Mafia Boss Begged Me Back

I had loved my Mafia Boss Alexander in silence for ten years. I was the only woman he fucked. Almost every night he would pin me down and pound me until I was screaming his name, filling me with his seed. He never touched anyone else. I thought I was special to him. I was wrong. To appease his fiancée Sophia’s family, Alexander dangled my mute little sister from a helicopter. I begged. I knelt. I offered my life for hers. "Enough, Ivy. The show is over," he scoffed, wiping the blood from my lip with his thumb. "It was just a silicone doll. Did you really think I would kill your sister over this? I just wanted to show you what happens when you defy me." But he didn't know that it really was Lily. I risked my life to take revenge on Sophia, only to be shot into the Mediterranean by Alexander's bullet. But why did the high and mighty Don go completely mad, searching the world for my body? Chapter 1 Unngh… A muffled groan escaped my gritted teeth. The cat o' nine tails, soaked in brine, cracked against my back again. But I didn’t scream. This was the law of Alexander. He was my Don, the man I had loved in silence for ten years. If this was the penance he demanded, I would take it. He was the one who picked me out of the orphan pile. He molded me, sharpened me into his deadliest weapon, his Soldato. For the last decade, I was the only woman who warmed his bed. He never touched anyone else. In the dark, his fingers would trace my scars with a possessiveness that felt almost like love. He was cruel, yes, but he had given me a home when the world wanted me dead. The shipment—tonnes of high-grade cocaine from the Colombian Cartel—had been hijacked. As Alexander’s most trusted Head of Security, the failure fell squarely on my shoulders. I was the one bleeding for it. But the truth? It was Sophia, Alexander's fiancée, and also the spoiled Princess of the Neapolitan Camorra. She had turned up her nose at the secure harbor warehouse, complaining it was "too filthy" for someone of her stature. She insisted on moving the exchange to a high-end yacht club to suit her "status." That vanity move blew our cover, leading us straight into an ambush set by Interpol and a rival family. In the ensuing chaos, Alexander had taken a bullet to the shoulder shielding Sophia. I had carved a bloody path out of that hellhole with my submachine gun, practically dragging the two of them into the getaway car. I stayed behind to provide suppressive fire, nearly dying in a hail of bullets just to ensure they escaped. But when I dragged my battered body back to the estate, there were no medals. No gratitude. Alexander was being rushed to the hospital. "The Don is down because of your incompetence," the Elder from the Council spat. "Report to the torture chamber." Fifty lashes. Inverted suspension. I bit down so hard I thought my molars would shatter. My consciousness was beginning to drift when the heavy iron door creaked. Two guards stood outside, their voices hushed but carrying in the echoey stone corridor. "Did you hear? The Camorra demanded Ivy’s head as compensation for the ambush. They wanted to skin her alive." "But Don refused to hand over Ivy," the second guard whispered. "She is Don’s favorite pet. So, Don decided to offer Ivy’s mute sister Lily as substitute." "To whom? Not Sophia’s brother Luca?" "Yeah, Luca. That psycho running the underground brothels in Naples for the Camorra. Women don't come out of his care looking like humans anymore. I heard he tortured a few virgins to death just last week." The words hit me harder than the whip. They were poison needles driving straight into my eardrums. The Camorra’s Red Light District… That place was a meat grinder. Lily. My little sister. The only blood I had left in this wretched world. She couldn't even speak. If she fell into the hands of a sadist like Luca… Pure, unadulterated terror eclipsed the physical pain. "Get me down! Let me down now! I need to see the Don!" I thrashed against the chains like a feral animal, tearing the flesh of my wrists until the iron was slick with my own blood. The moment my feet hit the stone floor, I didn't care about the open wounds on my back. I didn't care about the blood trailing down my pant legs. I stumbled, then ran, adrenaline fueling a desperate sprint toward the main villa. Chapter 2 Alexander sat at the head of the long mahogany table, nursing a glass of scotch, his expression unreadable. He was flanked by his Capos and the Consigliere. And there was Sophia, perched right beside him. Her eyes were rimmed red, playing the part