All Chapters of TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Mariana’s PovOne month later. . .I drive my fist into the punching bag and the leather strains, the chains holding it rattling right after, but not as loud as my grunt. The rattle of the chain reminds me of the torture I endured as Radimr’s captive and a grunt erupts in my throat again, this time filled with rage.My fist drives into the punching bag again, and again, and again. I can’t stop myself. There’s too much anger and repressed rage inside of me. But the doctors say I still need some time to recover.As if one month of unconsciousness and another month of being unable to use my limbs isn’t enough.“You’ll hurt yourself if you keep going too hard. . .”And then there’s the nagging Alejandro, who thinks himself my caretaker. He’s just always rambling my ears off about how I should take it easy.For an aggressive man like him, he sure knows how to exude calmness.Huffing out a breath, I shoot him a glare and turn on my heels as I slip off my boxing gloves.Truth is, I haven’t e

Mariana’s PovI sprint down the stairs, my breath ragged and uneven. Each step feels like a countdown, a drumbeat driving me toward the only place I know will give me answers. My fingers skim the banister for balance, but it does little to steady me. The house feels colder than usual, the air thicker, pressing against me like a warning. I push through it. My heart pounds louder with every step, drowning out the sound of my underfoot padding violently against the floor. When I reach the bottom, I pause, just for a second, leaning on the wall to catch my breath.I screech, my fist colliding against my chest. My lungs are burning, my chest constricting so much I can barely breathe. And I cannot tell if it’s the pain I feel inside or the physical pain, but I just know I’m so much pain.It’s eating away at me.My knees almost give out on me and I almost stumble, but I feel firm hands hold me up. I don’t need to look to know who it is. Alejandro.“Mariana. . .” he breathes.“You lied to

Mariana’s Pov“I will search thoroughly, and if I’m unable to sniff out the rats, I’ll kill them all.”Alejandro suddenly stops, his eyes snapping up to mine, surprise glistening in them. I smile down at him, my brow twitching as my fingers tighten in his hair. “I didn’t tell you to stop. . .” I whisper.Smirking he rises to his feet, kissing up my thighs as he stands. Then his forehead places to rest on mine, a low growl tumbling in his throat. “You sure do enjoy ordering me around, don’t you?” he asks, his lips ghosting over mine, our breaths mingling.“And you enjoy taking them, don’t you?” I retort, my teeth sinking gently into his bottom lip, nibbling.“You’re still in pain. It’ll hurt. . .”I know what he means.“I want it to hurt, Alejandro. . .”A growl rumbles in his throat again, his fingers gliding over my thighs, the warmth of each digit teasing me, the firmness of his palms igniting a fire everywhere they touch. His fingers linger just below my hips, gripping me with eno

Alejandro’s PovI’ve always known Mariana to be a dangerous woman, have always been familiar with her darkness even when she played her role of a naive wife a little too well.She’s always struggled so well to keep her darkness hidden, to become more human, but now, in the cold night air, there’s no pretending. No veil to hide the fury she carries. We’re out in the open fields, under the blinding white lights illuminating from the security poles. Soldiers and staff—everyone who’s been close to the Denaro’s since Mariano’s disappearance—are kneeling on large plastic sheets, heads bowed. Fear clings to them, their shoulders trembling under the weight of what’s coming. Mariana stands tall, her eyes dancing with wrath, her every step deliberate. She has her people here, her men and women, her soldiers. Each of them, over twenty if my count is correct, are shielded by their black hoodies. They stand behind the kneeling figures, guns pressed to their skulls. A silent promise of death.

Mariana’s PovWhen we walk into the silence of my parent’s manor and shut the door behind us with a solid thud, Alejandro strides ahead without even sparing me a stare, his steps heavy and loud against the marble floor. He’s angry, aggravated.He simply doesn’t like to be kept in the dark, but for my plan to work, he needs to remain in the dark. I follow at a leisurely pace, the corner of my lips tugging upward despite the tension radiating off him. “Alejandro. . .you shouldn’t go to sleep holding a grudge.” I call out, intending to placate him."Do you even care?" he hisses, stopping abruptly and turning to face me. His dark eyes are stormy, his jaw tight with frustration. "About what?" I ask innocently, folding my arms as I meet his glare. "About what you just did," he says, his voice low but brimming with anger. "You knew Mariano wasn’t there. You knew, and yet you dragged us into a warzone."I tilt my head, feigning surprise. "It wasn’t a warzone, Alejandro. It was… strategic