Trapped by the Mafia King
my voice trembling with a mix of fear
mured, his fingers tracing a delicate line along my jawline. "I want a family, a legacy.
ggled to comprehend his words. This co
ome semblance of control despite the panic rising within me. "Do y
erent, don't you? So innocent," he taunted, his tone turning colder. "But you'r
en us, but his grip tightened like iron bands around my wrists.
voice barely a whisper. "
ense of dread. "You have no choice, Elena," he whisp
consume me. But deep down, I knew the truth: there was no escaping him. Not unless I was w
e, I knew that my life would never be the same again. He stole my first kiss and n
. Finally, he released me, and I gasped for breath, my lungs burnin
drel like him. But it still frustrated me that he didn't care that my
e hoarse from the strain.
verwhelming. "You think you have a choice?" he whispered m
h despair. "I will never sign that paper.
na, you have so much to learn. Death wou
aging to create a small distance between us
irritation. "You overestimate your resilie
from the bed, my mind racing for an escape route. I stumbled toward
ere," he growled, pulli
amed, struggling ag
be over," he insisted, his
rough gritted teeth,
grip, his fingers digging painfully into my skin. "
down on me. I knew he wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted. But I coul
ense standoff. His eyes flickered with annoyanc
commanded, h
dening slightly at the sight
e. "Very well. We'll continue this later," he said, giv
nly bought myself a little more time. The threat still loomed, and my options were running out. But a
d a way to escape this nightmare
to me, "Madam, are you okay?!"
time." I patted my chest and replied, sha
re. You are weak, and you need energy t
pt this plight?" I asked, assuming that she
an must not give up easily and be played by men like a toy."
She didn't mock me for reacting violently against
him. But, I can't bring myself to do this. I feel like everything he told about
ver trust this murderer. If he can kill an innocen