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Trapped by the Mafia Boss Soft. Slow. Certain.
Sylvia POVWhen Jackson finally let me go, I crumpled to the floor, coughing so hard I thought I was going to choke on air.“You fucking stay out of my business or you’ll fucking hate me, Sylvia. Keep your fucking nose out of my marriage,” Jackson growled, leaning in close enough that I could smell the alcohol on his breath. His eyes were wild, unhinged, like a man barely holding it together.Then he was gone, storming out and slamming the door so hard the hinges rattled.I sat there, stunned, trying to gather my thoughts, my heart still hammering in my chest. My limbs trembled as I forced myself to stand and stumbled into the bathroom. I needed to see it. Needed to know if the pain on my neck was as bad as it felt.When I looked in the mirror, I froze.A dark, angry red imprint of his hand was stamped across my throat.I lifted my fingers to trace it, wincing. It looked horrible. I let out a shaky sigh.That’s what I get for trying to help someone, I thought bitterly.My first instin
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SYLVIA'S POVThe drive to the restaurant Mario had picked out was calm... too calm. I stared out the window most of the way, watching trees blur past and trying not to think about the bruise hiding beneath my scarf.Mario talked through most of the ride. Something about a client. A deal. Numbers. Honestly, I wasn’t really listening. My mind kept drifting back to the living room floor, back to Jackson’s face twisted in anger, and it made me scared for Beth. What would he do to her if he found her?I nodded when I thought I should, gave a few “mmhm”s at intervals just to make it seem like I was following along. I wasn’t.Then suddenly, the car slowed and pulled over to the side of the road. My brows furrowed as I glanced at him.“You okay?” he asked, one hand resting on the steering wheel while the other turned slightly toward me. His eyes searched mine like he already knew something was off.“I’m fine,” I said quickly, too quickly, then shrugged. “Why?”He gave me that look... the kind
Last Updated : 2025-04-19Trapped by the Mafia Boss Fury.
SYLVIA'S POV"He's going to regret ever laying his hands on you." That was the only thing Mario said before he grabbed his phone from the table and swiftly turned to the staff. "Send the bill to my Financial PA, he’ll sort it out." His voice was firm, his jaw clenched as he shot a quick glance my way before heading toward the door."Mario, wait!" I called out, rushing to grab my bag. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to stop him or explain myself. The whole restaurant seemed to freeze as we passed, every eye on us, whispers following our every step.By the time I reached the car door, Mario was already inside the car, engine running, his hands gripping the wheel like he was ready to tear the world apart. The door slammed shut as I slid into the passenger seat, my heart pounding.He pulled away without a word, the tires squealing slightly as we sped down the street. I opened my mouth, tried to find the right words, but nothing came out. How could I explain? How could I justify not telling
Last Updated : 2025-04-19Trapped by the Mafia Boss She called them!
Sylvia's POVI couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe, Mario had rushed into the house, and now all I heard was the sounds of fists colliding with flesh.I could hear them grunting, the crash of furniture toppling over, and the sickening sound of bodies hitting the floor. Panic rushed through me, and my mind scrambled for any way to stop this.I rushed to the front door and peered in, my eyes searching for a way to intervene, but I was frozen in terror. Then I heard another loud crash, something shattered, followed by a painful grunt from Mario.That was it. I couldn’t just stand there.I quickly dialed 112, my fingers shaking as I pressed the numbers. The phone rang once, then twice, before the operator picked up in Italian."Polizia di Stato, come posso aiutarla?"I could barely make sense of the words, my throat too tight, but I screamed into the phone, “My husband and our neighbor are fighting, please, it’s horrible! They might kill each other if someone doesn’t stop them soon! Please
Last Updated : 2025-04-19Trapped by the Mafia Boss Beth
Sylvia’s POVEverything was plain white when my eyes fluttered open.The ceiling, the sheets, even the blinding light above me, it all blended into a hazy blur. The sterile smell of antiseptic clung to my nostrils. A dull, persistent throbbing pulsed at my neck, and when I tried to move, a tight tug held me back.A neck brace.My breath caught, panic creeping in slowly, until the door burst open.Footsteps echoed, fast and urgent. A doctor in a white coat rushed in, followed by two nurses. Their expressions shifted between worry and focus as they circled me.“Check her pulse again... blood pressure’s stable, oxygen okay,” one nurse said, scribbling onto a clipboard.The doctor leaned over me. “Signora… can you hear me? What is your name?”My lips parted. “Sylvia… Sylvia.”“Good,” he nodded. “Do you know what day it is?”I blinked. “No. I… I don’t remember.”“That’s okay. You’ve been unconscious for nearly twenty-four hours. You had severe bruising around your neck, likely from attemp
Last Updated : 2025-04-20Trapped by the Mafia Boss Need to leave.
