All Chapters of The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elena's POV.I was escorted, my wrists still sore from the earlier restraints, into another part of the mansion. The air felt thick, a strange chill wrapping around me, and my heart pounded, not just from fear, but from frustration. The maids had done their job well, dressing me up in that ridiculous dress, twisting my hair and slathering on makeup. The last thing I needed was to look like some doll on display, but it seemed that was exactly what Dante had in mind.The heavy doors slammed shut behind me as I stepped into the room. The atmosphere was... different. There was a haze of smoke, the kind you’d find in some nightclub. It moved, swirling around, thick and suffocating. And then, like the scene from some twisted fantasy, sultry music began to play. The beat was slow, deliberate, as if it was meant to seduce and control. I hated it. Every second of it.The smoke parted slowly, like curtains drawing back to reveal a performance I hadn’t asked for, and there he was.Dante.He was

Dante's POV.I watched her walk away, that small, defiant firebrand of a girl, clutching her torn dress like it was her shield. My cheek still stung from her slap, the sting sharper than any knife wound I’d taken. I raised a hand to touch where she’d hit me, half-expecting to feel blood, though that would have been less humiliating. A slap from a petite, twenty-one-year-old woman. Me, Dante Moretti, one of the most feared men in this damned city, slapped by a woman who should have been too scared to breathe in my presence.I couldn't wrap my mind around it. None of my men would dare raise a hand to me. Hell, even my so-called friends know better than to cross me like that. And here she was…Elena. Thrown into my life by her bastard brother, who’d all but served her up on a silver platter. And somehow, in the days she’d been here, she’d managed to set something loose in me that I hadn’t felt in years. It wasn’t just lust. No, that would’ve been easier to control. She’d gotten under my s

Elena's POV.The night seemed to stretch on endlessly, each hour blending into the next, and I sat alone in my room, the silence pressing in on me heavily. I couldn’t escape the unease that tugged at me, the constant uncertainty of what Dante might do next. I had no control over my fate, no idea what his next move would be. And that was the most terrifying part…his unpredictability.I wasn’t sure how long I had been sitting there, mind racing with questions I couldn’t answer, when the door to my room creaked open. My heart leapt in my chest, fear coursing through me. But when I looked up, it wasn’t Dante who stood in the doorway.It was two of his men, their eyes cold and unreadable as they stepped aside, allowing another figure to enter the room. This time, it wasn’t some casual delivery or a routine check. There was something different about the way they moved, the way the air seemed to thicken around them.The man in front of them was holding something large and wrapped in black c

Elena's POV.I sat alone in my room, waiting, my heart pounding in my chest. Every sound in the house felt like it was Dante coming to finally make good on his threats. Part of me was sure that he’d storm in any moment, a dark shadow ready to end me. But the hours passed, and nothing happened.Then, finally, there was a knock on the door. My heart leapt, fear tightening my throat. I steeled myself, prepared to see Dante’s cold eyes on the other side. But it wasn’t him. It was one of his men. He was stone-faced, giving nothing away, just standing there with his dark suit and unreadable expression.“Mr. Moretti wants to see you,” he said flatly.My heart sank. So, it was time. I forced myself to get up, refusing to let my fear show. If this was how it would end, I’d at least face him with my pride intact. I wouldn’t beg. I wouldn’t show weakness.The walk to the dining room felt endless, the halls lined with men who looked at me as though I were some fragile thing about to break. Their

Dante's POVThe nightmare came again, dragging me into its merciless grip.I was running…lungs burning, legs heavy, my blood soaking through the shirt I had pressed against the wound on my side. Every step echoed in my head, the thud of my shoes against the ground blending with the screams. I pushed through the door, desperate, calling her name."Isabella!"Her name ripped from my throat like a prayer, but what greeted me was the sight of her crumpled on the floor, her pale hands clutching her swollen belly. Blood. So much blood."Isabella!" I dropped to my knees, shaking her, begging her to open her eyes. But they were lifeless, staring at nothing. My hands were wet with her blood as I held her close, her warmth fading as I screamed into the void.And then her lips moved…not with words, but with a final, fleeting breath. The baby...our baby...gone."No!" I roared, thrashing against the memory, but it wouldn't let me go.The sound of my own voice woke me, yanking me back to reality. I