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The 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
Last Updated : 2024-12-18The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 44: A Bit of Vulnerability
Elena’s POV Suddenly, something happened. He pulled away from me. As if he hadn't just told me he was falling too. The warmth of his embrace vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by a cold distance. Dante stood there, his jaw tight, his eyes dark with something that wasn’t quite anger. Guilt, maybe? Fear? Whatever it was, it tugged at him, tearing him apart piece by piece. “I shouldn’t have let this happen,” he muttered, his voice low, as if he was referring to something else. “Let what happen?” I stepped closer, refusing to let him run from this. From me. “You,” he said, looking at me like I was the greatest temptation he’d ever faced…and the most dangerous. “This. Whatever this is.”Was he kidding me? After everything that had happened between us in the past few days? After the way he made me feel just few minutes ago? I crossed my arms, refusing to be intimidated. “You think you can just walk away? Pretend like I don’t exist? Like we don’t exist?” “Elena...” His voice wa
Last Updated : 2024-12-19The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 45: Shadows Of Mafioso
Dante’s POVThe drive to the warehouse was silent, save for the faint sound of the engine. I could feel Elena’s eyes on me, her gaze burning into the side of my face, but I didn’t look at her. Couldn’t. My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, the leather creaking under the pressure.This was a mistake. Bringing her here, letting her see this side of me…it was reckless, dangerous. But wasn’t that exactly what I wanted? To scare her, to push her so far that she would hate me, despise me, anything to keep her from getting too close.Because she was getting close. Too close.And I hated myself for liking it.When I finally pulled up to the old, abandoned warehouse, my men were already waiting outside, their faces hard, expressions unreadable. As I stepped out of the car, I felt their gazes flick to Elena, who followed me without hesitation. She wasn’t supposed to come, but she hadn’t exactly given me a choice.“You stay close,” I said, my voice low and sharp. “Don’t sp
Last Updated : 2024-12-19The 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
Last Updated : 2024-12-20The 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
Last Updated : 2024-12-21The 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
Last Updated : 2024-12-21The 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
Last Updated : 2024-12-22The 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
Last Updated : 2024-12-22
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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
