All Chapters of TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Alejandro's PovSomething squeezes at my chest as I watch the chaos I orchestrated unfold before my eyes.Mariana is being tossed around the ground, her hair pulled, her face bruised, my brother hauling insults at her.Whore, desperate, stupid—that’s all I’ve heard him yell in her face over and over and over again.“E. . .Enough,” I say, my voice barely audible.I’m hesitant, perhaps afraid to interfere, fearful that my interference might ruin everything, make things worse for Mariana.My brother doesn’t hear me. He’s too focused on hurting his wife that he’s blocked out external sounds. “That’s enough, Radimr. . .she’s had enough. . .” I repeat, this time with a higher tone.He shoots me a glare, and yet, proceeds with his torture. It’s when he raises his hand again, intending to smack her face that I find myself jumping between them.Radimr’s palm collides with my face and my head veers to the side, blood pooling out of my mouth.Slowly, I bring my head up and hold his intense glare

Mariana's PovI’m not as good, angelic, naive as I make myself out to be.For whatever I do, there’s always a hidden goal behind it all. To kill, to observe, to know, to win—Whatever facade I put on, whenever I wear a different mask, there’s always a reason.Why am I saying this?It goes to say that I am not a weak girl, or a girl who falls in love with a man simply because he has pretty eyes, a dark aura, and can bring her to a climax. I am not that type of woman. I do not love Alejandro Raes Vastlav.Yes, my pussy pounds erratically whenever he’s near, but that’s all there is to this. Physical.Perhaps the case is different for him. I don’t care.He’s my key, the light at the end of the tunnel, the one who I plan to use as my human shield when things eventually blow out of proportion. Therefore, no woman is allowed to sway his mind.I need him to focus on me, only me. He’ll look only at me, breathe for me, think of me. And to achieve that, I need to make sure no woman gets too close

Mariana's PovA gulp forces down my throat, my eyes closing and opening with rapid movements.I'm entranced by the symmetry of his features, the harmony of his face. He's a sunrise breaking through darkness.I'm lost in the contours of his face, tracing the map of his soul. Every line, every curve whispers stories of strength and vulnerability.His features are like a masterpiece unveiled. His skin is porcelain-smooth, illuminated by the soft light.I see how his eyes compliments that beautiful face. How the darkness of those orbs compliments the softness of his features.And then his nose, a gentle slope. My eyes slowly lead me to his lips. They’re plush, curved into the perfect shape of heart, inviting. I gulp again and lead my gaze to his jawline. Sharp and chiseled, perfectly sculpted. Alejandro’s face is a face that defies mortality. Peculiar. My breath catches. I've never seen anyone like him.He's a work of art.A masterpiece.A revelation.My heart beats anew, pounding out a

Mariana's PovI climb the stairs, tray balanced in my hand. The aroma of freshly baked cookies wafts up into my nostrils, sweet and inviting.I've added a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, his favorite. Reaching the door to my father in-law’s private office, I knock once, gentle."Are you in there, father?" I call out.“Come,” his commanding, gruff voice echo.I twist the door knob and the door creaks open. I peek my head through the small space, smiling. My father in-law looks up from the documents scattered across his lap, his fingers quickly adjusting the reading glasses perched on his nose."Ah, Mariana. Come in, child," he says, his voice warm.I enter, tray held high, and approach the couch."Thought you might need a break," I explain, setting the tray down.His eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles. "Your timing is impeccable." He waves a hand, inviting me to sit.I settle beside him, feeling the soft cushions envelop me. The couch creaks comfortably beneath me. "I e

Mariana's PovHe’s not pathetic.No, he’s not. He’s hot, so fucking hot.With his eyes feasting on my body, on my calves, a growl rumbling low in his throat, and his hands kneading my ass, I tremble.“Pathetic?” He asks, a smirk dancing around his perfect lips.“Yes, you are,” I hush, my eyes clouding over with lust.A chuckle, low in his throat, rumbles.His hand molds itself to my breast, his eyes darkening. “Oh,” he breathes a hush, “your skin is soft. I almost forgot how soft you feel.”“Don’t,” I warn.“Why not?” He asks, “does it make you hate yourself how you were crawling on your knees for this pathetic gentleman? How you let him bend you over, spit on you, degrade you while fucking you right in front of his girlfriend whom you murdered out of jealousy?” His chest rumbles with a laugh, “now who’s the pathetic one, dear sister-in-law.”My nose flares. I move to create a distance between us, his hand slaps the back of my head, fingers curling into my hair.He leans in, kissing m