All Chapters of The Mafia's Little Obsession: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Elena’s Point Of ViewI woke up to the rhythmic rise and fall of Nicholas’s chest beneath my cheek, his arms wrapped protectively around me like a cocoon. For a fleeting moment, the world felt distant, a faint echo beyond the safety of his embrace. He looked peaceful in his sleep, a stark contrast to the man who commanded an empire with sharp words and colder actions.I traced the faint scar on his jaw with my finger, wondering about the stories he’d never told me. How many battles had he fought, both physical and emotional to get to this moment? A smile crept onto my lips as I imagined waking up like this every day. Maybe, just maybe, this could work.Not wanting to wake him, I slipped out of bed, the cool floor beneath my feet grounding me. I decided to surprise him with breakfast, something normal amidst our not-so-normal lives. As I tiptoed down the grand staircase, the scents of coffee and sizzling bacon wafted through the air.The kitchen staff was already at it, bustling like a

Elena’s Point Of View The chilled morning air bit at my skin as I wandered down the empty path leading from Nicholas’s estate. Each step felt heavier than the last, my thoughts spinning in endless circles. The world I had willingly stepped into, for love or madness, was far darker than I had imagined.The image of Alejandro rushing down the hallway replayed in my mind, paired with the fragmented pieces of the conversation I had overheard. "The Castillos are back. Elena is the key." Those words had rooted themselves deep in my chest, suffocating every breath I tried to take.I needed air, space to think and clear my mind But even as I walked, my unease grew. The quiet was too absolute, too unnatural.The sound of footsteps behind me made me pause. My heart stuttered, and I spun around, but the path was empty."Get it together, Elena, stop hallucinating for pits sake!" I muttered under my breath, forcing myself to keep walking.A few more steps, and then it happened so fast, a hand cla

Nicholas's Point Of ViewThe morning sun filtered through the heavy drapes of my study, but its warmth did little to thaw the icy rage simmering in my chest. I had spent most of the night after Elena had slept off strategizing, trying to tie up loose ends before sending Elena away. I hated the idea of her leaving my side, but the constant threats from the Castillos over her head were becoming too frequent, too reckless. Keeping her here was no longer an option, it wasn’t safe.I leaned back in my chair, running a hand through my hair. A half-empty coffee mug sat on the desk beside a stack of reports I hadn’t even glanced at. My focus was on Elena and the promise I had made to her the night before.She deserved better than this chaos, better than me. But I'd be damned if I was going to let anyone harm her.Looking at the time it was barely 7am, It was time. I had woken Elena up earlier to pack her things, and Alejandro and the men were already stationed outside, waiting to escort us.

Nicholas’s POVThe moment I saw the picture of Elena, tied and gagged, her eyes wide with terror, a cold rage settled in my chest. My heart hammered against my ribs as if trying to escape, as if it, too, couldn’t bear the sight of her like that. I gripped the photo so tightly that the edges crumpled under my fingers. I couldn’t let myself think about the possibility of losing her, not yet. Not ever.It's been two days no news yet about her whereabout “Alejandro,” I barked, my voice sharp as a blade slicing through the tense air of the room. “What's the update on the search? where the hell she is?”Alejandro stood across the room, his face a mask of calm, though I knew him well enough to see the flicker of concern in his eyes. His phone chimed and he excused himself to take the call.I paced the length of the room in his absence, my thoughts spiraling. Every second felt like an eternity, the kind of eternity that gnawed at your sanity. She needed me, and I wasn’t there. My mind conjure

Nicholas’s Point Of ViewThe phone rang just as I was pouring a drink, the weight of the last Forty Eight hours pressing down on my chest like a vice. My hand trembled slightly as I reached for the glass, amber liquid swirling with every thought of Elena. She was out there somewhere, scared, alone, and I was here, helpless.The screen lit up with Alejandro’s name, and I didn’t hesitate to answer. “Tell me you’ve got something.”His voice was steady, almost too calm. “We found the location where she us being held.”Everything in me froze for a split second, and then the storm broke loose. “Where?” I demanded, my voice sharper than a blade.“An old Castillo warehouse on the outskirts of town,” he said. “But It’s heavily guarded. We’ll need... ”“I don’t give a damn how many men they have and what we need,” I snapped, already moving. “we need to get Elena out of there tonight.”Alejandro sighed, but there was no argument. He knew better. "I will be at the warehouse in 30 minutes with mor