All Chapters of The Mafia Lord's Spitfire Captive : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Elena's POV.I couldn’t sit still. My heart raced every time the wind brushed against the curtains or a car passed in the distance. The safe house felt colder this morning, the silence stretching far too long, making every second unbearable. I paced the room, the tiles cool beneath my bare feet, my arms crossed tightly over my chest.It had been a day since Dante left. The night had swallowed him, and now the sun had started to creep up. Yet, there was no sign of him. No call. Nothing. My chest tightened at the thought of him lying somewhere, bleeding, or worse.Marcus leaned against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed, watching me with both concern and irritation. “Elena, you’re going to wear out the floor at this rate,” he said, his tone light, trying to break the tension.I shot him a glare. “How can you be so calm? Dante’s out there…injured…and you’re standing there like this is just another day!” My voice cracked, and I hated the way my panic spilled out so easily.Marcus pushe

Elena's POV.I paced back and forth in my room, my heart hammering in my chest. The nausea from earlier hadn’t eased, and now my mind raced with possibilities. Something wasn’t right. Every time I tried to steady myself, another wave of unease crashed over me, leaving me more disoriented.Dante and Marcus were still downstairs, likely too absorbed in meetings to notice my absence. Their laughter and voices sounded faintly through the walls, but it only made me feel more disconnected. I couldn't bring myself to tell either of them how I felt. Not yet. Whatever this was, I needed to figure it out on my own first.I grabbed my coat, wrapping it tightly around me, and moved to the door. My steps were cautious as I crept out of the room, my ears tuned to every sound. No one stopped me. The corridor was quiet, an opposite to the noise from downstairs. My heart was pounding as I slipped through the side door and stepped into the cold evening air.The streetlights had long beams across the si

Elena's POV.Elena's POV.The cold wind whipped through my hair as I sped down the highway, my hands trembling on the steering wheel. My cheeks were wet with tears, and no matter how hard I tried to blink them away, they just kept coming. It felt like I couldn’t breathe, like the walls were closing in on me, and the only thing I could do was run.The headlights of my car cut through the dark, but I barely registered where I was going. I just needed to get away. Away from the mansion. Away from Dante. Away from the feelings I didn’t know how to handle.How did it come to this?I gripped the wheel tighter, my knuckles white. My heart felt like it was breaking, shattering with every mile I put between us. I could still hear his voice, raw and desperate. “You’re tired of me. Of us.”“No, Dante,” I whispered to myself, my voice cracking. “I could never be tired of you.”But how could I tell him the truth? How could I tell him I was carrying his child? That every moment I spent avoiding him

Elena's POV.The room was a dingy box, with peeling wallpaper and a bed that creaked if I so much as breathed. The motel smelled faintly of stale cigarettes and cheap air freshener, and the sign outside painted the cracked ceiling in bursts of red and green. I sat cross-legged on the bed, the lumpy mattress digging into me, but I didn’t care. My hands instinctively rested on my stomach, a gesture I was becoming all too familiar with.I’d lost count of how long I’d been here. Days blurred into nights, the hours stretching endlessly as I tried to convince myself I’d made the right decision. But it was hard to feel certain about anything when the weight of my choices pressed down on me like this.The soft hum of cars outside filled the silence, but it wasn’t comforting. Every sound made me jump. Every knock, every creak of the floor above me sent my heart racing. I was running, but for how long? How far could I go before the past caught up with me?I stood and walked to the window, peeli

Elena's POV.The relief washed over me like a long overdue exhale as I sank into the leather seat of Dante's car. For the first time in what felt like forever, my chest didn’t feel like it was caving in. I had finally told him the truth, laid it all bare, and though his reaction had stunned me, his presence reassured me in a way I couldn’t quite explain.Dante sat beside me, his jaw tight and eyes forward, but his hand never left mine. His grip was firm, protective, like he was silently promising me that everything would be okay. The convoy of cars trailed behind us, a silent reminder of the world Dante lived in, a world I was now irreversibly tied to. My car was being driven by one of his men, though I didn’t even glance back to check.The drive to his house was quiet. I could feel the tension rolling off him, though he didn’t say much. Every so often, I’d glance his way, trying to read the storm behind his dark eyes, but his expression remained unreadable. I wasn’t sure if it was an