Owned by the Mafia Alpha

‎Anna had always loved the quiet. ‎Not because she hated people, but because the world often felt too loud for someone like her. Her room was her safe space — soft lights, neatly arranged books, the faint smell of vanilla in the air. It was evening, and she sat by the window, watching people move outside like they had somewhere important to be. Somewhere she had never tried to go. ‎ ‎Her life had always been predictable… peaceful… and honestly, a little lonely. ‎ ‎A sudden knock snapped her out of her thoughts. ‎ ‎Before she could answer, the door swung open. ‎ ‎“Annaaa! You’re still in this room?” Mitchelle’s voice filled the space like sunshine bursting through clouds. Her hair was in a messy bun, her lashes dramatic, and her energy loud enough to wake the whole building. ‎ ‎Anna smiled weakly. “Where else will I be?” ‎ ‎“That’s exactly the problem,” Mitchelle said, throwing her bag on the bed. “You have been indoors all week. You know what? Today, we’re going out.” ‎ ‎Anna blinked. “Out where? Market? Church? Ice cream shop?” ‎ ‎Mitchelle grinned, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. ‎“No, babe. We’re going to a nightclub.” ‎ ‎Anna almost choked on her own silence. ‎“You’re joking.” ‎ ‎“Do I look like I’m joking? Listen, Anna… all your life you’ve been inside this shell. I love you like this, but you need to breathe small. See life. Touch vibes.” She hopped onto the bed and poked Anna’s cheek. “Just one night. Trust me.” ‎ ‎Anna opened her mouth to argue, but nothing came out. Maybe because a small part of her wanted something different — even if she didn’t understand why. ‎ ‎“I don’t know…” Anna murmured. ‎“What if I embarrass myself? What if I don’t fit in?” ‎ ‎Mitchelle placed a hand on her shoulder, softer this time. ‎“You don’t need to fit in. Just experience something new. Try it once. If you hate it, we never go again.” ‎ ‎Silence. ‎Anna’s thoughts ran wild. ‎ ‎She was tired of watching life from behind a glass window. Tired of being the quiet girl in the corner while everyone else lived boldly. ‎ ‎“Fine,” she finally breathed. ‎Mitchelle screamed like she just won a lottery. “Yes! Oya stand up let’s fix you!” ‎ ‎What followed felt like a makeover montage Anna never planned for. ‎Mitchelle dragged out clothes, held them to Anna’s body, rejected half, selected some, then added her own touches. Eventually, Anna found herself in something simple but different — a fitted black dress that hugged her softly, nothing revealing but far from her usual oversized clothes. ‎ ‎Mitchelle styled her hair and added a touch of lip gloss. ‎Anna stared at her reflection. ‎ ‎She still looked like herself… just a version of her that had courage. ‎ ‎“I look… okay,” Anna said. ‎ ‎“You look like trouble waiting to happen,” Mitchelle replied proudly. ‎ ‎As they stepped outside, a cold breeze brushed Anna’s skin. ‎Something about the night felt strange — like it was holding its breath. ‎ ‎In the cab, Mitchelle played loud music while Anna stared out the window, her heart thumping with nervous excitement. ‎ ‎The city lights grew brighter as they approached the club. ‎Cars lined the front entrance, security guards were stationed like statues, and the bass of the music shook the ground slightly. ‎ ‎Anna swallowed hard. ‎“This is a lot.” ‎ ‎Mitchelle squeezed her hand. “Relax. I’m here.” ‎ ‎Inside, the world exploded into color — blue and purple lights, laughter, perfume mixing with alcohol, bodies moving like waves. Anna felt the noise hit her chest. ‎ ‎But beneath the noise, there was beauty. ‎Freedom. ‎Life. ‎ ‎Mitchelle dragged her forward. “Let’s get drinks first!” ‎ ‎Anna’s eyes wandered around the room… and that’s when she saw him. ‎ ‎Sitting in a VIP section, separated from the rest by two guards dressed in black, was a man whose presence swallowed the entire club’s energy. Broad shoulders, jaw carved like stone, dark eyes that didn’t wander — they scanned. ‎ ‎And for one brief moment… they scanned her. ‎ ‎Anna froze. ‎ ‎The air around her felt heavier, colder. She couldn’t look away. His gaze was intense, unreadable, powerful — like he was used to people fearing him without him saying a word. ‎ ‎She didn’t know who he was. ‎ ‎But something in the way others looked at him ,with caution, respect, or fear , said she should. ‎ ‎Mitchelle tugged her arm. “Anna, what are you staring at?” ‎ ‎But Anna didn’t answer. ‎Because the stranger wasn’t blinking. ‎He wasn’t looking away. ‎ ‎It felt like he had just discovered her. ‎ ‎And somewhere in the VIP shadows, Romano — Mafia King of the most feared gang in the city — tilted his head slightly, as if curious. ‎ ‎Anna looked away first. ‎ ‎But he didn’t. ‎ ‎And unknown to her… that one look had already changed everything. ‎