All Chapters of Bound To The Mafia: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ISADORA I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, surrounded by a room that practically screamed wealth and power. It didn’t take a genius to figure out where I was—this had to be Luca Morretti’s house. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, piecing together the events of last night. Wow, Isadora, you really delivered yourself right to the devil. I facepalmed, feeling the sting of my own stupidity. Looking down, I noticed I was still wearing the same clothes from last night. I let out a deep sigh of relief, thankful for that small mercy. Just as I sat up, the door creaked open, making me jump. A woman, probably in her mid-thirties, walked in, carrying a breakfast tray. Her movements were careful, deliberate, and behind her, a guard—tall, armed, and stone-faced—stood by the door like a silent threat. “You’re awake, Miss. I’m Anna,” she said with a polite, almost rehearsed smile. “Mr. Morretti asked me to tend to you. He left earlier, something important came up. He also asked me to give

ISADORA Luca’s had me in his house for two weeks now, and my life feels like it’s completely out of my control. My parents came for the engagement, so I’m essentially promised to him, though they refuse to tell me when the wedding is. I’ve missed a few classes, and after I crushed my phone, I asked for a new one just to call Laura and assure her I’m okay. I told her my grandma was sick, and I had to go visit her, but I’d catch up with my studies online. It was a lie, but it worked—kept her from getting suspicious and poking around. As for Luca, he’s allowed me to leave my room, The house was a sleek, four-story modern masterpiece, blending glass, steel, and marble. Inside, the foyer featured a grand staircase and a spacious living room with contemporary furniture and large windows. The kitchen was equipped with high-end appliances, while the dining area was perfect for entertaining. The bedrooms were luxurious. The top floor housed a home theater, bar, and game room, and the rooft

ISADORA I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on him, I swear. I was just looking for Rafael. Luca had told me to take him with me to shop for my school materials. One of his men directed me to his office, and that’s when I heard it. Luca’s voice, sharp and angry, cut through the door like a blade. He was talking about The Scorpions. What the hell is that? And then… my dad? A trafficking ring? There’s something going on, something big and no one is telling me about it. My chest felt tight as I stood there, frozen. I can’t just sit here in the dark. I have to find out what’s happening, especially if it involves my dad. Trying to shake off the unease curling in my stomach, I texted Laura to let her know I’d be back at school next week. Within minutes, my phone rang, her name flashing on the screen. “Oh my God, Isa!” she squealed the moment I picked up. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. Are you really coming back?” “Yes, I’ll be there next week,” I said, forcing myself to sound mor

ISADORA Flashes went off the moment we stepped out of the car, the bright lights blinding and relentless. Luca's hand found its place on my waist, firm and possessive, as he guided me into the grand hall."Don’t wander too far," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. I nodded, though the thought of wandering off was the furthest thing from my mind.Inside, Luca was immediately swept into a sea of people—some young, some older, but all with the same goal: to curry favor or ask for something only he could give. I watched as he handled them effortlessly, his charm on full display, while I stood to the side, feeling somewhat out of place in a room full of polished, dangerous faces.It wasn’t long before my parents arrived. My mother’s face lit up with a small, practiced smile as she pulled me into a hug."Isa, dear, you look beautiful," she said, her tone sweet but hollow."Thank you, Mother," I replied, my voice flat and distant."I miss you," she added, but her words barely regi

Isadora A slight movement beneath me startled me awake. I blinked, disoriented, and realized I'd fallen asleep on Luca's chest. His arm was still around me, holding me close, but his body jerked suddenly. "n-no, get away from her," he muttered, his voice hoarse, strained with something I couldn't place. His face twisted, brows furrowed as he shifted restlessly beneath me. "d-don't..." "Luca," I said softly, gently tapping his chest. "Luca, wake up. It's just a nightmare." But he didn't wake up. His expression darkened, his breathing uneven. Before I could react, his hand shot out, grabbing my arm in a vise-like grip. "Don't touch me," he hissed, his words slurred with sleep. "You're despicable. You killed her!" His hold tightened, his fingers digging painfully into my skin. "Luca!" I winced, trying to shake him awake. "Luca, wake up! You're hurting me!" His grip didn't loosen, and for a moment, panic surged through me. His nightmare had a hold on him, and I wasn't sure how to