of the traumatized little bird to perfection, clinging to his arm as if she were made of fragile glass. When I burst in—blood-soaked, disheveled—Alexander’s grip on his glass tightened so hard I thought it would shatter. For a split second, a flicker of raw concern flashed in his dark eyes before he masked it with ice. "Ivy," he warned, his voice low and dangerous. "You are injured. Go to the infirmary. We are in a meeting." He was giving me an out. A chance to leave before the sharks smelled blood. But I couldn't leave. My legs gave out. I collapsed to my knees, my voice raspy and broken. "Boss… please. The mission failure… it’s my fault. You can take my life. Kill me if you have to. But please, I’m begging you, don’t send Lily to Luca. She’s innocent!" Alexander’s jaw clenched, a muscle feathering in his cheek. He looked at me with a heavy, exhausted resignation. "The decision has been made by the Council, Ivy. The Camorra demands blood for the insult." Before Alexander could speak further, Sophia chimed in, her voice dripping with timid, feigned sweetness. "Ivy, we lost hundreds of millions of dollars. My father is furious. If Alexander doesn't offer a significant tribute, it means war. Besides, my brother Luca has taken a liking to Lily. It’s a blessing for her, really." A blessing? Being sent to be a sex slave for a psychopath is a blessing? I stared at Alexander, tears finally spilling over, mixing with the grime on my face. "Alexander, you promised me! Five years ago, during the street war in Palermo, I took a knife for you. You said you owed me a boon. You swore on your honor that you would grant me one request, whatever it was! I am calling in that debt now. Release my sister!" Hearing my words, Alexander paused. He closed his eyes for a moment, the conflict visible on his face. "That debt was to you, Ivy," he said, his voice straining. "Not to your sister. I cannot risk the safety of the entire Family for one girl. " He was stating a brutal fact. He was the Don; the Family came first. But Sophia saw an opening to twist the knife. A glint of malicious delight flashed through her eyes. She covered her mouth, letting out a soft, venomous laugh. "Darling, since Ivy is so heartbroken over her sister, why not give her a chance? You know how Luca is... he gets bored easily. He’s hosting a high-stakes game at his underground casino tonight. He mentioned he needed a... centerpiece." Sophia leaned forward, her eyes predator-like. "If Ivy is willing to take her sister's place and serve as a nude croupier—if she can humiliate herself enough to keep the bosses entertained—I’ll tell Luca to let Lily go. How about that?" A nude croupier… The room went dead silent. Alexander leaned back, a scoff almost escaping his lips. He knew how proud I was; I would never agree to such a request. He was waiting for me to refuse so he could dismiss her ridiculous idea. But I thought of Lily. Helpless, mute Lily. I dug my nails into my palms until they bled. I looked straight at Alexander, killing the part of me that had pride. "I'll do it." Alexander froze. The scotch glass in his hand cracked with a sharp snap. Dark, violent fury flooded his face—not at Sophia, but at me. "You want to do it?" he hissed, his voice dropping to a terrifying growl. "Fine," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "Since you are so eager to parade your body for those vultures, go ahead." He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at his blackened expression. "But remember this, Ivy—you are still my dog. They can look… but they are not permitted to touch." Chapter 3 The air in Luca’s private underground casino was thick enough to choke on. "So, this is the Alexander family's loyal bitch? Not bad to look at." Luca swirled the amber liquid in his whiskey glass, his laugh echoing off the walls. "Go on then. Take off that Kevlar vest. Give the Capos a little show. If you keep everyone entertained tonight, I might just let you see your sister." My nails dug into my palms until the skin broke. I wanted to snap his neck. But then I thought of Lily. I forced my hand to unclench. "Fine," I said, my voice dead and cold. The room went quiet, dozens of eyes sticking to me like tar. I reached for the buttons of my tactical shirt. One by one, they came undone. I stood there in nothing but my black lace lingerie. The cool air bit at my skin, but it was nothing compared to the burning humiliation. I could feel their gazes crawling over my skin. "More," Luca commanded, his eyes darkening with lust. I reached behind me to unclasp my bra. My hands shook, but