Semua Bab The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Elena's POV.The house was quiet, save for the occasional muffled sound of Marcus moving around in the living room where Dante lay unconscious. I stood in the kitchen, trying to keep my thoughts from spiraling into the chaos of everything that had happened. My eyes darted to the table where Dante’s phone sat. It had been removed from his pocket when Marcus tended to him, and I hadn’t thought much about it since.A sharp vibration startled me. I turned my head, staring at the cracked screen of Dante’s phone as it lit up. It buzzed again and again, the screen displaying a name: Enzo.My stomach twisted. Enzo. Dante’s second-in-command. I hadn’t seen him since the park two days ago, before everything went sideways. Dangerous men, gunfire, and a desperate escape that had left Dante and me cut off from the rest of his men.The phone buzzed in my hand. Over 500 missed calls showing on the cracked screen. My heart thudded. Enzo must have been losing his mind wondering where Dante was.I glan

Dante's POV.Pain. It was the first thing I felt when I opened my eyes. A deep, gnawing ache that spread through my entire body. It wasn’t new to me. I’d survived worse. I’d been shot more times than I cared to count. But this? This felt different. My body felt heavier, slower, like I’d been out for days. Maybe weeks. I didn’t know how long I’d been unconscious, but it had been long enough for the pain to settle in and claim me.I gritted my teeth and blinked, my vision blurry at first, but then it sharpened, and I took in the room. It was quiet. The kind of quiet that didn’t sit right. My eyes moved, scanning the space until they landed on her.Elena.She was sitting in a chair a few feet away, her head tilted to the side like she was about to fall asleep. Her arms were crossed, but I could see the tension in her posture even in sleep. She looked like she hadn’t rested in days. Her face was pale, and there were faint shadows under her eyes.My heart slammed against my ribs, hard and

Dante's POVI stood at the head of the long wooden table, leaning on it for support. My leg throbbed, a dull ache that refused to ease, but I wasn’t about to let that stop me. The room was a bit dark, the windows shuttered to keep out prying eyes. It wasn’t my mansion, but a secluded safehouse on the outskirts of the city. It would do for now.Enzo stood to my right, arms crossed over his chest, his dark eyes scanning the men gathered around the table. They were loyal, handpicked, and trusted. But trust wasn’t enough. Not after what Angelo pulled.I slammed my palm against the table. The sharp sound cut through the murmurs like a gunshot. “Enough talking. Listen to me.” My voice was steady, commanding. Every head turned toward me.“Angelo thought he could kill me and take what’s mine. He failed.” I paused, my eyes narrowing as I scanned their faces. “But failure isn’t enough of a punishment for what he’s done.”Enzo smirked, his usual cocky confidence showing as he leaned forward. “Wh

Dante's POV.The room was heavier than it had been in a long time, not from tension but from the sheer weight of my anger. I sat at the head of the table, fingers gripping the armrests of my chair, my knuckles white. Marcus sat across from me, a nervous sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. He tried to mask it with a smile, but it was weak, faltering every few seconds.Behind me, Enzo stood with his arms crossed, his expression as dark as a storm. He hadn’t spoken since Marcus walked in, but his presence alone was enough to rattle the bastard. Marcus’s gaze darted between me and Enzo, his hands fidgeting on the table as if trying to decide whether to clasp them together or keep them apart.“You’ve got guts showing your face here,” I said, my voice low, controlled. “You really think I forgot how you threw Elena at me like a chip in a poker game?”Marcus flinched, his attempt at a smirk dying on his lips. “It…it wasn’t like that,” he stammered, though he didn’t sound convinced by

Elena’s POVThe nightmare gripped me, vivid and merciless.I was on the ground, my wrists tied, the ropes biting into my skin. The air reeked of rust and blood. My breathing was frantic as I tried to take in my surroundings. The silence was sharp, broken only by slow, heavy footsteps that grew louder.A figure emerged from the darkness…a man. His face was blurred, hidden in a way that made it impossible to focus. He moved with purpose, a knife in his hand, its blade wet with something dark.“Please… no…” I whispered, my voice trembling.I turned my head and saw Dante. He was chained to the wall, his arms bound, his face pale with fury and helplessness. He pulled against the chains, his muscles straining, his teeth clenched as he fought to free himself.“Elena!” Dante roared, his voice shaking with anger and desperation.But he couldn’t reach me.The man grabbed my hair, yanking my head back. Pain shot through me, tears streaming down my face. I struggled, but his grip held firm.“Look