Possessive? She's The Mafia's Mistress

The night was dark, oppressive even.

Alessia's breath came in ragged gasps as she tore through the empty streets, her legs threatening to give way beneath her.

Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the sweat that plastered her hair to her skin.

Her entire body trembled, but she couldn't stop-not now. She had escaped her captors, but they were on her heels.

The distant sound of heavy footsteps thundered against the pavement behind her.

Her heart pounded like a drum in her chest, fear gripping every fiber of her being.

"Get her!" one of the men yelled, his voice cutting through the silence of the night.

Alessia choked back a sob, her swollen lips trembling.

She stumbled but caught herself before hitting the ground.

Her bare feet stung from the rough terrain, and every movement sent sharp pains through her bruised and battered body.

"Please..." she whispered to no one in particular. Her voice was hoarse, barely audible.

"Just let me get away..."

She tripped again, this time hitting the ground hard. Pain shot through her knee, and when she stood, her limp was more pronounced.

Blood trickled down her shin, staining the ripped fabric of her pants.

She turned her head, and the sight of the men closing in sent a new wave of terror through her.

"I won't go back," she muttered, more to herself than anyone else.

Her hands shook as she pushed herself forward. The street was eerily quiet, no sign of life around.

Just darkness, and the sound of her pursuers closing the distance.

Her escape had been sheer luck.

The men guarding her had been distracted, arguing over something trivial, and she had seized the moment to run.

Now, though, it felt like her luck was running out.

Alessia's lungs burned as she forced herself to keep going.

Ahead, a faint light appeared in the distance-a flicker of hope in the overwhelming darkness.

Her legs screamed in protest, but she pushed on, the light drawing her in.

The light grew brighter, blinding as she stepped into its full glare.

She raised her hands instinctively, shielding her face, but the exhaustion was too much.

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the cold pavement.

The light was from a car. Its engine hummed as it came to an abrupt stop, just a few feet from where Alessia lay.

Inside the car, Enzo Vittorio's sharp, piercing eyes widened in horror.

His jaw clenched as he stared at the crumpled figure on the ground.

"Matteo, stop the car!" Enzo barked, his deep, gravelly voice laced with urgency.

"It's already stopped, sir," Matteo, the driver, replied, his hands still gripping the steering wheel.

"But what was she thinking, running out like that?"

Enzo glared at him.

"How the hell am I supposed to know? Get out and check on her."

Matteo hesitated, but a single look from Enzo had him unbuckling his seatbelt and stepping out of the car.

Alessia lay motionless, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath.

Matteo approached her cautiously, his footsteps echoing in the stillness.

"Miss? Are you okay?" Matteo crouched down, his voice softer now.

Before Alessia could respond, the sound of approaching footsteps caught his attention.

Three men emerged from the shadows, their expressions predatory as they closed in.

"She's ours," one of the men growled, his eyes narrowing at Matteo. "Back off."

Matteo straightened, his eyes narrowing. "Is that so?"

Enzo, still seated in the car, watched the exchange through the tinted window.

His brow furrowed as he took in the scene.

The men's aggressive postures and Alessia's battered appearance told him everything he needed to know.

"Sir..." Matteo's voice was tense as he glanced back at the car.

Enzo pushed the door open and stepped out, his imposing frame casting a long shadow under the streetlights.

His tailored suit stretched over his broad shoulders, and a faint scar ran from the side of his neck down to his shoulder, adding to his already intimidating presence.

"Is there a problem here?" Enzo's voice was calm but carried a dangerous edge.

The men faltered for a moment, their confidence wavering under Enzo's steely gaze.

"This doesn't concern you," one of them said, though his voice lacked the bravado of before.

"She owes us. We're just here to collect."

Enzo's lips curled into a cold smile.

"She owes you?" He stepped closer, his eyes glinting in the dim light.

"Funny. From where I'm standing, it looks like you've already taken enough from her."

"Look, buddy-"

"You want her?" Enzo cut him off, his tone sharp. "Then you'll have to go through me."

The men exchanged uneasy glances before one of them lunged forward, a knife glinting in his hand.

Enzo sidestepped the attack with ease, his movements fluid and precise.

