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Sylvia’s POVI was still shaking.For the first time since this forced marriage, I wasn’t mad at Mario. How could I be? All I wanted to do was pull him into my arms and rock him like a child, as if that could undo the horrors he had survived.I had so many questions. So many things that didn’t make sense.How could one person go through that much and still be standing? And his mother—what kind of monster hands their own son over to be used like that?My own past with my brother had nearly destroyed me. But Mario? His was worse. So much worse. I couldn't even begin to imagine it. The hell of everything he had gone through.And now, after everything, he had finally let me see it—the filth, the scars, the rot inside him. And what had I done? Looked at him like a kicked dog.No wonder he shoved me away.I exhaled sharply, pushing the thought down. No time for self-pity. I needed answers. If there was a single shred of evidence left of the people who did this to him, I had to find it.Whic
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Mario’s POVI didn’t think. I didn’t need to.The second I saw them—Gerard, shirtless. Sylvia, on his bed. Laughing. My vision blurred with red.Before my mind could catch up, my fist was already flying. It connected with Gerard’s jaw, snapping his head to the side. The bastard staggered, but the smirk that followed only fueled my fury."You fucking stay away from her!"Sylvia gasped behind me, but I wasn’t looking at her.Gerard wiped the blood from his lip, eyes dark with amusement. "Didn’t know she was off-limits. My bad." His voice was mocking, slow. He knew exactly what he was doing—poking at the beast inside me. Purposely trying to reel me up to see how attached I was.I grabbed his collar, shoving him against the wall. "Say that again," I growled, my voice barely human.Sylvia was at my side in an instant, tugging at my arm. "Mario, stop! It’s not what you think!"But that was the thing—I didn’t know what to think.My head was still spinning from everything I’d told her earlier
Last Updated : 2025-03-15Trapped by the Mafia Boss Journal.
Sylvia’s POVI woke up to warmth. An unfamiliar. It took a second for reality to catch up, for my brain to remember where I was.Mario’s room. No—my room.I blinked, adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the light shade of lavender curtains. Beside me, Mario lay still, his breathing even, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist like he was scared I would run off.Last night’s conversation echoed in my head."Let’s just say I know a lot about you. Too much."My fingers curled into the sheets. How much did he really know? And how did he know it?I turned my head, watching him. Even in sleep, he looked guarded—jaw tight, brows furrowed like he was fighting something in his dreams. A part of me wanted to reach out, smooth the crease between his brows. But I didn’t.Because I didn’t trust him. Not fully.I moved slow. Careful. Inch by inch, I tried to pull away from Mario’s grip, but the second I did, his arm tightened around me. He mumbled something in his sleep, his voice
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Sylvia’s POVI read the words again. And again."In the basement, the woman, old nanny, scrawny, I know sister. Mario keeping away."The sentence was jagged, rushed, like whoever wrote it wasn’t sure if they should. And maybe they shouldn’t have.Because now it was stuck in my head.A basement? A woman? A sister?I shut the diary and gripped it tight, my fingers pressing into the lavender cover. This was stupid. This had nothing to do with me.But my gut was telling me otherwise.Because Mario had been hiding this diary for a reason.Because if this girl was right—if she did have a sister—then Mario had been lying to her. Keeping something from her.And if he could lie to her, he could lie to me too. And there was one lingering question, who was she?I exhaled slowly.I needed to be smart about this. Rushing off to demand answers wasn’t an option. Not when I didn’t even know what I was looking for.I slipped the diary under my pillow and pushed myself off the bed. My legs felt shaky,
Last Updated : 2025-03-17Trapped by the Mafia Boss I wasn't sure.
