain.Elena had no clue.I watched her face light up as we arrived at our first stop…a secluded beach I’d reserved for the day. She turned to me, her lips parting slightly as she took in the endless stretch of sand and the sapphire waves crashing against the shore.“This… this is beautiful,” she said softly, her voice like a whisper carried by
Last Updated : 2024-12-17The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 42: Dark Obsession (II)
Dante's POV.I should have stopped. I should have pulled back, reminded myself of the walls I had built around my heart, but there was something in her eyes…a raw, innocent trust…that shattered whatever control I thought I still had. She was asking for something I wasn’t sure I was capable of giving. But damn if I wasn’t willing to try.Her hand trailed down my chest, her fingers brushing over my skin in a way that felt almost reverent. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had touched me like that. Like I wasn’t just an object to be used, but something... something worthy of care. And that thought terrified me.I lowered her back to the ground, but she didn’t pull away. Her hands moved with more confidence now, undressing me in the light of the room, the sound of our breathing the only thing filling the silence. Her touch was like fire, every stroke sending shivers down my spine, igniting a hunger deep within me.Her lips moved to my neck, soft and slow, and I groaned, the sound
Last Updated : 2024-12-17The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 43: Confessions
Elena's POV. The restaurant was silent, save for the faint sound of jazz humming through hidden speakers. Soft candlelight moving across the empty tables, shadows dancing on the walls. Dante had made sure no one else was here...just the two of us. He sat across from me, looking too composed, too sure of himself, his dark suit sharp against the warm glow of the room. “You’re quiet,” he said, breaking the silence. His deep voice slid across the table, brushing against me like velvet. I shrugged, poking at the food on my plate. “It’s... overwhelming.” He leaned back, his eyes narrowing as he studied me. “Overwhelming how?” “This,” I said, gesturing around. “All of it. The exclusivity, the attention to detail. It’s not—” I hesitated, searching for the words. “Not what you’re used to?” he finished for me, his lips curling into a small smirk. I shook my head. “Not what anyone’s used to, Dante. Normal people don’t book out entire restaurants for a date.” He arched a brow, lift
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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