He grabbed the man's wrist, twisting it sharply until the knife clattered to the ground.

A sickening crack followed as Enzo dislocated the man's shoulder, and the thug screamed in pain.

Matteo moved quickly, intercepting another attacker with a well-placed punch to the gut.

The man doubled over, gasping for air, but Matteo didn't relent.

He grabbed the man by the collar and slammed him against the side of the car.

The third man hesitated, clearly rethinking his choices. Enzo noticed the hesitation and smirked.

"You're welcome to join them," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

The man growled and charged, but Enzo met him head-on.

A single punch to the jaw sent him sprawling to the ground.

Within minutes, the fight was over.

The thugs, battered and defeated, scrambled to their feet and disappeared into the darkness.

Enzo adjusted his suit, brushing off invisible dust as he turned his attention back to Alessia.

She hadn't moved, her body still trembling as she lay on the ground.

"Matteo," Enzo said, his tone firm. "Get her into the car."

Matteo hesitated. "Sir, are you sure-"

"Just do it," Enzo snapped. His gaze softened as it fell on Alessia.

She looked so fragile, so broken.

Whatever her story was, he couldn't leave her here.

Matteo nodded, carefully lifting Alessia into his arms and placing her in the back seat of the car.

Enzo climbed in after her, his sharp eyes scanning her face as the car sped off into the night.

He didn't say a word, but different thoughts ran through his mind.

"Who was she? And what had she gotten herself into?"

The sleek black car rolled through the gates of Enzo Vittorio's sprawling mansion, the tires crunching against the gravel driveway.

Floodlights illuminated the massive structure, its towering walls a fortress of luxury and secrecy.

Men dressed in sharp suits and carrying visible guns tucked into the sides of their pants moved about the compound.

As soon as the car came to a stop, two of them stepped forward, standing at attention.

Enzo climbed out of the car, his piercing eyes scanning the men briefly.

He gave a curt nod, and they immediately stepped aside without a word.

Matteo exited from the driver's side and moved to the back door, gently lifting Alessia's unconscious form from the seat.

Her limp body drew the attention of the other men in the compound, their curious gazes lingering longer than they should.

"What are you all staring at?" Enzo's deep voice cut through the silence like a knife. "Get back to work. Now."

The men immediately turned their attention elsewhere, knowing better than to question their boss.

They didn't need to be told twice.

Everyone in the compound knew that crossing Enzo Vittorio was as good as signing your own death warrant.

Matteo followed closely behind Enzo, carrying Alessia's fragile frame as they ascended the grand staircase leading into the mansion.

The interior was as intimidating as the man himself-high ceilings, expensive chandeliers, and furniture that screamed wealth and power.

In the living room, Enzo stopped abruptly and called out, "Marta!" His voice echoed through the spacious room.

An older woman with graying hair hurried out from one of the hallways, her hands clasped nervously in front of her.

Marta had worked for Enzo for years and knew he had little patience for delays.

"Sir," she greeted, keeping her head slightly bowed.

Her eyes briefly flickered to the unconscious woman in Matteo's arms before she quickly looked down again.

"Bring the first aid kit to the room next to mine. Also, tell the cook to make some soup for my guest," Enzo ordered, his tone firm and leaving no room for argument.

"Yes, sir," Marta said, already moving to fulfill his instructions.

Without another word, Enzo turned and strode up the grand staircase, his polished shoes clicking against the marble steps.

Matteo followed silently, adjusting Alessia's weight in his arms as they reached the hallway leading to the room Enzo had mentioned.

Enzo pushed open the door, revealing a spacious guest room with a large bed, soft lighting, and neutral tones.

He gestured for Matteo to place Alessia on the bed. Matteo carefully laid her down, stepping back to give Enzo space.

"Matteo," Enzo began, his voice low but commanding, "what about the meeting with the suppliers? Is everything in place?"

Matteo nodded. "Yes, sir. It's set for tomorrow afternoon. I'll be handling the preliminary arrangements."

"Good. Make sure nothing goes wrong," Enzo said, his tone sharp.

Matteo hesitated, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

He finally blurted out, "Sir, are you sure about this? About her?"

