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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's grip on her chin didn't loosen. If anything, it tightened—just enough to make Elena shudder, to remind her that he owned her.

But the battle had already been lost.

"You're mine, Elena." His voice was low, dark, absolute. "There is no past, no bloodline, no secrets that change that. Do you understand?"

Her breathing was uneven, her body locked between the instinct to defy him and the knowledge that it would be pointless.

She swallowed hard. "You killed him."

Alessio's expression remained unreadable. "I did."

She hated how easily he admitted it, how effortlessly he stole away her choices, her questions—her control.

But more than that—she hated how much she wanted to let him.

Her heart was hammering against her ribs, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed at her to resist.

A slow smirk tugged at his lips. "You're trembling."

Her eyes burned with frustration. "Because you—"

"Because you want to fight me," he interrupted smoothly. "But you also want to give in."

"Deny it," he challenged. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't feel it."

Because the truth was sinking into her bones, wrapping around her like chains she didn't want to escape.

Alessio's fingers slid from her chin, trailing down her throat, his touch both possessive and dangerous. "There's nothing left for you outside of me, Elena." His thumb pressed against the frantic pulse in her neck. "You know it."

Her lips parted, but no words came.

Because no matter how hard she tried to deny it, she had already chosen.

Alessio's grip tightened one last time—just enough to remind her who she belonged to—before he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear.

But she already knew the words that would leave her lips.

Chapter 38: Submission or Suffering