All Chapters of The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Dante's POV.The morning sun was down as I walked beside Elena, her smaller frame clad in a sundress I had chosen for her. It wasn’t her style, but it suited her in a way that irritated me. She shouldn’t look that good, that effortless. My eyes trailed down to her bare legs, the memory of them wrapped around my waist still too fresh.I clenched my jaw.She was perfect. Too perfect. And that was the problem.My plan had been simple…break her. Make her fall for me, body and soul, then crush her. It wasn’t personal; it was necessary. A lesson for her and the world. But now? I wasn’t so sure. The girl was getting under my skin in ways I couldn’t explain.Elena had no clue.I watched her face light up as we arrived at our first stop…a secluded beach I’d reserved for the day. She turned to me, her lips parting slightly as she took in the endless stretch of sand and the sapphire waves crashing against the shore.“This… this is beautiful,” she said softly, her voice like a whisper carried by

Elena's POV. The restaurant was silent, save for the faint sound of jazz humming through hidden speakers. Soft candlelight moving across the empty tables, shadows dancing on the walls. Dante had made sure no one else was here...just the two of us. He sat across from me, looking too composed, too sure of himself, his dark suit sharp against the warm glow of the room. “You’re quiet,” he said, breaking the silence. His deep voice slid across the table, brushing against me like velvet. I shrugged, poking at the food on my plate. “It’s... overwhelming.” He leaned back, his eyes narrowing as he studied me. “Overwhelming how?” “This,” I said, gesturing around. “All of it. The exclusivity, the attention to detail. It’s not—” I hesitated, searching for the words. “Not what you’re used to?” he finished for me, his lips curling into a small smirk. I shook my head. “Not what anyone’s used to, Dante. Normal people don’t book out entire restaurants for a date.” He arched a brow, lift

Dante’s POVThe drive to the warehouse was silent, save for the faint sound of the engine. I could feel Elena’s eyes on me, her gaze burning into the side of my face, but I didn’t look at her. Couldn’t. My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, the leather creaking under the pressure.This was a mistake. Bringing her here, letting her see this side of me…it was reckless, dangerous. But wasn’t that exactly what I wanted? To scare her, to push her so far that she would hate me, despise me, anything to keep her from getting too close.Because she was getting close. Too close.And I hated myself for liking it.When I finally pulled up to the old, abandoned warehouse, my men were already waiting outside, their faces hard, expressions unreadable. As I stepped out of the car, I felt their gazes flick to Elena, who followed me without hesitation. She wasn’t supposed to come, but she hadn’t exactly given me a choice.“You stay close,” I said, my voice low and sharp. “Don’t sp

Dante’s POVThe car was quiet, save for the muffled sound of Elena’s sniffles beside me. She sat in the back seat, arms crossed tightly around herself, her face turned away toward the window. Even from where I sat, I could see her shoulders trembling, her head bowed. She was crying, trying hard to hide it, but failing miserably.Damn Marcus. That idiot of a brother. The mere thought of him made my jaw clench. I couldn’t believe she’d been forced to share blood with a man so vile, so weak. The anger burned in me like an old wound reopening, but when I looked at her, it dulled into something I couldn’t quite name. She didn’t deserve this. Not the betrayal, not the pain, and definitely not him.I shifted uncomfortably, my hands resting on my thighs. What the hell was I supposed to do? Comforting someone wasn’t exactly my forte. I’d spent years building walls, mastering silence, and commanding fear, not soothing broken hearts. And yet, watching her cry made something twist in my chest. It

Elena's POV.The following morning, the air inside the mansion felt heavier than usual. Maybe it was just me…or maybe it was the way Dante’s men whispered around me like I was some forbidden creature. I wasn’t in the mood to decipher their behavior. My mind was still a tangled mess from everything that had happened yesterday. Marcus, Dante, the way he held me together when I thought I might shatter into a million pieces.But today, something else drew my attention.I was exploring the mansion again, not because I was trying to escape this time but because curiosity had sunk its claws into me. Dante’s world was terrifying, yes, but it was also intoxicating. The massiveness, the secrets hidden behind every closed door, the dangerous man who made me feel more alive than I’d ever been before…it all kept pulling me in deeper.That’s when I found it: a door at the end of the west wing, slightly ajar but still shadowed, almost like it wanted to hide in plain sight.I didn’t hear any of the g