Enzo's gaze snapped to Matteo, his expression cold and unyielding. "What are you trying to say?"

"I mean no disrespect," Matteo said quickly, holding up his hands, "but we don't know anything about her. She could be dangerous. We can't trust her."

Enzo took a step closer, his towering presence making Matteo tense.

"Are you questioning my judgment?"

"No, sir. I would never-"

"Then leave," Enzo interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Matteo sighed, his lips pressing into a thin line.

"Understood." He gave a short nod before leaving the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

Enzo turned his attention back to Alessia. She lay motionless, her chest rising and falling steadily.

For a moment, he simply stared at her. Even in her battered state, she was breathtaking.

Her delicate features were framed by dark hair that clung to her damp skin, and her long lashes cast shadows on her pale cheeks.

He stepped closer, his sharp eyes taking in every bruise and scrape on her body.

Her hands were small, her fingers bruised and scratched.

Her lips, though dry and slightly swollen, were full and soft-looking.

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door.

"Come in," he said, already knowing who it was.

Marta entered, carrying the first aid kit. She kept her eyes on the floor, her posture respectful.

"I brought the kit, sir."

"Good," Enzo said, shrugging off his jacket.

He tossed it onto a nearby chair and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Marta's gaze remained firmly on the floor, though her cheeks turned a faint shade of red.

"Get a towel and a bucket of warm water," Enzo instructed as he rolled up his sleeves. "I'll handle the first aid."

"Yes, sir," Marta said quickly, disappearing through the door.

Enzo opened the first aid kit, his movements precise and efficient.

He carefully cleaned the wounds on Alessia's arms and legs, his jaw tightening as he saw the extent of the damage.

Whoever had hurt her would pay!

Marta returned moments later with the towel and bucket.

Enzo stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched her gently wipe the dirt and blood from Alessia's skin.

"Be careful," he said, his tone softer than usual.

"Yes, sir," Marta replied, her hands steady as she worked.

As Marta continued, Enzo's phone buzzed in his pocket.

He pulled it out, glancing at the caller ID. His expression darkened.

"I'll be back," he said, slipping the phone into his hand and walking out to the balcony.

The cool night air greeted him as he leaned against the railing and answered the call.

"What do you want, Gianna?" he asked, his tone clipped.

"Enzo, don't be like that," Gianna's voice purred through the line.

He rolled his eyes. "Why are you calling me?"

"I just wanted to talk," she said, her tone syrupy sweet. "I miss you."

"You miss me?" Enzo scoffed.

"Funny, considering I caught you with another man in your apartment."

"That was a misunderstanding!" she protested. "You know you mean everything to me."

"Save it, Gianna. I'm not interested," Enzo said, his voice cold.

"And don't call me again."

Before she could respond, he ended the call and exhaled deeply, running a hand through his hair.

He stared out into the night for a moment, letting the cool breeze calm his anger.

When he finally returned to the room, he was surprised to find Alessia awake.

She was sitting up, her back resting against the headboard. Her wide, frightened eyes locked onto his.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Enzo's lips curled into a small, unreadable smile.

Enzo smirked, his lips curving just enough to make Alessia uneasy as he sat on the couch facing her.

Staring intently at her, he asked. "First, what's your name?"

Alessia was reluctant, but eventually answered. "Alessia."

"Alessia, I'm your savior," he said smoothly, his deep voice carrying a mixture of confidence and something darker.

Alessia blinked, her lips parting as she struggled to process his words.

Trying hard to remember what had happened that made him her savior.

"S-savior?" she stammered, confused while knitting her brows. "What are you talking about?"

Enzo leaned back against the couch, his arms spreading along the backrest as if he owned not just the room but the very air in it.

His gaze locked onto her, sharp and unyielding.

"The men chasing you earlier," he said, his tone matter-of-fact. "Who are they? And why were they so desperate to drag you back?"

The question hit her like a stone and it brought back the fuzzy memories.

Her throat tightened, and she glanced down at her hands, which were now trembling in her lap.

She began fiddling with her fingers, her mind racing.