SYLVIA’S POVWhen my eyes fluttered open again, everything felt hazy, muted and surreal, like I was floating just beneath the surface of water.“She's awake! She's awake!”The sudden excitement in the room jerked me back into awareness. A doctor and two nurses hovered over me. The harsh brightness of the hospital lights made me squint my eyes.“BP's coming up... 119 over 81.”“She’s stabilizing.”“We need another bag of fluids and slow down the oxygen.”Their voices overlapped, echoing in my ears like. I tried to move, but a tight, scratchy feeling in my throat made me wince, my ribs were hurting and it made me wonder if I had been given CPR.“Easy,” a nurse said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder. “You passed out, and stopped breathing for over a minute. But you’re safe now, okay? You’re safe.”I tried to nod, but even that took too much energy.I tried to remember why I had passed out, and when I did, a wave if nausea hit me hard. Beth was dead.Before I could dwell much on the t
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SYLVIA’S POVMario helped me sit up, one arm behind my back, the other holding his phone to his ear. He was barking orders, fast and urgent, but I was too out of it to follow what he was saying. My head was spinning again, the medicine pulling me under, but I caught one thing... “At the front!” and then his voice was gone, replaced by my own weak protest.“I don’t want to go,” I mumbled, trying to fall back into the bed. My body was heavy, every part of me aching, but Mario didn’t listen. He shushed me gently, scooped me into his arms like I weighed nothing, and started moving.I clung to his shirt, pressing my face into his chest. His heart was beating fast.“Can you take off your shirt?” I whispered. “I like your skin better.”My fingers were tangled in the fabric. I think I was smiling, but I wasn’t sure. Mario didn’t answer. He just started running.We burst through the hallway, my head bouncing slightly against his shoulder with each step. Two nurses appeared in front of us, bloc
Last Updated : 2025-04-22Trapped by the Mafia Boss Slightly Inappropriate
SYLVIA'S POV I woke up to a dull throb in my head… and something warm and heavy draped over my waist.Then I felt it.A large hand cupped gently over my breast from under, his palm firm and warm, and behind me… he was hard.I stiffened for a moment, my body tense by instinct, but I didn't pull away.My eyes fluttered open, and the morning light peeked in from the curtains. His hand didn’t move. It just rested there, holding me like I was fragile, like he knew I might break.And somehow, I didn’t feel fear.Instead, I felt wanted.I closed my eyes again, breathing him in. His scent. The rise and fall of his chest. The way his grip tightened slightly in his sleep, fingers curling just a little more.I bit back a sound, because even though it surprised me, even though it should’ve made me panic that I was half naked in bed with a man… it didn’t.It turned me on.A slow ache bloomed low in my belly. It was small, a spark. But real.I stayed like that for a few minutes, letting myself fee
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Mario’s POVShe’d said no, and I was proud of myself for stopping.I hadn’t always been the guy who respected boundaries. Hell, there was a time I wouldn’t have even thought to ask.But with Sylvia? I didn’t want to be anything less than careful. Less than perfect.Even if it meant walking out of that room with a hard-on that could crack rock.Her trembling voice when she told me to stop... That haunted me more than I expected.The way her eyes had gone wide, distant, like something had pulled her out of the present and dropped her in a memory she didn’t want to relive.And yet, after all of that, the way she curled back into me; quiet, warm, trusting.That part stuck even harder.She still trusted me. Even when her body remembered pain.And the worst part?I wanted her even more now."I think I'll go for a walk to clear my mind," Sylvia’s voice broke through my thoughts.She shifted away from me with a soft kiss to my lips, apologetic, then padded over to the table, picking up my shi
Trapped by the Mafia Boss Torture me.
