Caged By The Mafia King

Shadows o

er cast eerie shadows across the opulent bedroom, twisting the golden accents into something almost sinister. The bed-large, luxurious, yet confining-felt mo

d below, lights twinkling in the distance, oblivious to the storm brewing within these walls. The man

t she? Yet something about this place, about him, made her feel exposed in a way she couldn't unders

stiffened, already knowing

cen

to him. He was dressed in his usual black, the open collar of his shirt revealing the hint of a tattoo

ed, his voice smooth yet edg

d a smirk. "Ne

self a drink, his movements precise, controlled. The ice in the glass clinked softly as he swirled the amber liqui

he fabric of her silk rob

ying her like a puzzle missing pieces. "An

unwavering. "Nothi

ar, his posture deceptively relaxed, yet his eyes were sharp, dissect

. "Then it's a good thing I'

eath her own skin. He took a slow sip, as if weighing his next words carefully. "Pain is a tea

blood, the screams, the betrayal. But she swal

if he could see the truth hidden ben

about you, Vincenzo? You sit there dissecting

the first time, she saw something crack in his perfect

ty," he said, his voice quieter now, almos

't speak

n of frustration. "My own blood betrayed me. Someone I would

rong person. And suddenly, for a moment too fleeting to grasp, she saw him-not as a Mafia

em. The air was thick with tension, the kind that came from

d, but because the intensity in his gaze threate

than you want to

urmur, but it hit

the most terrif

nding on opposite sid

her dare