Semua Bab The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive : Bab 1 - Bab 10

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1. Debt and Despair

Elena's POV.I could feel the tension in the cramped apartment, the walls almost closing in as I stood in the small kitchen, stirring a pot of instant ramen. The smell of cheap noodles mingled with the stale air, making my stomach churn. My brother Marcus burst through the door, the heavy thud sounding through the tiny space, and I prepared myself for the storm.“Why can’t you do anything right, Elena?” His voice boomed, filled with frustration and something darker, something I had come to recognize as hatred. “Look at this mess! You’re just a bad luck charm, you know that? Ever since Mom and Dad…”“Shut up!” I snapped, spinning around to face him, my heart racing. “You don’t get to blame me for their deaths! I didn’t ask them to drive that night!”He stepped closer, his face a mask of rage, fists clenched at his sides. “You think you’re so innocent? They died because of you! All because you were too spoiled to take care of yourself! They went to cater to your whims, and look what hap
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2. The Betrayal

Elena's POV.I watched in disbelief as Marcus strolled back into the apartment, holding a plastic bag with a bottle of some fancy drink peeking out. It was evening and there was a different kind of look on his face. For a second, I almost thought he looked… calm. Too calm."Here," he grunted, setting the bottle down on the rickety table in front of me. "Figured you'd want something cold after that… scene you caused." His voice was oddly smooth, almost friendly…a tone I hadn’t heard in years.I looked from him to the bottle, suspicion bubbling up like bile in my throat. "What is this?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. “Since when do you buy me anything?”Marcus forced a tight smile, though his eyes stayed cold and hard. "Oh, come on, Elena," he said with a laugh that didn’t reach his eyes. "I just thought I’d do something nice for once. You can keep acting like a brat, or you can just enjoy the drink."His words stung, but the mocking edge in his voice stung even more. He raised an eyebrow
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3. The Spitfire's First Glimpse Of Hell

Elena's POV.Marcus’s desperate voice was still shouting, pleading as if his life depended on it…which, I supposed, it did."Please, Mr. Moretti," he choked out, soaked and shaking. "Take her. She can be… she can be anything you need her to be. Just please… please…"“Enough!” Dante’s voice roared through the rain, a cold command that made everyone freeze. Marcus shut his mouth instantly, staring at Dante like a cornered rat, trembling as he waited for his verdict. My heart raced; for a second, I dared to hope. Maybe this man would laugh in Marcus's face, give him a final warning, and let me go.But then Dante’s gaze fell on me again, and my stomach knotted. He looked me up and down, with his eyes dark and calculating. Every second stretched out as he silently sized me up, the power he wielded radiating like a dark cloud. My skin crawled under his piercing stare, every instinct screaming at me to run. As if I could.And then, as abruptly as it started, the rain stopped. Like some twist
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4. Intrigued

Dante's POV.As I made my way to the room, it was the middle of the night, hours after I'd handled that betrayal. Bloodstains had long dried on my cuff, a reminder that some people needed their fate handed to them in pieces. That idiot Marcus hadn't been any different, trading his own sister like she was some bargaining chip. It still amazed me how daily a man could see his soul…and in this case, his family, for a little relief from debt. But now, I was left with the baggage he'd dropped at my doorstep.The girl was in the room at the far end, the one we typically reserved for prisoners with... potential. Her name was still in my head; Elena. The name suited her, sharp but delicate. Yet, I wasn't sure what she thought she could do here, trussed up and at my mercy. I pushed the door open, letting it creak closed behind me. She was standing next to the window, hands and legs still bound in ropes, like a pathetic figure standing against the city lights. Her hair, which was still damp fr
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5. Forbidden Temptation

Dante's POV.I leaned in, close enough that I could taste the tension in the air. "Curious if that sharp mouth of yours is worth all the trouble it causes," I murmured, tracing my thumb over her lips. "Or if you're just all talk.”A flash of anger lit her gaze, a spark that only seemed to fuel the amusement I felt building with me. But I held her gaze, my thumb was still resting against her mouth. She was helpless here, her hands tied, her body tensed under my stare, but her eyes...those damn hazel eyes...still held their challenge."Go on, then," she sneered, her voice defiant. "Do your worst.”The words hung in the air, her voice daring, but I noticed that faint tremble behind them, a hesitation that gave her away.I raised an eyebrow, letting a slight smirk pull at my mouth. "Is that a challenge?"Her lips pressed into a thin line, the fire in her eyes flaring, but she didn't answer. For a second, I was just...staring, captivated by the strange mix of strength and vulnerability she
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6. Bound And Unbroken

