All Chapters of The Mafia's Little Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elena's Point Of View The rain fell in an unrelenting drizzle, blurring the headstones around me into indistinct shadows. I stood frozen, my black heels sinking into the wet earth as the priest's voice droned on. The words, a faint hum of scripture about eternal rest and divine plans, might as well have been in another language. Nothing could reach me through the oppressive weight of grief that had wrapped itself around my chest like iron chains.This wasn’t supposed to be my life. Just two weeks ago, my parents were alive, vibrant, and making plans for their next anniversary trip. Now, their shared casket sat a few feet away, surrounded by wilted flowers and faces of distant relatives I hadn’t seen in years. People whispered their condolences as if words could somehow patch up the gaping hole their deaths had left behind.My hands trembled as I clutched the edge of the black umbrella, my knuckles white against the plastic handle. A cold wind swept through the cemetery, rustling the

Elena's Point Of View"I'm sorry, Miss Torres, but your financial situation makes you too high a risk for this type of loan."The bank official’s words played over and over in my head as I stepped out of the Heritage Bank, the chilly wind biting at my cheeks. I clutched the handle of my purse so tightly my knuckles turned white, the sting of rejection burning deeper with every passing second.It wasn’t the first bank to shut me down this week. It wasn’t even the third. No matter how passionately I pleaded or how much I laid bare the desperation in my soul, they all gave me the same response. The Torres name, once a symbol of wealth and respectability, was now little more than a cautionary tale.The heels of my boots clicked sharply against the pavement as I walked back to my car, parked a block away. The city buzzed around me, cars honking, conversations spilling out of cafes, and the distant hum of construction but it all felt muted, like I was underwater. My world had shrunk to the

Elena's Point Of ViewThe sharp blare of a car horn cut through the suffocating stillness of my room. I froze mid-motion, clutching the final suitcase that held remnants of my old life. A pang of regret gripped me as my gaze swept over the bedroom I had called my sanctuary for as long as I could remember. The posters on the walls, the chipped dresser I’d stubbornly refused to replace, all of it whispered memories of a time when my life was my own. But that was over now.Wiping away the tears that blurred my vision, I steeled myself and heaved the suitcase toward the door. The horn sounded again, impatient this time, as though the world outside was eager to rip me away from the last vestiges of comfort I had.When I stepped outside, the sleek black car idling at the curb seemed to absorb the very light around it, a fitting metaphor for the darkness that was about to consume me. The driver, a man with a neatly pressed suit and a face devoid of expression, stepped out and reached for my

Nicholas’s Point Of ViewThe soft click of the front door echoed in the vast expanse of the lobby as I stepped inside. A low murmur from the guards stationed at the door caught my attention.“Sir,” one of them began, his tone professional yet laced with apprehension. “Mrs. De Luca attempted to leave earlier. We stopped her as per your instructions.”I nodded once, dismissing them with a wave of my hand. “Good. Keep up the vigilance.”Steeling myself, I walked into the house, exhaustion clinging to me like a second skin. The weight of today’s business dealings bore heavily on my shoulders, but I had no time to dwell on it. As I crossed the living room a storm was brewing.She was waiting for me.Elena stood in the middle of the foyer, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her petite frame radiating fury. Her foot tapped an impatient rhythm against the marble floor, the sharp clicks echoing through the silent space. She was a sight to behold, with fire dancing in her eyes and defiance et

Elena's Point Of ViewHurrying off through the back, I dashed into the road, flagging down the first cab that came my way, without as much as telling the cab man where I was going to, I slumped into his cab. "Move" I ordered as the cab man drove off, I turned to the entrance and the satisfaction of getting away felt different "Where to Miss?" the cab man asked making me turn to him and gave him the address of where I was headed toThe cab hummed softly beneath me, the city’s noise muted as the vehicle weaved through the streets. My heart raced, not with fear, but with excitement. I’d done it. I’d slipped away from Nicholas's so-called dumb guards like a shadow in the night. The look on his face when they informed him of my escape would be priceless.A smirk tugged at my lips as I leaned back against the worn leather seat. Today was so important to me. Nothing, not even him would stop me.“Miss, we’re here,” the cab driver said, pulling into the general parking lot.I glanced out the