MY MAFIA MATE

THE THREAT ☠

The next few days passed in a dangerous haze of passion and power. Elena had fully moved into Dante’s penthouse, her old life with Marcus now reduced to a signed divorce paper and painful memories. Dante kept her close — too close. He canceled meetings just to bury himself inside her, claiming her on every surface of the penthouse like a man obsessed.

One afternoon, he had her spread out on his grand piano, her legs over his shoulders as he devoured her with his mouth. Elena’s cries echoed through the luxurious space as she came hard against his tongue. Before she could recover, Dante stood and thrust into her, deep and relentless.

“You’re adjusting so well to your new life,” he growled, pounding into her with possessive strokes. “My perfect queen.”

Elena clung to him, lost in pleasure. “Don’t stop… please…”

He didn’t. He f****d her until both of them shattered, then carried her to the shower where he took her again against the glass wall.

But even in the height of their passion, danger was closing in.

That evening, while Dante was in a private meeting in his study, Elena received a call from an unknown number. Something made her answer.

“Hello?”

A distorted male voice came through. “Elena Rossi… or should I say, the new w***e warming Dante Moretti’s bed?”

Her blood turned to ice. “Who is this?”

The man chuckled darkly. “Someone who knows you’ve become his greatest weakness. Tell your lover that the Rossi family sends their regards. We’re coming for what he loves most.”

The line went dead.

Elena stood frozen, phone still pressed to her ear. When Dante emerged from his study, he immediately noticed her pale face.

“What happened?”

She told him everything. Dante’s expression shifted from concern to cold, murderous rage in an instant. He pulled her into his arms, but his body was tense like a coiled spring.

“They’re testing me,” he said quietly. “They’ve been looking for a weakness for years. Now they think they’ve found one.”

“What are we going to do?” Elena whispered, fear and adrenaline mixing in her veins.

Dante cupped her face, his dark eyes burning with intensity. “I’m going to send them a message they’ll never forget. But first, I need you safe.” He kissed her fiercely. “I won’t let them touch you.”

That night, Dante’s possessiveness reached new heights. He took her to bed and made love to her with a desperate, almost violent passion — as if he could physically shield her with his body. He f****d her slow and deep, then hard and fast, whispering dark promises between every thrust.

“I’ll kill every last one of them if they even look at you,” he growled against her neck as she came apart beneath him. “You’re mine to protect. Mine to love. Mine to keep.”

Elena held onto him tightly, her body trembling with aftershocks. In that moment, wrapped in his darkness, she felt safer than she ever had in her life.

The following morning, Dante’s security doubled. Armed men discreetly patrolled the building. Elena wasn’t allowed to leave without at least two bodyguards. Dante worked from home, constantly checking on her, pulling her into his lap between calls to kiss her senseless.

But tension kept rising.

Late that night, as they lay in bed, Dante’s phone rang. He answered it on speaker.

“Boss,” a gruff voice said. “We found the rat who gave the Rossi family your woman’s information. It was Marcus. He made contact two days ago.”

Elena’s heart stopped.

Dante’s entire body went rigid beside her. “Where is he now?”

“Still breathing… for now. Your orders?”

Dante looked at Elena, his eyes searching hers. She shook her head desperately. “Please, Dante. Don’t kill him.”

Dante’s jaw clenched. After a long silence, he spoke into the phone:

“Bring him to me. Alive.”

He hung up and pulled Elena into his arms, kissing her forehead. “I won’t kill him for you. But he needs to understand what happens when you threaten what’s mine.”

Elena buried her face in his chest, heart pounding. The man she loved was about to confront her ex-husband. The lines between love and danger had completely vanished.

And the real war was just beginning.