The Mafia's Vengeful Desire

her chest. Fear coursed through her veins as her eyes darted

e her breath catch in her throat. His piercing gaze cut through her like a knife, and she

ly against the cold, hard tiles. His hand shot out, gripping her chin with brutal force and tilting her face up so sh

his fingers digging into her skin as he leaned closer, his face inches from hers. His breath was hot against her cheek, but the rage in his eyes w

other possibly have done to this man to make him so enraged, so full of malice? She opened h

t every time I look at you, I see her. I see the woman who ruined my life

d, unforgiving tiles with a painful thud. She gasped, the impact knocking the wind out of her lungs. She lay

ched her struggle to push herself up, his expre

filled with a chilling authority. "And from now

s began to creep into her mind. She was at the mercy of a man who she knew was the ruthless mafia boss of the entire city. She heard his name many times, but she never thought she became hi

thing I tell you," he continued, his voice a menacing growl. "You belong to me now, Isabela. Your

wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her break, not yet. Her mind raced, trying to think of a way

dark amusement. "And don't think about trying to run," he said softly, almost mockingly.

he meant every word. He was not a man to be trifled with, not someone who would show

price? She wanted to scream, to demand answers, but the terror gripping her heart kept her silent. All she could do

mafia boss, ruthless and unforgivin

e injustice of it all, at being punished for something she had no control over. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She would survive t

f the room was deafening, broken only by the soft hum of the wind outside. Her wrists ached from the rough ropes that had bou

om. The woman was in her mid-40s, with sharp features and an air of cold indifference about her. Her dark hair was pulled tightly into a bun, and her eyes held no warm

walked toward Isabela, setting down a pile of clothes on the bed-a simple yet seductive

er in his bed, not just as a presence but as an object of his desire, his possession. The thought of it made her skin crawl, a sickening fear twisting in her stomach. Her body tre

king her head. "No, please

mpatience. "You don't have a choice," she said bluntly. "If you don't comply

about to happen, when she was trapped in a place where she had no control, no power, and no one to help her? She felt like a cornered anim

t if you want," she said coldly. "But it won't make any difference. Alessandro is no

ody shook, but deep inside, a flicker of defiance sparked. She couldn't just give in. She couldn't let Alessandro break her spirit, no mat

n hour. Make sure to comply, or you will be punished," the woman s