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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

Elena's pulse hammered as Alessio pinned her against the desk, his hands firm, his presence undeniable.

She had fought for her place. She had gathered men, claimed her birthright, and stood tall as the heir to the De Luca empire.

He had never been the kind of man to let something he wanted slip through his fingers.

His fingers brushed her throat, slow, possessive. "You built yourself a nice little kingdom, bambolina." His voice was smooth, lethal. "But tell me—was it ever really yours?"

She forced herself to hold his gaze. "It is now."

A smirk curved his lips—dark. Knowing.

Then, in a flash, he lifted her onto the desk, his body sliding between her legs.

"Do you really think these men follow you?" he murmured, tilting her chin up. "Do you think they kneel because they believe in you?"

Elena clenched her jaw. "I gave them a reason to."

Alessio chuckled. Mocking. Dangerous.

"No, dolcezza." His hands gripped her thighs, fingers biting into her skin. "They kneel because they smell blood. Because they think they can use you. Twist you into the queen they want."

His lips brushed against her ear, sending a shiver through her.

"But they don't know what I know."

Elena swallowed. "And what's that?"

Alessio's hands slid up her back, pulling her flush against him.

"That you were never meant to rule alone."

His lips ghosted over hers, teasing, threatening.

"You think you've won," he murmured. "You think you've taken back your empire."

His grip tightened—unforgiving, possessive.

"But every piece of power you've gathered… belongs to me."

She gasped as he yanked her even closer, their bodies colliding.

His eyes burned into hers, a silent promise.

"You can fight me," he whispered. "You can claw and scratch and pretend you want to be their queen."

His fingers trailed down her spine, making her shiver.

And deep down—she knew he was right.

Because no matter how much she fought…

No matter how much she resisted…

Chapter 45: Alessio Takes Control