Mario's POV I let out a shaky breath when Sylvia pressed into me even more."I don't think wiggling your butt on me is going to help me wait," I murmured against her ear.She chuckled softly, and I felt the vibrations through her neck, right into my chest. "I think I like torturing you," she replied, her voice teasing as she pressed her ass even harder against my throbbing dick.I groaned, gripping her waist tightly to steady her, and myself.“God, fuck, Sylvia.”“I thought you were a man with self-control?” she smirked, twisting in my arms and rolling onto her back.“I wanna see how long it takes before you break.”Then the covers slipped.My brain short-circuited for a second. Her bare chest was right there, perfect and soft, a delicate rise with each breath. If only she knew the things I wanted to do to her. How badly I wanted to bury my face between those curves, to suck and squeeze and taste every inch of her skin.But I didn’t move. I just stared, jaw clenched, heart racing lik
Trapped by the Mafia Boss Slightly Inappropriate
SYLVIA'S POV I woke up to a dull throb in my head… and something warm and heavy draped over my waist.Then I felt it.A large hand cupped gently over my breast from under, his palm firm and warm, and behind me… he was hard.I stiffened for a moment, my body tense by instinct, but I didn't pull away.My eyes fluttered open, and the morning light peeked in from the curtains. His hand didn’t move. It just rested there, holding me like I was fragile, like he knew I might break.And somehow, I didn’t feel fear.Instead, I felt wanted.I closed my eyes again, breathing him in. His scent. The rise and fall of his chest. The way his grip tightened slightly in his sleep, fingers curling just a little more.I bit back a sound, because even though it surprised me, even though it should’ve made me panic that I was half naked in bed with a man… it didn’t.It turned me on.A slow ache bloomed low in my belly. It was small, a spark. But real.I stayed like that for a few minutes, letting myself fee
Trapped by the Mafia Boss I think I love you.
SYLVIA’S POVMario helped me sit up, one arm behind my back, the other holding his phone to his ear. He was barking orders, fast and urgent, but I was too out of it to follow what he was saying. My head was spinning again, the medicine pulling me under, but I caught one thing... “At the front!” and then his voice was gone, replaced by my own weak protest.“I don’t want to go,” I mumbled, trying to fall back into the bed. My body was heavy, every part of me aching, but Mario didn’t listen. He shushed me gently, scooped me into his arms like I weighed nothing, and started moving.I clung to his shirt, pressing my face into his chest. His heart was beating fast.“Can you take off your shirt?” I whispered. “I like your skin better.”My fingers were tangled in the fabric. I think I was smiling, but I wasn’t sure. Mario didn’t answer. He just started running.We burst through the hallway, my head bouncing slightly against his shoulder with each step. Two nurses appeared in front of us, bloc
Trapped by the Mafia Boss Need to leave.