Elena's POV.The door clicked shut, and I exhaled a shaky breath as Dante finally left. The tension in my shoulders started to ease, but my heart still hammered in my chest, half-expecting him to change his mind and storm back in, deciding I’d outlasted his patience. Each word I’d said felt like walking into quicksand…dangerous, unpredictable, and he’d kept meeting my every comeback with that look, the one that told me he wasn’t used to being challenged. I hadn’t exactly expected him to be amused by it.The ropes were biting into my wrists, rough enough to scrape my skin raw. I twisted my hands a little, trying to get even a hint of relief, but all I got was a deeper ache. I wanted to scream in frustration. So, what now? Was I just supposed to stand here like some prize waiting to be claimed? Helpless, irritated, and still recovering from my confrontation with the devil himself, I was left wondering how long I’d have to endure this.Suddenly, the door opened again, and I held my breat
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7. A Feast For The Starved And Willing

Elena's POV."Eat up," Carla said, giving me a measured look as she placed the tray on the small table in the corner of the room. "Boss’s orders."I forced my voice to stay steady. “He’s… feeding me?” The disbelief in my tone was hard to mask.Carla shrugged, giving me a small, almost sympathetic smile. “Let’s just say he doesn’t like loose ends.”Right. That sounded about right. Feed me before he kills me.As soon as Carla left, I slid the door shut, taking a long moment to stare at the feast in front of me. Roast chicken with crispy, golden skin that looked like it’d crack under a knife. Fresh vegetables, sautéed with garlic and butter. A warm roll, straight from the oven, with a small pad of melting butter on top. And a chocolate dessert that gleamed under the lighting, like it belonged in some five-star restaurant I’d never step foot in.My stomach roared, and I couldn’t stop myself. I dug in, tearing at the bread like it was the only thing holding me together. The warm, flaky cru
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8: Captive Thoughts

Dante's POV.The lights were low, has shadows across the room, turning every curve, every movement, into something primal. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and sweat, a blend of desperation and desire. Around me, my men were lost in pleasure, tangled in limbs, mouths locked in passion, oblivious to the world. Women spread themselves over them, a mess of silk, skin, and sin. They were exactly where they wanted to be, and yet, I stood there, fully dressed, in the middle of an orgy.A brunette with a sharp jawline slid up to me, pressing her bare body against my side. Her hands trailed down my chest, teasing, challenging. “Dante,” she whispered, lips brushing against my ear. “Don’t you want to play?”I stared ahead, ignoring her, my jaw clenched. She pulled back, her eyes searching mine with a small pout, clearly not used to being dismissed. I saw the confusion flash across her face before she turned away, off to find someone who would appreciate her offer. Around me, women vi
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9. The Dress Up

Elena's POV I was deep in a dream, laughing with my older brother, Marcus, as we threw rocks into the lake. He looked so real, his face full of joy like when we were kids, and I felt... safe. Then, a sharp knock pulled me from that warmth. My eyes shot open, heart pounding, and I realized the laughter, the lake…all of it was just a dream. The knock came again, louder, more insistent. "Miss Elena?" A soft voice came from the other side of the door. I sat up, blinking, still a bit dazed. No one ever called me “Miss” here. It didn’t feel like an endearment; it felt... unsettling. “Who is it?” I managed, my voice harsh and wary. The door creaked open, and two young women slipped inside. They looked like servants, dressed in crisp uniforms, faces calm but unreadable. “We’ve come to assist you, Miss Elena,” the first one said with a slight bow. “On the master’s orders.” The master’s orders? I stiffened, feeling the pit of unease grow in my stomach. Why would Dante send maids
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10: Breaking The Untamed

Dante's POV. The early morning sun filtered through the blinds, had lines of light across my office. I sat behind the heavy mahogany desk, fingers drumming, lost in thoughts that no amount of coffee could shake loose. Beside me stood Enzo, my most trusted man. He waited, arms crossed, his face impassive as always. But there was something different in his gaze…something that told me he had news, and that I probably wouldn’t like it. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Boss, we’ve got a situation,” he started, keeping his tone as neutral as possible. “Angelo’s back in town.” The name hit me like a shot, my fingers stilling on the desk. Angelo. Once, he’d been more than just an ally; he’d been a brother. We built this empire together, clawed our way up through blood, grit, and back-alley deals. But that all ended the night he betrayed me, the night he thought he could take everything I’d built and call it his own. “Where is he?” I asked, my voice cold and sharp, laced with a
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