Should she tell him? Could she trust him? He had saved her, yes-but she had no idea who he truly was or what he wanted in return.

"I'm waiting," Enzo said, his voice low but firm, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Alessia bit her lip, hesitating before finally whispering, "They're my captors."

"Your captors?" he repeated, his dark brows lifting slightly.

"Yes," she said, her voice trembling.

"They..." She stopped, swallowing hard, but then decided to continue.

What choice did she have? He'd saved her.

Maybe he could help.

"They work for someone-someone my father owed a lot of money to."

Enzo's expression didn't change, but his piercing gaze remained fixed on her. "Go on."

"They came to our house a few days ago," she said, her voice cracking as the memory surfaced.

Her fingers twisted together so tightly that her knuckles turned white. "They-they killed him. My father."

Enzo's eyes narrowed slightly, but he remained silent, allowing her to speak.

"He was all I had," Alessia continued, tears pooling in her eyes but not falling yet.

"I don't have anyone else. And after they killed him, they took me."

"For what purpose?" Enzo asked, his tone calm but laced with curiosity.

She hesitated again, her breath catching.

"They said... They said they'd sell me. To make up for the debt." Her voice was barely a whisper, and her head lowered further as if she wanted to disappear into the bed.

Enzo leaned forward now, resting his elbows on his knees as he studied her intently.

"Sell you," he echoed, his voice growing colder. "So that's why they were chasing you. Because you escaped."

"Yes," Alessia said, nodding quickly.

"They had an argument, and they weren't paying attention to me. It was my only chance, so I ran."

Her voice broke on the last word, and she wiped at her cheeks as the tears finally fell.

"I didn't know where to go," she admitted. "I just kept running. And then... I ended up here."

Enzo let out a quiet hum, leaning back into the couch once more.

He crossed one leg over the other, his expression unreadable as he processed her story.

Alessia kept her gaze on her hands, unable to look at him.

"So, they were willing to kill your father and sell you off like property," he said after a long pause. "Disgusting."

Alessia's head lifted slightly at his words, her teary eyes flickering with a mix of relief and surprise.

She didn't know what she had expected him to say, but his disdain for her captors made something in her chest loosen, even if just a little.

"I can protect you," Enzo said suddenly, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

Her head snapped up fully now, her wide eyes locking onto his for the first time since they started talking.

"What?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"I said I can protect you," he repeated, his tone firm. "From them. From anyone else who tries to hurt you."

Alessia's lips parted, and for a moment, she couldn't speak.

Protect her? No one had ever offered her that before. No one had ever cared enough to.

Her entire life had been a series of battles she'd had to fight alone, and now this man-this stranger-was offering her something she had never dared to hope for.

"Why?" she finally managed to whisper, her voice cracking.

Enzo's sharp gaze softened, just a fraction.

He didn't answer right away, and instead, he stood up, adjusting his shirt sleeves as he did so.

With his hands clasped behind his back, he walked slowly to the window, the dim light casting long shadows across the room.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked, his voice calm but carrying an edge.

Alessia shook her head, though she realized he wasn't looking at her. "No."

He turned slightly, his profile illuminated by the moonlight outside. "My name is Enzo Vittorio."

The name meant nothing to her, but the weight with which he said it sent a shiver down her spine.

She didn't dare interrupt him.

Enzo turned back to the window, his gaze fixed on something far away.

"I'm a man who gets what he wants, Alessia. Always."

She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest

She didn't know where this was going, but her instincts told her to tread carefully.

"I'll protect you," he said again, his tone quieter now.

"I'll make sure no one lays a hand on you ever again."

Alessia's fingers gripped the edge of the blanket covering her lap.

"Why would you do that?" she asked cautiously.

Enzo turned fully now, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch.

He began walking toward her, his steps slow and deliberate.

"There's only one condition," he said, his voice low but clear.

Alessia's heart stopped for a moment, her mind racing.

"Condition?" she whispered.

Enzo stopped in front of her, towering over the bed.

He crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze unwavering.

"You'll have to become my mistress," he said, his words sharp and final.

Alessia froze, her mind blank as his words echoed in her head.

The room fell silent, the tension so thick it was suffocating.