SYLVIA’S POVWhen my eyes fluttered open again, everything felt hazy, muted and surreal, like I was floating just beneath the surface of water.“She's awake! She's awake!”The sudden excitement in the room jerked me back into awareness. A doctor and two nurses hovered over me. The harsh brightness of the hospital lights made me squint my eyes.“BP's coming up... 119 over 81.”“She’s stabilizing.”“We need another bag of fluids and slow down the oxygen.”Their voices overlapped, echoing in my ears like. I tried to move, but a tight, scratchy feeling in my throat made me wince, my ribs were hurting and it made me wonder if I had been given CPR.“Easy,” a nurse said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder. “You passed out, and stopped breathing for over a minute. But you’re safe now, okay? You’re safe.”I tried to nod, but even that took too much energy.I tried to remember why I had passed out, and when I did, a wave if nausea hit me hard. Beth was dead.Before I could dwell much on the t
Trapped by the Mafia Boss Beth
Sylvia’s POVEverything was plain white when my eyes fluttered open.The ceiling, the sheets, even the blinding light above me, it all blended into a hazy blur. The sterile smell of antiseptic clung to my nostrils. A dull, persistent throbbing pulsed at my neck, and when I tried to move, a tight tug held me back.A neck brace.My breath caught, panic creeping in slowly, until the door burst open.Footsteps echoed, fast and urgent. A doctor in a white coat rushed in, followed by two nurses. Their expressions shifted between worry and focus as they circled me.“Check her pulse again... blood pressure’s stable, oxygen okay,” one nurse said, scribbling onto a clipboard.The doctor leaned over me. “Signora… can you hear me? What is your name?”My lips parted. “Sylvia… Sylvia.”“Good,” he nodded. “Do you know what day it is?”I blinked. “No. I… I don’t remember.”“That’s okay. You’ve been unconscious for nearly twenty-four hours. You had severe bruising around your neck, likely from attemp
Trapped by the Mafia Boss She called them!
Sylvia's POVI couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe, Mario had rushed into the house, and now all I heard was the sounds of fists colliding with flesh.I could hear them grunting, the crash of furniture toppling over, and the sickening sound of bodies hitting the floor. Panic rushed through me, and my mind scrambled for any way to stop this.I rushed to the front door and peered in, my eyes searching for a way to intervene, but I was frozen in terror. Then I heard another loud crash, something shattered, followed by a painful grunt from Mario.That was it. I couldn’t just stand there.I quickly dialed 112, my fingers shaking as I pressed the numbers. The phone rang once, then twice, before the operator picked up in Italian."Polizia di Stato, come posso aiutarla?"I could barely make sense of the words, my throat too tight, but I screamed into the phone, “My husband and our neighbor are fighting, please, it’s horrible! They might kill each other if someone doesn’t stop them soon! Please
Trapped by the Mafia Boss Fury.
SYLVIA'S POV"He's going to regret ever laying his hands on you." That was the only thing Mario said before he grabbed his phone from the table and swiftly turned to the staff. "Send the bill to my Financial PA, he’ll sort it out." His voice was firm, his jaw clenched as he shot a quick glance my way before heading toward the door."Mario, wait!" I called out, rushing to grab my bag. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to stop him or explain myself. The whole restaurant seemed to freeze as we passed, every eye on us, whispers following our every step.By the time I reached the car door, Mario was already inside the car, engine running, his hands gripping the wheel like he was ready to tear the world apart. The door slammed shut as I slid into the passenger seat, my heart pounding.He pulled away without a word, the tires squealing slightly as we sped down the street. I opened my mouth, tried to find the right words, but nothing came out. How could I explain? How could I justify not telling
Trapped by the Mafia Boss The date.
SYLVIA'S POVThe drive to the restaurant Mario had picked out was calm... too calm. I stared out the window most of the way, watching trees blur past and trying not to think about the bruise hiding beneath my scarf.Mario talked through most of the ride. Something about a client. A deal. Numbers. Honestly, I wasn’t really listening. My mind kept drifting back to the living room floor, back to Jackson’s face twisted in anger, and it made me scared for Beth. What would he do to her if he found her?I nodded when I thought I should, gave a few “mmhm”s at intervals just to make it seem like I was following along. I wasn’t.Then suddenly, the car slowed and pulled over to the side of the road. My brows furrowed as I glanced at him.“You okay?” he asked, one hand resting on the steering wheel while the other turned slightly toward me. His eyes searched mine like he already knew something was off.“I’m fine,” I said quickly, too quickly, then shrugged. “Why?”He gave me that look... the kind
