All Chapters of Trapped with the Mafia Boss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Elena PovI tossed and turned in bed, my mind refusing to shut down. No matter how many times I told myself that Alessandro was nothing more than my captor, the truth kept creeping in.Something was changing between us.I hated it.I hated him.Didn’t I?I threw the silk sheets off my body and sat up, pressing my fingers against my temples. The estate was quiet now, the kind of silence that felt suffocating rather than peaceful.I needed to breathe.I needed to remind myself that this place—this man—was not my future.I slipped out of bed, pulling on the robe draped over the chair by my vanity. The fabric was soft, luxurious, and another reminder of Alessandro’s world.Everything about this place screamed his control.I stepped out onto the balcony, letting the cool night air wash over me. The city lights flickered in the distance, a stark contrast to the dark shadows stretching across the vast estate.I wondered how many secrets were buried beneath this mansion.How many people had A

Elena's pov The air between us was charged, thick with something I couldn’t name. Alessandro stood close—too close—his gaze locked onto mine like he was trying to decipher something hidden beneath the surface. I should have pushed him away. I should have reminded myself who he was, what he had done. But for some reason, I didn’t move. His fingers brushed against my arm, featherlight, but it sent a jolt through my entire body. “You’re quiet,” he murmured, his voice deep, smooth, dangerous. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. “I have nothing to say to you.” His lips curled slightly, like he found my resistance amusing. “You always have something to say, Elena.” I hated that he was right. But for once, I truly didn’t know what to say. I was trapped in this life, bound to a man I despised. And yet, in moments like this—when the world outside these walls faded and it was just him and me—it was hard to remember why I still fought so hard. Alessandro’s hand lifted, his knuckles bru

(Elena’s POV)The air was thick with the scent of blood and gunpowder, yet the only thing I could focus on was Alessandro. He stood there, gun still in his hand, his dark eyes locked onto mine.I wanted to say something, to ask him why he was here, why he had saved me after letting me go. But the words stuck in my throat.The silence stretched between us, heavy with everything left unsaid.Finally, Alessandro exhaled, stepping closer. “You’re hurt.”His voice was calm, but I could hear the tension underneath it. He reached out, his fingers grazing the wound on my side. I sucked in a breath, the sharp sting forcing me to pull away.“It’s nothing,” I muttered, though the pain was already making my head spin.His jaw tightened. “Don’t lie to me.”I huffed, but before I could protest further, he holstered his gun and grabbed my wrist. “Come on.”I hesitated. “Where are we going?”“Somewhere safe.”I almost laughed at that. “Safe? Since when is anywhere safe with you?”His grip on my wrist

(Elena’s POV) The silence between us stretched, thick with unspoken words. Alessandro’s fingers were still intertwined with mine, his grip firm yet hesitant—like he wasn’t sure if I would pull away. But I didn’t. For the first time, I wasn’t running. I wasn’t sure if that made me brave or foolish. Maybe both. He exhaled slowly, his thumb brushing against my skin, sending a shiver up my arm. “So, what now?” I swallowed, my throat dry. “I don’t know.” A wry smirk ghosted his lips. “For someone who just made a life-changing decision, you don’t seem very sure about anything.” I let out a breathless laugh, shaking my head. “That’s because I’m not.” I wasn’t sure what this was between us. I wasn’t sure if it was built on something real or if it was just the weight of shared scars pressing us together. But for once, I wasn’t trying to analyze or escape it. Alessandro’s expression softened in a way I wasn’t used to seeing. He wasn’t the cold, calculated Mafia boss in this moment.

Elena’s POVA deadly silence filled the room after Alessandro hung up the phone. His face was carved from stone, his usual calm sharpened into something lethal.“They’re coming,” he said, already strapping a gun to his side.I swallowed hard. “How many?”He looked at me. “All of them.”My stomach twisted, but I forced myself to stand straighter. This was what I had been training for.A voice crackled over the radio. “Boss, we’ve got movement. Black SUVs approaching fast. They’re not here to negotiate.”Alessandro grabbed another gun, handing it to me. “Stay close. Don’t hesitate.”I nodded, gripping the cold metal in my hand. My heart pounded, but I wasn’t the same woman who had been helpless weeks ago.I was ready.The moment we stepped outside, chaos erupted.The first SUV screeched to a halt at the mansion gates, and the second followed right behind it. Then the doors burst open, and they poured out—men dressed in dark suits, armed to the teeth.Gunfire cracked through the night.I