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70: No Mercy
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Last Updated : 2025-01-13The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 72: The Celebration
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Last Updated : 2025-01-14The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 74: Love On The Brink Of Fury
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Dante's POV.The moment the words left her lips, it felt like my world tilted on its axis. Pregnant. Elena was pregnant.I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. My mind screamed at me to say something, but my tongue felt like lead. My chest tightened, and for the first time in years, I felt utterly unprepared…powerless.“Elena…” I finally managed, my voice cracking in a way that betrayed me. Her tear-filled eyes met mine, and the vulnerability in her gaze cut through me like a blade. “You’re…pregnant?”She nodded slowly, her arms wrapping protectively around her stomach. “Yes, Dante. I didn’t know how to tell you…I didn’t know if I could.”I stumbled back a step, running a hand through my hair, trying to process the reality crashing down on me. Elena. The young woman I couldn’t stop loving even if I tried. Pregnant. With my child.“You’re carrying my baby,” I said, more to myself than to her. Saying it out loud made it feel real, and that reality hit me like a freight train.“Yes,” she whi
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The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 92: Lost Memories And Labor Pains
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The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 90: Amnesia
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The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 89: Her Cruel Finale
Dante's POV.The room was cold, damp, and reeked of fear. It was exactly how I wanted it. I stood just inside the doorway, staring at the woman tied to the chair in the center of the room. Carina. Isabella’s little sister.She had the same dark hair, the same sharp features, but there was none of the kindness Isabella had once carried in her eyes. Carina’s gaze was filled with nothing but venom, even as her lips curled into a defiant smirk.“Well,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. “If it isn’t the grieving lover. Come to avenge your little damsel in distress?”I didn’t answer. My silence made her smirk falter, just for a second.Enzo stood by the wall, his arms crossed, watching silently. He knew better than to interfere. This was personal.I stepped forward slowly, each step deliberate. My boots sounded against the concrete floor. Carina’s smirk returned, but there was unease behind it now.“You think you’re untouchable because of who you are,” I said, my voice low and stea
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The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 87: Losing His Mind
Dante's POV.The scene felt like a nightmare that had come to life, a cruelty of the past I thought I’d buried deep.From the moment Enzo’s phone call came through, my blood ran cold. “Boss, we’ve got her location. Carina’s behind this. She tricked Elena with that lottery scam,” he said. His voice was steady, but I could hear the edge of urgency underneath.I clenched the wheel so tight my knuckles turned white, trying to stay focused as we sped toward the address Enzo had sent. The thought of Elena being in Carina’s grasp churned my stomach. I’d underestimated Carina’s hatred…her obsession. And now, I was the one who had failed to protect the woman I loved.As we approached the building, I saw her. Elena stood outside, her hoodie pulled up as if it could shield her from the world. For a second, relief washed over me. She was free. Carina had released her. But something didn’t sit right. My gut told me this wasn’t over.Then I saw it. The headlights. A car barreling down the road stra
The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 86: Released Into Danger
Elena's POV.My head pounded as I came to. My arms felt like they were being yanked out of their sockets, tied tightly behind me. My legs were bound to the chair, and the air smelled of something metallic and sharp. I blinked, trying to clear the fog in my head.The room was cold, empty except for me and the chair I was tied to. The walls were a dull gray, and the only light came from a single bulb hanging overhead.Then I saw her.Carina.The same girl who had tried to kill me in Dante’s apartment. Her face was just as I remembered it, sharp, angry, filled with hate. Her long dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she was dressed in black leather, like she was ready for war."Finally awake," she sneered, crossing her arms. "I thought they’d given you too much."I clenched my jaw, refusing to show any fear. "Carina. Back to finish what you started?"Her lips curled into a smirk, but her eyes were full of anger. "You have no idea how much I hate you," she hissed, stepping closer.
The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive 85: The Set-up
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