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Last Updated : 2025-03-31Trapped by the Mafia Boss Going to.
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Sylvia POV I was locked in combat with the woman, my fingers tangled in her hair, pulling as hard as I could. She struggled beneath me, her hands pushing at my chest in a desperate attempt to throw me off. But I wasn’t going anywhere.“Got something to say?” I sneered, my breath quick and uneven. “Go on. Say it.”I landed a punch, harder than I intended, but the satisfaction that came from it was short-lived. That's when I heard it; laughter. I froze, my body stiffening. I slowly turned my head and saw her. Another woman, standing by the door with her phone, videoing, a smug grin plastered on her face. It hit me in an instant: this whole thing was a setup.I had fallen for it.The woman on the floor stopped fighting for a moment, her bloodied lips curling into a grin as she glanced at her partner. The realization sank in, this was a bait for some juicy story drama. They’d planned this. I had been played.I stood up, pulling the woman’s hair one last time and punching her in the stoma
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SYLVIA’S POVI was too stunned to speak. My mouth hung open slightly, my eyes as wide as saucers as I stared at her."What... what did you just say?" I finally asked.She didn't answer right away, instead, she stared at the grass for a long, heavy moment, like she was trying to gather pieces of herself.When she finally spoke, her voice was so low, I had to lean closer to hear her."They gave the three of them guns after months of abuse," she said. "And they told them if they shot one of themselves, it would all end. The pain, the abuse, the fear... it would all be over. And they could go back to living normal lives."I blinked, feeling my stomach knot tighter and tighter."Gerard..." she paused, pressing her lips together. "Gerard used to be Mario’s favorite brother. And Gerard was Michael’s favorite too. But Mario and Michael... they didn’t get along.There was always tension there."She glanced at me, almost like she was asking for permission to keep going.I nodded silently, urgi
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Sylvia's POVMario didn’t come back that night after he stormed out.I barely slept, tossing and turning, glancing at my phone every few minutes like a fool waiting for a text that never came. By morning, there was still no sign of him. No message. No missed calls. Nothing.I asked around, clinging to hope. The staff all gave me the same helpless looks. Nobody knew anything.Or maybe they were lying. Maybe he had asked them not to tell me.By noon, I couldn’t take it anymore. Sitting around, waiting, pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside. My chest felt too tight. I needed to do something, anything. So I stormed upstairs, straight to Gerard’s room.I didn’t bother knocking. I pushed the door open and walked right in.He barely even looked at me. Just kept rummaging through a drawer, his back tense. A half-packed suitcase sat open on his bed, clothes tossed in like he didn’t give a damn where he was going."What do you want?" he muttered, voice sharp and dismissive.Something inside
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TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER MIGHT CONTAIN SCENES TRIGGERING TO VICTIM OF ABUSE.Sylvia's POVMario turned slightly, his body still shielding mine, to see who the intruder was. I barely lifted my head from his chest to catch a glimpse of Gerard standing there, his jaw clenched in a way that told me something wasn’t right.His voice came out hard and sharp. "Having sex in the garden isn’t really responsible, but there’s been a development," he said, his tone harsh, almost like he was jealous."We can talk about it later, I’m busy," Mario’s voice was hoarse, his words coming out with a rough edge. Then, unexpectedly, he did something that made it impossible for me to focus on anything but the feeling of him inside me. He slowly began moving his finger again, and before I could stop it, a breathy moan escaped from deep in my chest. I could feel Gerard’s gaze fixed on me."It’s important, we need to talk about it now," Gerard insisted, his arms crossing, the annoyance in his posture grow
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MARIO'S POVThe bed was empty when I woke up, and I felt different.Confused, I glanced around the room, trying to piece together the remnants of last night. The sharp light coming through the window only made my head throb, and I groaned, pressing my palm to my forehead. My mind was foggy. What happened?I squinted at the clock; 9:22 am. How did I sleep that long?Then flashes of last night hit me: the club, the drinks, the overwhelming rush of alcohol. I remembered the taxi ride home, my mind hazy, then... the shower.Oh shit.My stomach twisted. The memory, the feeling of her hands. I didn't even want to think about it, but the guilt gnawed at me. The last thing I wanted was to push her into something she wasn't ready for, especially while I was drunk.I jumped out of bed, throwing on a shirt in a panic, then rushed into the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face, trying to push away the thoughts. I couldn’t remember everything, but what I did remember made me feel like I had cr
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SYLVIA'S POVThe moment he stepped into the room, I knew something was off.It wasn’t just the mess of his hair or the way his shirt hung loose around him, it was the undone zipper, the faint whiff of some cheap, flowery perfume clinging to him, and the way his guilty eyes refused to settle on me.And then, of course, the stench of alcohol."I want you to be honest with me," I said quietly, pushing myself off the bed.The strap of my lingerie slipped down my shoulder, and I pulled it back up with shaky fingers.I walked toward him, my heart thudding painfully in my chest."What happened?" I asked, my voice steady even though everything inside me felt like it was cracking.Mario shrugged, stumbling slightly like he couldn’t find his footing."Nothing. I just... had a few drinks at the club, that's all," he muttered.My brow arched. "Club? You said you all were going to the bar."His eyes widened a little too fast. Panic. Guilt. He scrambled for words."I didn't want you to worry," he r
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Mario’s POVI glanced at my watch, 10:35 p.m. Shit.“I should head home,” I muttered, getting up from the worn-out couch. “Told my wife I’d be back by ten.”Tjay and Alvin cracked up like it was the funniest thing they’d heard all night.“Man, remember when you used to laugh at dudes who rushed home to their wives?” Tjay said, smacking my arm. “Look at you now, domesticated.”Alvin grinned, shaking his head. “The streets have lost another one.”“Yeah, well,” I shrugged, grabbing my phone, “I’m married. In love. I like it this way.”We were in Alvin’s apartment, small, messy, smelled like stale smoke and spilled whiskey. He liked it like that. Said it helped him stay “off the radar.” The kind of place you don’t ask too many questions in.“Come on, one stop at the club,” Alvin said, lighting a cigarette. “No girls if you don’t want 'em, just drinks. Loosen up. You’ve been tense all night.”“I don’t think...” I started.“Bro, don’t become that boring married guy. Just one drink,” he nudg