I let the straps fall. I was about to be completely bare. "Wait. Watching is boring." Luca stood up abruptly. His hand reached out, aiming for my breast. "I want to taste what the Don of Cosa Nostra plays with." Every muscle in my body coiled tight. I wanted to grab his wrist and snap the bone. I could do it in a second. But if I fought back, Lily died. I squeezed my eyes shut, holding my breath, waiting for the violation. Just as his filthy hand was about to graze me— Crash. The heavy, carved oak doors of the private suite were kicked open with violent force. Alexander stormed in. Behind him, two rows of Soldatos in black suits flooded the room, Thompson submachine guns raised. The pressure in the room dropped instantly, suffocating everyone. Silence fell like a guillotine. Luca froze, then forced a greasy smile. "Don Alexander, I was just helping you train your—" He never finished the sentence. Alexander strode forward, snatched a heavy crystal ashtray from the table, and smashed it directly onto Luca’s kneecap. "Aaaargh!" The scream tore through the room, drowning out the opera music playing in the background. Alexander’s face was a mask of stone. He placed his handmade Italian leather shoe on Luca’s shattered leg and ground his heel down. "I said you could look. I never said you could touch. Do you think my words are just the wind blowing over Sicily?" Before I could even exhale, Alexander ripped off his long black trench coat and wrapped it tightly around my body. He scooped me up into his arms. The drive back to the estate was silent. The moment we entered the master bedroom, he dragged me into the bathroom and shoved me into a tub filled with ice-cold water. The freezing temperature shocked my system, seizing my muscles and stinging my open wounds. "Boss..." "Shut your mouth! Have you forgotten Omertà?" Alexander grabbed a stiff-bristled horse brush from the shelf. He began to scrub the skin where Luca’s fingers had hovered. "Did you enjoy that? Are you that desperate for a man's attention?" Cold sweat mixed with tears on my face. "I didn't... I did it to save Lily..." "Don't you dare talk back!" He scrubbed harder. "If this skin is so dirty, then scrub it until it's clean! You belong to me. Who gave you permission to carry the scent of another man?" Chapter 4 After that night, Alexander threw me into solitary confinement. I didn't see the sun for a week. The scabs on my body had barely formed when the order came down. Sophia was going to Milan for a high-profile jewelry auction—a classic front for money laundering. She specifically requested me as her detail. I wanted to refuse. But the Consigliere delivered the message with icy precision: "Ivy, the Don says this is a direct order. A Soldato does not have the right to say no. If you refuse, he cannot guarantee Lily's safety." I let out a hollow laugh, grabbed my gun, and climbed into the passenger seat of the armored Lincoln limousine. In the back, Sophia was snuggled deep into Alexander’s embrace, playfully twisting his silk tie around her finger. When she saw me in the rearview mirror, a flash of triumph lit up her eyes. She pitched her voice high and sweet. "Darling, aren't you being too careful making Ivy come along? With you here, who would dare touch me? Didn't Naples and Sicily sign a truce?" Alexander glanced at the back of my head, his tone indifferent. "The blade might be dull, but it can still block a bullet if necessary." Block a bullet. Those three words were nails driven straight into my heart. We were winding along the cliffs of the Amalfi Coast when hell broke loose. "Ambush! It's a Vendetta hit from the rival family!" Before I could react, a heavy-duty truck loaded with explosives roared out from a side road, T-boning the limousine. BOOM. The impact crumpled the chassis like aluminum foil, sending the car spinning out of control and slamming into the mountain face. In that split second between life and death, Alexander didn't hesitate and threw himself over Sophia, shielding her body with his own. Meanwhile, in the front seat, the dashboard had collapsed, pinning my legs, and shrapnel pierced my abdomen. Blood gushed out, soaking the driver's seat. My vision blurred, but I could hear the sirens and the screech of tires as our Quick Response Force arrived. Someone was prying open the rear door. "Don! Are you alright?" Alexander climbed out, carrying Sophia bridal style. Sofia had only a small scratch on her forehead, yet she let out a piercing scream. "Check Sophia! Now!" Alexander roared, his voice thick with panic. The team leader looked at