Sylvia’s POVI shut the door behind me, resisting the urge to throw something. The old maid had dragged me through the house like a misbehaving child, and I was still embarrassed.I couldn’t stop pacing. My thoughts circled like vultures, picking apart everything.Who owned the journal?Why was Mario so protective of it?Why did he react that way?I had pieces of a puzzle, but no clear picture. And worse, every time I thought I was getting closer to answers, someone came along and shoved me back.The doorknob turned.I froze.The door opened, and Gerard walked in.Not knocked. Walked in. Like he owned the place.I didn’t need to ask why he was here. His expression said it all—cold, unimpressed, like he was staring at something beneath him.“I should’ve known you’d start snooping,” he said, scoffing . “You can’t help yourself, can you?”I crossed my arms, trying to ignore the way my pulse picked up. “You always barge into people’s rooms, or am I just lucky?”He ignored that. Stepped cl
Last Updated : 2025-03-18Trapped by the Mafia Boss Get out.
Sylvia’s POV I could still feel his lips on mine. I scrubbed at my mouth with the back of my hand, but it didn’t help. The taste of whiskey and cigarette smoke lingered, mixing with my own disgust. I should have slapped him. Should have kneed him where it hurt. Should have done anything other than stand there like an idiot, letting him take what he wanted. Letting myself almost react. I swore under my breath and turned away from the cracked wall. My hands were still shaking. I needed to focus. I stomped into the bathroom, turned the shower on full blast, and stepped under the spray. My skin burned as I scrubbed, my nails dragging over every inch of me, desperate to erase the lingering scent of him. Cigarettes, whiskey, and something else. I suddenly felt too dirty, how could I kiss my own husband's brother? I mean he had kissed me, but still. By the time I stepped out, my body was red, raw, but finally clean. I wrapped a towel around myself and walked back to my room
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Mario’s POVThe door slammed shut, and I finally let out the breath I’d been holding.I pressed my back against the wall, shutting my eyes, but it didn’t help.I could still see her.Standing there. Naked, her soft breast pointing at me. I had hitched to touch them.My fingers curled into fists as I let out a sharp breath. What the hell was she thinking?No—what the hell was I thinking?She had walked into my room looking like sin itself, whispering my name like she actually wanted me. And for a moment, I had almost given in.I let out a low curse and yanked my shirt over my head, tossing it across the room. My skin still burned where she had touched me.I reached for the whiskey bottle on the nightstand, taking a long, slow sip, letting the burn distract me.It didn’t work.Damn her.I sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing my palm over my face. My body was still tight, frustration coiling in my stomach. I could still hear her voice, still smell that overwhelming lavender oil, still see
Last Updated : 2025-03-19Trapped by the Mafia Boss Jasmine girl.
Sylvia's POV That image was going to be burned into my mind forever, Mario in bed with another woman.It wasn’t just the sight of it. It was the way she was curled against him, the way the sheets barely covered her, the way he hadn’t even looked surprised to see me standing there.I didn’t know why it hurt so much. No, scratch that. I did know.He was my husband.The man I was forced to marry, yes. But still my husband.And yet, after rejecting me to my face yesterday, after looking at me like I was nothing, he had called another woman to his bed.Was I that ugly?I clenched my jaw, blinking rapidly as my vision blurred. No. No crying. Not over this.My body felt too hot, my skin too tight, and I needed to move.Before I could think twice, I was already walking. And then I broke into a run.Down the stairs. Out the front door. Away from that house and the suffocating weight pressing against my chest.The garden came into view, and I barely made it to a bench before my legs gave out b
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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
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SYLVIA'S POV Mario was silent on our plane ride back to New York, too silent.Something has happened with James, cause when I got back from my walk, Mario had packed already and had said we were leaving, and James, he barely looked at us."is there something I can do to help since you don't want to talk about what happened?" I nudged him and he sighed shaking his head."There's nothing you can do trust me Sylvia," Mario forced a little smile and I stood up.I was frustrated, one minute we were making progress, the next Mario was back to being his cold brooding self, it was draining.I walked to the bedroom of the jet and got into bed, tucking myself in.I knew we were going to land soon, and so I just lay there tired.When the plane landed, we alighted and Mario tried to hold me, but I swatted his arm away, glaring at him.The drive to my own apartment was about an hour long and before I could alight Mario stopped me."do you want to go to the hospital?" I shook my head trying to pry
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
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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
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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
