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Trapped by the Mafia Boss Chapter 1: Collateral
“What if I don’t want to do this? What if I don't want to sell my body like you—”The slap came faster than I could process, the sting spreading across my cheek as my head snapped to the side.“Don’t you dare question me,” my mother hissed, her voice venomous. “Do you think I wanted to do the things I did? Sleeping with men, lowering myself for you? I sacrificed everything to keep you fed and clothed. You owe me this, Sylvia.”Did every mother say that to their daughter?I held my burning cheek, staring at her in disbelief. Her face was twisted in anger, and the lies dripped from her mouth. She never sacrificed anything for me—not willingly. My father’s death had stripped away the thin veil of decency she once pretended to wear.I took a step back, swallowing the lump rising in my throat. “You didn’t do it for me,” I said quietly. My voice trembling despite my best effort to sound strong. “You did it for the money, for the heels and the dresses, for the nights you could pretend to be
Last Updated : 2025-01-09Trapped by the Mafia Boss Chapter 2: Yours
There was a problem with my plan, though. Mario Santiago was a 28-year-old, 6’5” trained killer. And me? I was a 5’4”, 22-year-old KFC waitress with zero qualifications for murder.Before the knife could even graze him, Mario spun around faster than I could blink. One second, I was holding the blade; the next, I was on the floor, flat on my back, and he was standing over me, swinging the knife casually like it was a toy.I was dead.There was no doubt about it. I was going to end up in one of those horror stories people whispered about—dumped in a ditch, hacked into pieces, or worse.Then he grinned.“I didn’t know you had that in you, Piccola.” His tone was almost playful. “I’m going to marry you.”I blinked. What?My heart was pounding so hard I couldn’t hear myself think. Mario Santiago—the deadliest man alive—was smiling at me. Talking about marriage. Like I hadn’t just tried to stab him.What kind of psycho smiles at an attempted murder?My voice cracked as I scrambled for words.
Last Updated : 2025-01-09Trapped by the Mafia Boss Chapter 3: Marry you.
Mario’s POVI took a long swig of vodka, letting the bitter burn scrape its way down my throat. My eyes squeezed shut as I swallowed, but it didn’t help.I hadn’t felt this twisted up inside since... well, since her. Two years ago. And now this girl—the way she looked at me, the way she fought me—she reminded me too much of her.A carbon copy. Same fire in her eyes. Same recklessness.I thought having her here would make me feel better, like it would fill the hole Vivianne left behind. Instead, it was carving me open all over again. What the fuck was I doing?“We’ve prepared her in your chambers, Santiago. Just like you wanted.”Lorenzo’s voice cut through my thoughts as he stepped into my office. He was the only one who could call me by my name, the only one who didn’t tread lightly around me. Maybe that’s why I kept him around—he didn’t put up with my shit.“Who did it?” I asked, my voice harsher than I intended. I took another swig of the bottle, but Lorenzo snatched it from my han
Last Updated : 2025-01-09Trapped by the Mafia Boss Chapter 4: Next.
I paced the room, my blood boiling. What exactly did Mario Santiago think he was? Some kind of god? Some untouchable tyrant? This was human trafficking, plain and simple. I was being sold off like a piece of meat. If I could just get out—just once—I’d march straight to the police station, slap a report on his head, and watch the whole empire crumble. I stopped by the window, yanking at the latch. Locked. Of course. It was sealed tighter than my chances of escaping this nightmare. The sunlight taunted me through the glass, bright and warm, reminding me of what freedom felt like—what it looked like. The door creaked open behind me, snapping me out of my thoughts. Two women entered, their faces grim. They carried baskets, and one pushed a trolley with what looked like clothes and makeup. The taller one—her sharp features framed by dark hair pulled back into a tight bun—immediately scowled when she saw me. “So it’s you,” she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. She gave me a on
Last Updated : 2025-01-09Trapped by the Mafia Boss AGAIN
SYLVIA'S POVThe moment I felt the cold nuzzle press against the back of my head, I knew I was going to die.I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the bullet, for the sharp, splitting pain that would drag me under. But it never came.Instead, there was a rush of movement, a force knocking the gun away, followed by the sound of bodies crashing to the ground."Run! Run and don’t fucking look back!"That was all I needed. My feet moved before my mind could catch up. I scrambled upright, bolting through the door so fast I nearly smacked my head against the frame. Outside, chaos reigned—people screaming, scattering, the air thick with panic from the first gunshot that had taken Mario down.I ran.Ran like my life depended on it.Tripping, staggering, barely registering the pain as I pushed forward, lungs burning, legs screaming. I burst onto the road, waving frantically for a car to stop. None did.And then I made the mistake of looking back.He was coming.A strangled breath left my throat
Last Updated : 2025-02-23Trapped by the Mafia Boss A show.
Sylvia’s POVThe rest of the journey was uneventful. No more threats, no people jumping out of the woods at us, just silence. When we finally emerged from the woods, a black car was already waiting.The drive back to the mansion was quiet, tense."Stay in the car. Don't move," one of Mario’s men ordered before stepping out. I watched as he disappeared into the house, only to return minutes later with a duffel bag, heavy and full. He tossed it into the trunk without a word, then motioned for me to switch cars.No questions. No explanations. Just orders.We drove for hours. Two, maybe more. Thirty minutes on a dirt road until we pulled up in front of a secluded cabin, a beautiful lake stretching out before it like something out of a painting.Too bad I wasn’t here for a vacation.One of the men escorted me inside, his expression unreadable. "Mario wants you here alone with him," he said, his voice flat. "You’ll do the cooking. A cleaner will come three times a week. And don’t even think
Last Updated : 2025-03-04Trapped by the Mafia Boss Small, Vulnerable.
Sylvia's POV Flashing Mario this early on wasn’t part of the plan.Hell, ever flashing Mario wasn’t supposed to happen.Yet here I was.Frozen. Mortified. Watching the damn smirk on his face grow like he’d just won the lottery. And then he had the audacity—the sheer nerve—to open his mouth."I really love seeing you like this, but the doctor said I shouldn’t fuck you crazy yet—y’know, to avoid tearing my stitches," he said, all bright-eyed and beaming like this was the best news ever.That was my slap back to reality.The audacity of this man!Heat burned my cheeks as I wrapped the towel tight around me, snatched up the second duffle bag, and stormed past him, shoving my shoulder against his on the way up the stairs. Once inside my room, I locked the door twice before pressing my forehead against it.I wanted to die.How was I ever supposed to face him again?Fuck.Taking a deep breath, I turned and unzipped the bag, expecting my old clothes. But the second I caught a glimpse of lace
Last Updated : 2025-03-04Trapped by the Mafia Boss Married.
SYLVIA'S POVI don’t know how long I just lay there, slowly rocking Mario until I drifted off to sleep. It was the first time I’d slept like a human in weeks. And then, suddenly, something yanked me back to reality. I felt the bed shift and my eyes snapped open.There he was—Mario—sitting up, staring at me like I was some damn ghost.“What the hell are you doing in my room?” His voice was sharp, as if I was some kind of trespasser.I blinked. What the hell was wrong with him? “Excuse me? You were crying like a damn baby last night!” I shot back, disbelief making my voice higher. Did he think I just waltzed in here to cuddle? Who did he think I was?His eyes narrowed. "That doesn’t explain why you're in my fucking bed!"“Maybe if you weren’t sobbing like a little kid, I wouldn’t be here!” I snapped back before I could stop myself. Oh shit.For a second, I saw his face flicker with something—hurt, confusion—but then it hardened. He looked like he wanted to rip my head off."Look, I didn
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Trapped by the Mafia Boss The elephant.
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
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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
