Sold To The Mafia Lord

ght of the room's attention still pressing down on her. Every glance, every whispered conversation seemed to carry her

a said quietly, breaking

ry inch of him radiating control. But there was something different now, a flicker of someth

d flatly. "Trust is not a c

ned. "Then

nt, it felt like the entire room disappeared.

held her close and told her she was his. No, this version of Dante was colder, harder, shaped by the brutal realitie

" she asked softly, her voice ba

. "You're more than th

ning. He carried an air of authority, the kind of presence that demanded attention without needing to say a word. The crowd

mooth, though there was an underlying

e guarded but polite. "I didn't

tly in curiosity before he turned his attention back to

ed closer to Dante, though she hated herself for doing so. She didn't wan

ssive gesture. "Elena is with me," he said, his tone lea

Instead, he smiled, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Careful, Dant

t in them, a warning that hit too close to home. She didn't know what game these

the tension radiating off him. "I'm well aware of the risks,

As long as you know what you're doing, my friend.

ena before turning and walking away, disap

hest tight with the unspoken threats that had filled the conversa

had disappeared. "Carlo is a powerful man. And he's right-a

ere?" she asked quietly, her

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch surprising

them seemed to crumble. Elena's heart ached with confusion. How could this man-this dange

had gathered near the entrance, their voices raised, tense and urgent. Dante's entire deme

gument. Without waiting for her response, he strode towa

inct screamed at her to follow, to demand answers, but she knew better than to disobey. Dan

scanned the room, trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening, but the sea of bodies obsc

and clamped d

with a man she didn't recognize-tall, muscular, and with a

led, his grip tightenin

struggling to free herself, bu

ere, grabbing the man by the throat and slamming him into

nt

that Elena had never seen before. He had the man pinned against the wall,

his voice low and lethal, "and I wil

lly, choking for air, h

etting him crumple to the floor. Without sparing the man another glance,

asked, his voice st

process the adrenaline coursing through her veins. All she could do was st

gently cupping her face as he looke

ough the room and out the front doors, the cold night air hittin

the first time that night, Elena felt like she could breathe again. But as

gerous than she had ever imagined. And n

g with questions, with fears, with a growing sense of dread. But there was one q

to become to survi