the front of the car, where flames were licking at the engine block. "Don, Ivy is trapped in the front. She's critical, we should..." "I said save Sophia first! Her face can't be damaged!" Alexander cut him off with a violent shout. He didn't even glance at the wreckage where I was bleeding out. "Ivy is an experienced Soldato. She won't die that easily. Let her wait for the second wave!" Let her wait... But the fire was already eating through the firewall. I slumped over the steering wheel, watching through the smoke as the man I loved sprinted toward the ambulance with an unscathed Sophia in his arms. He didn't look back. Not once. So, that was the answer. Instinct never lies. Ten years of bleeding for this family, ten years of loyalty, couldn't outweigh a shallow wound on the forehead of a Mafia Princess. The heat began to sear my skin. I didn't feel pain anymore. I felt relief. Maybe it's better to die like this. Alexander, I am returning this life to you. If there is a next life, I pray we never meet again. Chapter 5 But I didn’t die. They pulled me out before the car exploded. My abdominal wound was crudely stitched up. Before the thread was even tied off, Alexander ordered his men to take me onto the aft deck of his private yacht. I shivered uncontrollably, blood already seeping through the fresh gauze. Alexander sat under a parasol on a plush leather sofa. “She's the one who leaked our whereabouts!” Sophia kicked me in the injured stomach, causing blood to gush out. A flicker of worry crossed Alexander's eyes, but he quickly concealed it, his face turning icy as he asked, “What evidence do you have?” Sophia smiled smugly, tossing out a bunch of photos of me meeting with rival families. My vision was already blurry. “I didn’t… these are photoshopped…” "The metadata matches!" Sophia interrupted, pulling her hand free and pouting. "Alex, the Commission has seen them. If you don't punish a traitor, the other families will think you are weak. They will think you are protecting a rat just because you slept with her!" Alexander rubbed his temples. "She needs to be punished," Sophia insisted, her voice softening into a reasonable, manipulative coo. "But I know you care about old times. So, let's just do a 'Drag Run'. It's traditional, it satisfies the family laws, but it doesn't have to be lethal." Alexander hesitated. "A Drag Run with fresh stitches? It could kill her." "Not if we go slow," Sophia lied smoothly, stroking his shoulder. "Just a few minutes at low speed. Just to show the other boats we are enforcing the law. I'll drive. I promise, I’ll just create a little foam. I won't hurt her." Suddenly, his satellite phone rang. It was the frantic ringtone reserved for the Elders. He answered it, his face darkening immediately. "What? The shipment in the harbor is under fire? I'm on my way to the comms room." He stood up, looking at Sophia sternly. "Fine. Do the Drag Run to satisfy the code. But listen to me, Sophia—keep the yacht under 10 knots. If she dies, there will be hell to pay." "I promise, darling. Go handle business," Sophia smiled like an angel. Alexander glanced at me one last time before turning and rushing into the cabin. After he left, bodyguards stepped forward. They tied a thick hemp rope around my wrists, securing the other end to the tow hook of the speedboat. It was a punishment Cosa Nostra reserved for traitors. It was usually a slow torture, dragging a traitor through the water to simulate drowning. But Sophia shot me a look of pure, venomous malice, jumped into the driver's seat, and slammed the throttle all the way down. VROOOM! The speedboat shot forward like an arrow. I was yanked violently off the deck and into the churning wake. At this speed, water hits you like concrete. My body smashed against the surface, skipping like a stone. Every impact was a sledgehammer to the chest. The fresh stitches in my stomach tore open instantly. Saltwater flooded the cavity—a pain so blinding it felt like a thousand knives twisting at once. "Gah—!" I tried to gasp for air, but a wave slammed into my face, filling my lungs with brine. The suffocation was instant and terrifying. Sophia wasn't done. She started cutting S-turns, weaving the boat aggressively. Centrifugal force whipped me back and forth. I tumbled through the wake, consciousness fading in and out. Behind me, the white foam of the sea was stained with a long, trailing ribbon of red. Chapter 6 I don't know how much time passed before they fished me out. By the time I hit the deck, I had gone into hypovolemic shock. Alexander jammed a needle of