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One Step Ahead

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-07-09 18:11:43

Dante POV

James's voice kept looping in my head on the drive back.

“You’re already too late.”

A dead man's last words shouldn't carry that much weight, but they did, sitting in my chest like a stone I couldn't put down.

I called Luca before we'd even reached the gates.

"Pull everyone in," I said. "Now."

By the time Elena and I walked into the war room, six men were already at the table and more were coming.

Maps of the industrial district south of the river covered half the surface, we
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  • The Mafia Who Bought Me    One Step Ahead

    Dante POV James's voice kept looping in my head on the drive back. “You’re already too late.” A dead man's last words shouldn't carry that much weight, but they did, sitting in my chest like a stone I couldn't put down. I called Luca before we'd even reached the gates. "Pull everyone in," I said. "Now." By the time Elena and I walked into the war room, six men were already at the table and more were coming. Maps of the industrial district south of the river covered half the surface, weighted down at the corners with empty coffee cups. Luca had a red circle drawn around a warehouse three blocks off the water. "James gave up the location before he died," Luca said, tapping the circle. "Old textile building. She's had it for months, according to him." "According to him," one of my men repeated, skeptical. "He wasn't lying," Elena said. Everyone looked at her. She didn't flinch. "I watched his face. He knew he was already dead. Men like that don't lie when there's nothing

  • The Mafia Who Bought Me    The Point of No Return

    Elena POV James was on his knees in front of us, hands tied behind his back, breathing hard through a split lip. The weak overhead light made the blood on his face look almost black. He didn't look like the man who used to guard Dante's back at family dinners, the one who always let me have the last piece of bread without anyone noticing. He looked small. I stood a few feet away, the gun heavy in my hand. Dante had given it to me without a word. He was right behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat of his body, but he wasn't stepping in. This was mine to do. James looked up, eyes wide and desperate. "Elena, please. you don't have to do this. You're not like them. You can still walk away from all of it." His voice cracked on the last word, and for a second I remembered him bringing me water on my second night here, back when he was just the quiet one who never met my eyes. But he had pressed a gun to my head on that boat. He had laughed while Dante bled out on the do

  • The Mafia Who Bought Me    Hunting James

    Elena’s POV The shipyard was darker than I expected. The air smelled like salt water, rust, and old fish left too long in the sun. Every breath I took left a weird taste in my mouth. I sat in the back of the armored SUV, hands resting on my thighs, trying to keep them still even though my fingers kept twitching. My heart was beating steady but hard, like it knew something big was coming and I wasn’t as ready as I wanted to be. Dante was in the passenger seat. Luca was driving. The three of us had been quiet for most of the ride. I had insisted on coming. I didn’t beg or argue, I just told them straight that I was going. Dante had looked at me for a long second, like he was weighing whether to fight me on it. In the end he nodded. Fantastic. Because I wasn’t staying behind tonight, not anymore. I wasn’t the same girl anymore. I had blood on my hands now. I had chosen this life. I had chosen Dante. And if we were going after James, I was going to be there. The car rolled slowly thro

  • The Mafia Who Bought Me    Claimed

    Dante’s POVI pushed the bedroom door open and stopped dead.The floor was covered in broken pieces of plastic and metal. The recorder — or what was left of it — was smashed to shit near the dresser. And in the middle of that mess stood Elena.She was breathing hard, chest rising and falling fast, fists clenched at her sides. Her hair was messy, her eyes were burning with pure rage, and her whole body looked like it was coiled tight, ready to explode. She didn’t look scared... She didn’t look broken.She looked fucking magnificent.My cock twitched at the sight of her like that.“What happened?” I asked, stepping inside and closing the door behind me.Elena didn’t answer right away. She just pointed at the shattered pieces on the floor, her jaw tight.“Isabella,” she said, voice flat. “She sent a recording. I listened to it. Multiple times.”I walked closer, eyes never leaving her face. I could see the fire in her. She wasn’t crumbling. She wasn’t crying. She was pissed. Really pissed

  • The Mafia Who Bought Me    The First Taunt

    Elena POVI was still feeling that warm, lazy afterglow from the morning when one of the maids knocked softly on the bedroom door.She looked nervous, shifting from foot to foot as she held out a small package wrapped in plain brown paper. No name. No return address. Nothing. Just a simple box tied with string. The second I saw it, my stomach dropped. I knew. I didn’t know how, but I knew exactly who it was from.I took it from her without saying thank you. My fingers already felt cold even though the room was warm. I closed the door behind her, locked it, and carried the package over to the bed like it was something that might explode if I moved too fast.For a long time I just sat there on the edge of the mattress, staring at it. My heart was already beating faster than normal. Part of me wanted to put it aside and wait for Dante to let him open it. To let him deal with whatever poison was inside. But I was tired of that. Tired of always being the one who needed someone else to stan

  • The Mafia Who Bought Me    Luca's Report

    Elena POVI stood under the hot water for a long time, letting it beat against my sore muscles. Dante had already showered and was getting dressed when I finally stepped out. He glanced at me as I wrapped a towel around myself, his eyes darkening again when they landed on the marks he’d left on my neck and hips. For a second I thought he might drag me back to bed, but he just clenched his jaw and looked away.“We can’t keep Luca waiting too long,” he said, pulling on a black shirt. His voice was back to that controlled tone he used when business was calling.I nodded and started drying off. My body still felt him everywhere — the pleasant ache between my legs, the tenderness on my skin, the way my lips felt slightly swollen from kissing. Last night and this morning felt like a fever dream. Part of me wanted to crawl back under the covers and pretend the outside world didn’t exist. The other part knew that was impossible.I chose simple clothes. Black pants and a soft sweater. Nothing

  • The Mafia Who Bought Me    What They Don’t See

    Dante’s POV The house was quieter than it should have been. Not calm. Not peaceful. Different. And control like this never came without a reason. I stood in my office, the glass untouched in my hand, my gaze fixed on the city stretching beyond the window. Lights flickered in the distance, unaware

  • The Mafia Who Bought Me    Fear Is Survival

    I couldn't stop shaking for hours after the attack. Even after the mansion had returned to that fake, heavy calmness, my body just refused to settle. It wasn't just basic fear anymore, it was something deeper, something that felt permanent. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring down at my hands. T

  • The Mafia Who Bought Me    When War Finds Us

    The morning sunlight didn’t feel like safety anymore. It felt like a warning, like something was coming that I wasn't ready for. The light stretched across the marble floors of the mansion, soft and golden, but it didn't do anything to ease the tension sitting heavy in my chest. Every shadow looke

  • The Mafia Who Bought Me    Dangerous Liaison

    The house didn’t just feel different. It felt like it was shrinking. Every time I turned a corner, the walls seemed an inch closer, the ceiling a little lower, I could feel the guards’ eyes on me—not looking at me, but looking through me, like I was already a ghost haunting these halls. I stood b

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