Mafia's obsession

Lena's life had always been simple. She woke up, went to work, had coffee, and went home. Every day felt the same—nothing exciting, nothing dangerous. Until tonight. It was a normal evening, but as she walked home after a late meeting, something felt off. The streets were quieter than usual, and the air felt colder. She was walking down a quiet street when a car suddenly pulled up next to her. Before she could react, the door opened, and a strong arm grabbed her. She tried to scream, to fight back, but the man was too strong. He pulled her into the car without saying a word. "Let me go!" she shouted, kicking and struggling, but her voice was lost in the roar of the engine as the car sped off into the night. Minutes passed—or maybe it was hours?—until the car finally stopped. She was dragged out and stumbled onto the ground. The cold night air hit her face, and she quickly looked around. She was in a place she didn’t recognize, surrounded by high walls. Ahead was a large mansion, dark and quiet, with tall iron gates and statues standing like guards. Her heart pounded. This wasn’t just a random kidnapping. This was planned. A man stepped out from the shadows. He was tall, wearing a sharp black suit, and he had a strong, powerful presence. His eyes locked onto hers, cold and unblinking. "Move," he commanded. Lena froze. She didn’t want to follow, but something in his voice made her legs move without thinking. She felt small, powerless, as if she had no choice but to obey. The man led her into the mansion. Inside, the air was heavy with the smell of expensive wood and leather. Everything was shiny and perfect, like something out of a movie. But there was a coldness to it, a feeling that made her stomach twist. He led her down a long hallway into a dark room. Her heart raced as she saw two large chairs. Without a word, he pushed her into one of them and roughly tied her hands behind the chair with thick ropes. Her arms were pulled tight, and the rough ropes dug into her skin, but she didn’t dare struggle. Her mind raced, trying to figure out what was happening. “Where am I?” she asked, her voice shaking. The man didn’t answer right away. He slowly walked around her, his eyes studying her like a predator. When he finally stopped, he was so close she could feel his breath on her face. His cold gaze pierced through her, making her heart race even faster. “You’re mine now,” he said, his voice smooth and confident. Lena's breath caught in her throat. She tried to move, to speak, but the ropes held her firmly in place. "What do you mean?" He smiled, his lips curling slightly. It wasn’t a kind smile. It was cold, almost cruel. “You’ll understand soon enough.” He turned and walked toward the door, but before leaving, he glanced back at her, his gaze filled with something darker. “Don’t try to escape. You won’t get far.” The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Lena in the dark room, tied and helpless. Lena looked around, her heart pounding. She was scared, confused, and trapped. How had her normal life turned into this? What did he want from her? And why did the way he looked at her make her feel so helpless—and yet strangely drawn to him? She didn’t know, but she knew one thing for sure: her life had just changed forever. --- End of Chapter 1