All Chapters of Trapped by the Mafia Boss : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“What if I don’t want to do this? What if I don't want to sell my body like you—”The slap came faster than I could process, the sting spreading across my cheek as my head snapped to the side.“Don’t you dare question me,” my mother hissed, her voice venomous. “Do you think I wanted to do the things I did? Sleeping with men, lowering myself for you? I sacrificed everything to keep you fed and clothed. You owe me this, Sylvia.”Did every mother say that to their daughter?I held my burning cheek, staring at her in disbelief. Her face was twisted in anger, and the lies dripped from her mouth. She never sacrificed anything for me—not willingly. My father’s death had stripped away the thin veil of decency she once pretended to wear.I took a step back, swallowing the lump rising in my throat. “You didn’t do it for me,” I said quietly. My voice trembling despite my best effort to sound strong. “You did it for the money, for the heels and the dresses, for the nights you could pretend to be

Mario’s POVI took a long swig of vodka, letting the bitter burn scrape its way down my throat. My eyes squeezed shut as I swallowed, but it didn’t help.I hadn’t felt this twisted up inside since... well, since her. Two years ago. And now this girl—the way she looked at me, the way she fought me—she reminded me too much of her.A carbon copy. Same fire in her eyes. Same recklessness.I thought having her here would make me feel better, like it would fill the hole Vivianne left behind. Instead, it was carving me open all over again. What the fuck was I doing?“We’ve prepared her in your chambers, Santiago. Just like you wanted.”Lorenzo’s voice cut through my thoughts as he stepped into my office. He was the only one who could call me by my name, the only one who didn’t tread lightly around me. Maybe that’s why I kept him around—he didn’t put up with my shit.“Who did it?” I asked, my voice harsher than I intended. I took another swig of the bottle, but Lorenzo snatched it from my han

SYLVIA'S POVThe moment I felt the cold nuzzle press against the back of my head, I knew I was going to die.I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the bullet, for the sharp, splitting pain that would drag me under. But it never came.Instead, there was a rush of movement, a force knocking the gun away, followed by the sound of bodies crashing to the ground."Run! Run and don’t fucking look back!"That was all I needed. My feet moved before my mind could catch up. I scrambled upright, bolting through the door so fast I nearly smacked my head against the frame. Outside, chaos reigned—people screaming, scattering, the air thick with panic from the first gunshot that had taken Mario down.I ran.Ran like my life depended on it.Tripping, staggering, barely registering the pain as I pushed forward, lungs burning, legs screaming. I burst onto the road, waving frantically for a car to stop. None did.And then I made the mistake of looking back.He was coming.A strangled breath left my throat

Sylvia's POV Flashing Mario this early on wasn’t part of the plan.Hell, ever flashing Mario wasn’t supposed to happen.Yet here I was.Frozen. Mortified. Watching the damn smirk on his face grow like he’d just won the lottery. And then he had the audacity—the sheer nerve—to open his mouth."I really love seeing you like this, but the doctor said I shouldn’t fuck you crazy yet—y’know, to avoid tearing my stitches," he said, all bright-eyed and beaming like this was the best news ever.That was my slap back to reality.The audacity of this man!Heat burned my cheeks as I wrapped the towel tight around me, snatched up the second duffle bag, and stormed past him, shoving my shoulder against his on the way up the stairs. Once inside my room, I locked the door twice before pressing my forehead against it.I wanted to die.How was I ever supposed to face him again?Fuck.Taking a deep breath, I turned and unzipped the bag, expecting my old clothes. But the second I caught a glimpse of lace

Sylvia's POV Mario's lips slowly traced my body back up until they reached mine, pressing softly at first. The kiss was slow, deep, and oh-so-tender, but it didn’t stay that way for long. My mouth opened instinctively, allowing him to deepen the kiss as his lips began to suck on mine, coaxing and pulling me in.I fought the moan threatening to tear out of my throat. The way his lips moved against mine... it was torture, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold back for much longer. And just as I thought I had a hold on myself, his lips brushed mine again, this time with more force, his tongue poking. I lost it.My nails dug into his back, the sharpness of the motion making him groan into the kiss. His hands gripped my ass, lifting me effortlessly against the wall. My body shuddered as our tongues blended together, slow and passionate. The kiss kept building, and before I knew it, I was begging for more.“God, my tits, please Mario, just touch them,” I pleaded, thrusting my chest