Enzo Turned To The Mafias Mistress

The night was dark, oppressive even.

 Alessia's breath came in ragged gasps as she tore through the empty streets, her legs threatening to give way beneath her. 

 Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the sweat that plastered her hair to her skin. 

Her entire body trembled, but she couldn't stop-not now. She had escaped her captors, but they were on her heels.

The distant sound of heavy footsteps thundered against the pavement behind her. 

Her heart pounded like a drum in her chest, fear gripping every fiber of her being.

"Get her!" one of the men yelled, his voice cutting through the silence of the night.

Alessia choked back a sob, her swollen lips trembling.

 She stumbled but caught herself before hitting the ground. 

Her bare feet stung from the rough terrain, and every movement sent sharp pains through her bruised and battered body.

"Please..." she whispered to no one in particular. Her voice was hoarse, barely audible. 

"Just let me get away..."

She tripped again, this time hitting the ground hard. Pain shot through her knee, and when she stood, her limp was more pronounced. 

Blood trickled down her shin, staining the ripped fabric of her pants. 

She turned her head, and the sight of the men closing in sent a new wave of terror through her.

"I won't go back," she muttered, more to herself than anyone else.

 Her hands shook as she pushed herself forward. The street was eerily quiet, no sign of life around. 

Just darkness, and the sound of her pursuers closing the distance.

Her escape had been sheer luck. 

The men guarding her had been distracted, arguing over something trivial, and she had seized the moment to run. 

Now, though, it felt like her luck was running out.

Alessia's lungs burned as she forced herself to keep going.

 Ahead, a faint light appeared in the distance-a flicker of hope in the overwhelming darkness.

 Her legs screamed in protest, but she pushed on, the light drawing her in.

The light grew brighter, blinding as she stepped into its full glare. 

She raised her hands instinctively, shielding her face, but the exhaustion was too much. 

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the cold pavement.

The light was from a car. Its engine hummed as it came to an abrupt stop, just a few feet from where Alessia lay.

Inside the car, Enzo Vittorio's sharp, piercing eyes widened in horror.

 His jaw clenched as he stared at the crumpled figure on the ground.

"Matteo, stop the car!" Enzo barked, his deep, gravelly voice laced with urgency.

"It's already stopped, sir," Matteo, the driver, replied, his hands still gripping the steering wheel. 

"But what was she thinking, running out like that?"

Enzo glared at him. 

"How the hell am I supposed to know? Get out and check on her."

Matteo hesitated, but a single look from Enzo had him unbuckling his seatbelt and stepping out of the car.

Alessia lay motionless, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. 

Matteo approached her cautiously, his footsteps echoing in the stillness.

"Miss? Are you okay?" Matteo crouched down, his voice softer now.

Before Alessia could respond, the sound of approaching footsteps caught his attention.

 Three men emerged from the shadows, their expressions predatory as they closed in.