adrenaline straight into my heart, dragging me back from the gates of hell. "Since you're not dead, stop acting weak," Alexander spat the words at my heaving chest. Then, he wrapped his arm around a still-trembling Sophia and led her back to the luxury cabin. I retched, coughing up seawater onto the teak deck. My hands, shaking uncontrollably, fumbled for the encrypted satellite phone in my pocket. The screen lit up. A message from a familiar ID popped up. It was a photo. The background was a dim, filthy chemical lab. Lily was strapped to a surgical table, tubes inserted into her veins, her eyes unfocused and rolling back. The caption beneath it read: [Neapolitan suburbs, abandoned chemical plant. Camorra's new synthetic drug trials. The girl has a high tolerance. The Red Light District was just a cover; this is her real home.] The last string of sanity in my mind severed. Luca had lied. He hadn't sent Lily to a brothel; he had sent her to a Camorra drug factory. That rabid dog was using my baby sister as a live lab rat for high-purity heroin. I forced myself up and dropped a spare zodiac boat into the water. I tore toward the shore like a woman possessed. Naples outskirts. Abandoned chemical plant. Sub-basement level 3. I was dripping wet, looking like a nemesis crawling out of the abyss. The two Camorra guards at the entrance didn't even see a shadow before I slit their throats. They dropped without a sound. I was a top-tier Soldato trained by Cosa Nostra. Even half-dead, slaughtering these watchdogs was child's play. When I kicked open the lab doors, my heart stopped. Lily... she was barely recognizable. Her pale skin was covered in festering red rashes—rejection reactions from the chemicals. Her limbs convulsed, white foam bubbled at her lips, and her eyes were empty. Her hospital gown was torn open. Her inner thighs were covered in dark, violent purple bruises shaped like fingers. There were bite marks on her neck and chest, and dried blood matted between her legs. Luca stood there in a white coat. "Increase the dosage! The purity of this Colombian batch is incredible!" "LUCA!" My scream tore through the lab. Luca’s hand jerked, dropping the syringe. He spun around in terror, only to see me—covered in blood, holding a submachine gun I’d ripped from a dead guard’s hands. Bang! Bang! Luca’s knees exploded in a mist of red. He collapsed into a pile of shattered glass, screaming. "Aaaargh! My legs! Ivy, you bitch, are you crazy? This is Camorra territory!" I didn't listen. I stormed forward and stomped my heavy combat boot directly onto his groin. I ground my heel down until I felt the crush. Another sickening crunch echoed. Luca passed out from the pain. I frantically cut the restraints binding Lily. I looked at the needle tracks covering her arms, and tears finally broke through. "Lily, I'm here. Ivy is here. I'm taking you home..." Suddenly, alarms blared. Killers were swarming the facility. I raided Luca’s safe, grabbed several bricks of C4, and coldly set the timers. "If this is hell, let's burn it clean." BOOM—! Amidst the chain reaction of blasts, I carried my semi-conscious sister on my back, crawling through the ventilation shafts. After escaping the blast zone, I slumped behind a tree and dialed the number that had sent me the photo. It was Viktor, the largest Russian arms dealer in Europe. He had been trying to poach me from Alexander for years. "It's me," I rasped, my voice laced with finality. "I need a chopper. Now. And I need the best trauma surgeon money can buy." The voice on the other end paused. "Did the Sicilian let you go?" I looked down at my dying sister. The light in my eyes died, replaced by a bottomless abyss of hate. "He didn't. So I'm starting a war." Chapter 7 The line went dead. Armored SUVs blocked every exit. Alexander stepped out of the lead vehicle. "In this territory, who would dare pick you up but me?" He tossed a signal jammer at my feet. "Ivy, your audacity is growing," Alexander’s voice held zero warmth. "You dared to touch the only male heir of the Camorra family? Did you want Lily to die in pieces? " My knuckles turned white around the grip of my gun. "Luca started it! He used Lily to test poison! He deserved to die!" "Alex! She's lying to you! Luca was just playing with Lily." Sophia ran out from behind him, wailing. She threw herself into Alexander’s arms. "My brother is ruined for life! He was the only son to carry on our bloodline! You have to get justice for me! Kill Lily!" Alexander patted Sophia’s hand soothingly, but his brows knitted. A flicker of hesitation crossed his