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Elena Morelli was never meant to be part of the underworld. Living a quiet life as an aspiring artist, she had no idea that her bloodline held a secret—one that made her a target.

One night was all it took to destroy the illusion of safety.

Dragged to a nightclub by her best friend, Elena made a reckless decision—to let go, to indulge, to forget the dull routine of her life for just a few hours. That was when she met Alessio DeLuca.

He was devastatingly handsome, dangerously intense, and completely unlike anyone she had ever encountered. With his tailored suit, cold silver eyes, and commanding presence, he exuded power.

She didn’t know who he was.

She didn’t know that stepping into his world would cost her everything.

What was supposed to be a fleeting one-night stand turned into something far more sinister when she woke up to a nightmare—Alessio wasn’t just a man. He was the ruthless leader of the DeLuca crime family, and he wasn’t done with her yet.

Captured: The Cold Embrace of a Monster

Alessio DeLuca had built his empire on control. He didn’t make mistakes. He didn’t allow weaknesses. But the moment he saw Elena, something in him cracked.

He thought she was just another distraction.

Until he found out who she really was.

Elena Morelli wasn’t just some girl. She was connected to the mafia in a way she never knew—the hidden daughter of a disgraced Morelli boss. A bloodline that should have been erased.

To Alessio, she was a problem. A loose end. Someone who should have never existed.

And yet, he couldn’t kill her.

Instead, he took her. Caged her in his world.

She fought him at every turn, refusing to bow to his will. But Alessio was a man who got what he wanted—through pain, through fear, through desire.

Elena would learn obedience.

Or so he thought.

The War Within: Hate, Lust, and Something More

Elena refused to break.

She wasn’t a mafia princess. She wasn’t some pawn to be used. And she would never belong to a monster like Alessio.

But the more she fought, the more obsessed he became.

He punished her defiance. Tested her limits. Took pleasure in bending her to his will.

But what Alessio never expected was that she would start to unravel him, too.

The cruel control he prided himself on began to slip.

Her fire, her innocence—it was supposed to be nothing. And yet, it became everything.

But Alessio wasn’t a man who could love. Love was weakness.

And Elena? She was a distraction he should have destroyed.

Unraveling the Truth: A Legacy of Blood

Just when Elena thought she understood her captor, the truth about her past began to surface.

She wasn’t just any Morelli.

She was the heir to something far more dangerous than either of them realized—a bloodline tied to secrets that could shift the balance of power in the underworld.

Assassins came for her. Enemies rose from the shadows. And Alessio realized that letting her go was never an option.

Not because of duty.

Not because of power.

But because she had become his.

And now, he would kill for her.

The Final Choice: Love or Ruin

With war looming between the mafia families, Elena had a choice—stay with the man who had stolen her life, or risk everything to escape.

But running meant death.

Staying meant surrender.

And falling for Alessio DeLuca?

That meant ruin.

Yet, as the walls closed in and the truth of her past threatened to consume her, Elena realized one thing:

She wasn’t just his captive anymore.

She was his queen.

And Alessio?

He would burn the world to keep her.

Ruthless Mafia Captive

Alessio stood in his office, gripping the edge of his mahogany desk as he stared at the city beyond the towering windows. His reflection glared back at him in the glass—cold, controlled, ruthless.

His fingers twitched at the memory of her soft skin beneath his touch. The way her breath had hitched when he'd allowed himself that brief moment of tenderness. The way she had looked at him—like he was something more than the monster he had forced her to see.

He should have never let it happen.

Now, she thought there was a chance.

A chance that he might be more than what he had shown her.

That was a mistake he couldn't afford.

With a slow, measured breath, Alessio turned from the window, shoving the unwanted thoughts from his mind. He had let her believe in tenderness for a moment—just one moment.

Now, he would remind her of exactly where she stood.

Elena barely had time to react when the door to her room swung open.

Alessio stood in the threshold, his expression unreadable, his gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

An acknowledgment of what had passed between them.

But as soon as she met his eyes, she knew.

There was nothing left of that man now.

And the Alessio who had no intention of letting her forget it.

"Get up." His voice was quiet, but there was no mistaking the command in it.

Elena hesitated, her fingers gripping the blanket draped over her lap. "Why?"

A flicker of something darkened his eyes. Amusement? Annoyance?

He stepped forward, closing the distance between them in an instant. "Because I said so."

Done with letting her believe in softness.

And part of her—a foolish part—ached at the loss of it.

She had already surrendered so much.

Alessio exhaled sharply, his patience thinning. "Don't make me repeat myself, tesoro."

And yet, she still lifted her chin. "And if I don't?"

For a split second, something flickered in his gaze. Something dangerous.

The next, she was pinned beneath him on the bed, his hands caging her in, his body pressing against hers.

"You don't get to challenge me, Elena," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "You don't get to push me. Not anymore."

Something she still wasn't ready to name.

Just like he used everything else.

Alessio's fingers trailed slowly down her arm, a ghost of the tenderness he had given her before. But now, it wasn't a gift.

A reminder that he controlled this.

"You belong to me," he whispered against her skin, his voice rough, edged with possession. "And I don't share what's mine."

Elena swallowed hard, her body betraying her resolve.

Because no matter how much she fought—

No matter how much she wanted to deny it—

Chapter 33: His to Command