Owned by the Mafia boss: The teacher's fate

(Aurora's POV)

The bus jolted as it pulled into the station, shaking my tired body awake. I blinked rapidly, adjusting to the bustling scene before me. Naples. My new home.

Stepping off the bus, I clutched the worn handle of my suitcase, my fingers trembling slightly. The city air was different-thick with the scent of the sea, coffee, and something else entirely... power. It was nothing like the quiet village I had left behind, where the roads were dusty, the houses small, and life moved at a slow, predictable pace.

I swallowed hard, gripping my suitcase tighter. I had dreamed of this moment for years. Leaving behind poverty, chasing something bigger, something better. Teaching at one of Naples' most prestigious private schools wasn't just a job; it was my ticket to a new life. A life where I wasn't just the poor girl from a forgotten village.

I forced a deep breath. You did this for a reason, Aurora. No turning back now.

"Signorina, are you lost?" a kind, elderly man asked, his voice cutting through my anxious thoughts.

I shook my head quickly. "No, just... taking it all in."

He chuckled. "Ah, Naples does that to people. Welcome to the city, ragazza."

I gave him a small smile before walking toward the tiny apartment I had rented. The streets were alive with movement-Vespas zipping by, people shouting in rapid Italian, street vendors selling fresh bread and espresso. It was overwhelming, but in the best way.

Finally, I reached my building, an old structure with ivy creeping up the walls. It wasn't much-just a small space on the second floor-but it was mine. As I unlocked the door, I caught sight of my neighbor across the hall.

Matteo.

We had only spoken briefly when I came to check out the apartment last week, but his warm smile and deep green eyes had lingered in my mind. He was effortlessly charming, the kind of man who carried an easy confidence.

He leaned against his doorframe, arms crossed, flashing me that lazy grin. "New girl finally moving in?"

I laughed softly. "That obvious?"

"Just a little. You look like someone who's never been to the city before."

"I haven't." I smiled, feeling my nerves ease slightly. "I'm Aurora."

"Matteo." His eyes ran over me, not in a way that made me uncomfortable, but in a way that made my heart race just a little. "Welcome to the chaos."

Maybe... just maybe, I could have more than just survival in this city. Maybe I could have something good.

What I didn't know was that my life was already claimed.

What I didn't know was that I belonged to a man I had never even met.

(Riccardo's POV – Unseen)

From the backseat of my car, I watched her. Small. Fragile. Unaware.

Naples had seen many girls like her-young, hopeful, naive. They came searching for something better, thinking the city was kind, thinking it had room for them. They never understood the truth.

This city belonged to men like me. Ruthless. Powerful. Untouchable.

She was not meant to last here.

And yet, I couldn't look away.

Her long chestnut hair fell in waves down her back, her delicate hands gripping the suitcase as if it held her entire world. The way she looked at everything with wonder... it was foolish. But it was also mesmerizing.

Then my eyes darkened.

Matteo.

I clenched my jaw as I watched him flirt with her, flashing that smug grin, standing too close. Too close to something that doesn't belong to him.

He didn't know it yet, but he had made a mistake.

She didn't know it yet, but her fate had already been sealed.

Aurora.

A beautiful name. A name I would soon hear gasping against my skin.

She was mine.

She just didn't know it yet.

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(Aurora's POV)

My new home was small but cozy, with wooden floors that creaked under my steps and a single window that overlooked the lively street below. It wasn't much, but it was mine.

After unpacking the few belongings I had, I stood by the window, watching Naples come alive under the golden glow of the setting sun. The city was beautiful in a way that made my chest ache-a mix of old and new, rich and poor, beauty and danger.

A knock at the door startled me.

I hesitated before opening it to find Matteo standing there, holding a bottle of wine and wearing a smile that could melt anyone's defenses.

"Thought I'd officially welcome you to the building," he said, lifting the bottle. "Unless you don't drink?"

I laughed softly. "I do... occasionally."

"Well, tonight's an occasion, isn't it?" He leaned against the doorway. "New life, new city... new neighbor."

I bit my lip, feeling a warmth rise in my cheeks. Matteo was effortlessly charming, the kind of man who knew exactly what to say.

"Alright," I relented. "But only one glass."

As we sat on the small balcony, sipping wine and watching the city lights flicker to life, I felt something I hadn't in a long time. Light. Like, for the first time, I could just exist without worry.

But that feeling wouldn't last.

(Riccardo's POV)

From the alley below, I watched them.

My fingers curled around the glass of whiskey in my hand, the ice clinking against the crystal as I swirled the dark liquid. My men stood silently behind me, knowing better than to interrupt.

Aurora.

Her laugh drifted down from the balcony, soft and unguarded. A sound that made something dark coil inside me. She looked happy.

With him.

Matteo.

My fingers tightened around the glass until a sharp crack filled the air. I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to stay composed. He was nothing. A man who thought he could touch what wasn't his.

He didn't know it yet, but he was already a dead man.

I took another sip of whiskey, watching the way Aurora tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the way her lips curled in amusement as she listened to him.

Soon, she would learn.

She would understand that she had no choices left.

Because Aurora wasn't meant to be with someone like him.

She was meant to be mine.

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(Aurora's POV)

The next morning, sunlight streamed through my window, pulling me from sleep. My head ached slightly-a reminder of the wine Matteo and I had shared the night before.

I stretched, rolling out of bed and making my way to the tiny kitchen. As the coffee brewed, I let my mind drift back to our conversation. Matteo had been kind, easy to talk to. It felt nice to have someone make me feel welcome.

Maybe Naples wasn't as intimidating as I thought.

I had no idea that danger was already circling me like a predator watching its prey.

A sharp knock at my door made me jump. I wasn't expecting anyone. Frowning, I padded over and cracked it open.

A tall man in a dark suit stood there, his expression blank, his posture stiff. He wasn't old, but something about him felt cold and unapproachable.

"Signorina Aurora?"

I gripped the edge of the door. "Yes?"

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a black envelope and holding it out to me. "A message."

I hesitated before taking it. The moment my fingers touched the paper, the man turned and walked away without another word.

Unease settled in my stomach as I slowly closed the door.

Why would someone send me a message like this?

I took a shaky breath and opened the envelope. Inside was a single card, the paper thick and expensive. And written in elegant, sharp handwriting was a single sentence:

Stay away from Matteo.

My breath hitched.

No signature. No explanation. Just a warning.

My fingers tightened around the card.

Who would send this? And why?

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(Riccardo's POV)

From my office, I leaned back in my chair, watching the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Below, Naples moved like a beast, alive with power and danger. My city.

Aurora would learn what that meant soon enough.

A soft knock sounded at my door before it opened. My consigliere, Marco, stepped inside, his face unreadable.

"It's done," he said.

I smirked. "Good."

She would get the message.

Matteo was nothing. A distraction. An irritation. And I didn't tolerate irritations.

Aurora didn't know it yet, but I had already laid claim to her.

She was mine.

And I didn't share.