eyes. He knew how important Lily was to me. Sophia saw the hesitation in his eyes, and a flicker of jealousy crossed her own. Sophia wiped away her tears, stood on tiptoe, and pressed her lips to Alexander's ear. It's unclear what she said, but Alexander showed a relieved expression. "Fine," Alexander said, his voice lighter now, almost casual. "If it will calm your anger, Sophia, do it. Teach Ivy a lesson she won't forget." Alexander’s eyes remained cold and fixed on me. "Drop the gun. This is your last chance." I looked at Lily. She was barely breathing. For her... I had no choice. I dropped the gun. I raised my bloodied hands and slowly sank to my knees. "Godfather," I choked out. "I surrender. I hurt him. Kill me. Torture me. Just please... let Lily go." Alexander snapped his fingers. The bodyguards dragged Lily’s unconscious body and loaded her onto the chopper. "What are you doing?!" My pupils dilated in horror. I tried to lunge forward, but a soldier behind me slammed my face into the rough concrete. "Since Luca lost his legs, your sister's life will pay the balance." Alexander adjusted his bespoke cufflinks. "This is the explanation the Camorra requires. And this is your lesson for disobedience. Only this will stop a war between the factions." The helicopter climbed rapidly, hovering a hundred meters above the black water. The side door opened. "NO!!!" I screamed, a sound that tore my throat raw. "Alexander! She’s innocent! How can you be this cruel?! Please! DON'T!" I slammed my forehead against the concrete, over and over, until blood masked my vision. "I was wrong! Boss, I was wrong! I’ll be Luca’s dog! I’ll die for you! Please bring the plane down!" Alexander remained unmoved. He spoke one word. "Drop." High above, a tiny silhouette was pushed out of the cabin like a bag of trash. I watched the shadow disappear into the pitch-black waves. "Hrk—!" A mouthful of heart’s blood sprayed from my lips, painting the concrete red. Alexander walked over, his polished shoes stopping right in front of my face. He crouched down, gripping my chin and forcing me to look at him. There was no guilt in his eyes, only annoyance. "Enough, Ivy. The show is over," he scoffed, wiping the blood from my lip with his thumb. "It was just a mannequin. A silicone doll. Did you really think I would kill your sister over this? I just wanted to show you what happens when you defy me." A mannequin? "It... it was Lily..." I whispered, my voice broken shards of glass. "That was my sister! That wasn't a doll! YOU KILLED HER!" I looked at the dark water, then back at the man I had worshipped. Alexander, I hate you. I curse you. May you lose everything you love. May you never find peace. Chapter 8 After Lily died, I didn't go crazy. I didn't scream. The trauma was so massive that my mind simply shut down. I engaged a kill switch on my emotions. I became an exquisite, soulless marionette. Alexander locked me in a villa on the Sicilian coast. No matter how he humiliated me, I did it. Everyone thought the wildest dog in the family had finally been tamed. One month later. The engagement gala for the union of the Alexander and Camorra families. Alexander ordered me to attend as a server. To pour wine for Sophia. That night, I didn't wear a maid's uniform. I wore a deep V-neck red dress. I had bought it with the commission money I had saved for years. I looked like a poppy blooming on the edge of a cliff—dangerous and mesmerizing. Tray in hand, I wove through the crowd of Mafia royalty, stepping closer and closer to the perfect couple on the dais. Sophia clung to Alexander’s arm, beaming with triumph. When she saw me approach, her eyes glittered with malice. "Ivy. Pour the wine. Do it on your knees." "Of course, Miss Sophia." I obediently dropped to one knee, raising the wine glass. The moment Sophia reached out to take it— I thrust a sharp blade upward, aiming straight for Sophia’s heart. "Go to hell and apologize to Lily!!!" It happened too fast. Sophia’s smile froze into a mask of terror. But Alexander was faster. Just as the blade was a centimeter from her chest, the gunshot echoed through the ballroom. A blossom of blood exploded just below my left collarbone. He missed my heart, but the impact lifted me off my feet and threw me backward. Behind me was the terrace railing. Beyond that, a hundred-foot drop to the sea. As I plummeted, I looked up. “No! Ivy!” Alexander cried out in terror, reaching out to grab me. But Sophia clung to him, slowing his pace. The corner of my mouth lifted in a smile of pure relief. Alexander. Never to see you again.