All Chapters of TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Mariana's PovThe car is silent, the ride smooth, too silent and too smooth.We feel it, both of us, that undiluted tension, that desire. Alejandro’s eyes have refused to leave mine, he’s been holding my gaze through the rear view mirror as he drives us back home.And frankly, I’m unable to look away.It’s not until I feel my cheek getting wet when a rope of tears drags down that I realize I am lost in my brother in-law’s eyes.Laughter ripples out of me. I let myself go, laughing hard, my hand on my chest, tears pooling out of my eyes.“What’s wrong, Maria?” Alejandro asks, his brows pulled into a deep furrow. He knows, he’s a stranger, yet he knows me well enough to know there’s nothing humorous about my laughter. I’m simply expressing my pain and confusion through it.I giggle, breathing out a sigh. “My life’s fucked.”He casts me a single glance before refocusing on the road. “And you know this how?”I shrug my shoulders and bite down on my bottom lip, urging my voice to steady.

Mariana's Pov “Why the fuck do you look so flustered, Mariana?” Radimr’s sudden question almost startles a gasp out of me, but I don’t let it, I don’t let myself show him the secrets I might be hiding.Clearing my throat, I answer on a hushed tone, “it’s nothing. I. . .I was—”“Let the lady breathe, brother, she just ran down a flight of stairs.” Alejandro interrupts, his eyes creased at the corners as though he’s smiling. Is this funny to him?Crazy motherfucker.Radimr scratches the back of his head, a hum vibrating in his throat, his head bobbing in a nod. I move forward to greet my father in-law, but he seems to be in a bad mood. His eyes are tight as he slowly drags the spiteful orbs along my form. “She lost weight, Radimr,” he says, his tone nonchalant.My husband’s tone falters when he answers, “I try

Mariana's PovBlack pants, black shirt, black baseball hat; that’s what I’m clad in—my usual uniform for whenever I have to meet my mother at our meeting point. Her laboratory in the estate.As I approach the door, the soldiers pull open the door for me and I step in, the smell of smoke and chemicals filling my nostrils immediately.It’s something I’ve become accustomed to. And I sometimes wonder why my father allows my mother to have her little research laboratory here in the estate knowing that whatever she does in there is not legal.What if there’s a raid, they’ll leave out evidence for the feds to walk in on.“What were you thinking acting out the way you did back there, Agent Shadow?” A firm voice slices through my thoughts, pulling my mind back from a daze.I look behind me. It’s my mother and her partner, uncle Ares. Uncle Ares’s lips form a smile—a welcoming smile. But I’m in no mood for smiles and welcomes. This is a place of business, and I’m here to do nothing but that. O

Mariana's PovThe meeting has suddenly migrated from my mother’s laboratory to the parliament room. We’re all filing through the hallway into the parliament room, everyone maintaining a silence that can create chaos.And by everyone, I mean: My mother, my father, my brother, Uncle Ares, Uncle Alessio, Uncle Dean, and Uncle Maxwell.The gravity of the situation, which I know nothing of, seems to be so deep my uncles didn’t even care to hug me after a long time of not seeing me.I step into the dimly lit room, my heart racing with every creak of the old wooden floorboards beneath my feet. The air is thick with an eerie silence, making my skin crawl.Shadows dance across the walls, like dark specters watching my every move. I try to shake off the feeling, but it only intensifies as I venture deeper.Fear grips my chest, squeezing tight. I can't shake the sense that I'm being led into a trap. Every step feels like a betrayal, as if I'm walking further into darkness.My breath comes in sho

Alejandro's PovTwenty four hours.Forty eight hours.Seventy two hours.I mean nothing.‘He means nothing.’ That was the last thing she said three days ago before disappearing.She comes to me, makes my heart flutter, and then tells her brother that I mean nothing.I’m a fool, always have been. So big of a fool that I forgot what my aims were with her. I just wanted to fuck her, to have a taste of what my brother has, to take her away from that brother of mine and watch him lose his mind.I lost my way.But in all this confusion, perhaps heartbreak, I’ve come to realize that my visit to Italy has nothing to do with work, with my position as head of security for my family’s crime organization.It’s something more.I’ve been brought here for a reason much deeper than just work, and I know this because of the way I’ve been treated since stepping foot into this house.Mirabella Denaro, Don Matteo’s wife, she’s always checking in on me, always ensuring that I am comfortable. And she does