Bound to Mafia Princess

Sturbornesss

Jay

The mansion was quiet, its grand halls cloaked in the heavy stillness of late night. I leaned back in my chair in the surveillance room, the glow of multiple monitors casting faint shadows across the walls. Every camera displayed a piece of the estate: the gates, the gardens, the hallways, and of course, Alessia’s room.

Alessia Young was a piece of work. Reckless, defiant, and perpetually testing the limits of her father’s patience—and mine. Since the moment I was assigned to protect her, it had been one challenge after another. But tonight, she was unusually quiet. Too quiet.

I narrowed my eyes at the screen showing her room. The lights were off, and the silhouette of her figure was under the covers. A sense of unease prickled at the back of my neck. Alessia didn’t go to bed this early, especially not without some sort of fight or dramatic display.

“Where are you, princess?” I muttered under my breath, sitting forward.

I tapped into the infrared feature on her room’s camera. The figure under the covers glowed faintly, unmoving. My instincts flared.

No way.

Standing abruptly, I grabbed the tablet linked to the security feed and headed upstairs, my boots muffled against the carpeted floors. When I reached her door, I knocked twice.

“Alessia?” I called, my voice low but firm.

No response.

I twisted the knob and pushed the door open, scanning the room. Everything was in its place—the neatly made bed (too neatly for Alessia), her books piled on the nightstand, and the figure under the covers. I stepped closer, flipping on the bedside lamp.

The moment the light illuminated the bed, my jaw tightened.

Pillows. She’d stuffed her bed with pillows and draped one of her hoodies over them to mimic her sleeping form.

“Damn it.”

She’d outmaneuvered me. Again.

I turned on my earpiece, connecting to the rest of the mansion’s security team. “I need all eyes on Alessia. She’s snuck out.”

There was a pause before one of the guards responded. “Uh, sir, she knocked out Marco at the east gate.”

I froze. “She what?”

“Electric shock tool, I think. He’s fine, just out cold.”

Of course she had. I clenched my jaw, stalking out of the room. This wasn’t just defiance anymore—it was dangerous. She had no idea what kind of threats were out there, and I didn’t have time to teach her.

Switching to the mansion’s external cameras, I traced her path. The feed from the east gate showed her slipping out in dark clothes, her head down as she avoided the security cameras. She was good—too good for someone who claimed to hate her father’s world.

I grabbed my keys and headed for the garage. If she thought she could outsmart me, she was sorely mistaken.

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New York at night was a chaotic maze of lights and shadows. I knew Alessia well enough to guess where she’d gone. She wasn’t subtle about her obsession with nightlife, especially the exclusive clubs she wasn’t supposed to step foot in.

It didn’t take long to track her down. The club she favored was packed, its entrance swarming with people desperate to get in. I parked a block away and slipped inside, my size and presence enough to cut through the crowd.

Inside, the bass reverberated through the floor, the air thick with sweat and alcohol. Neon lights flashed erratically, illuminating the sea of bodies swaying to the music. I scanned the crowd, my eyes narrowing as I searched for her.

And then I saw her.

She was on the dance floor, her dark hair tumbling down her back as she moved with reckless abandon. Her smile was radiant, her eyes sparkling with mischief and the buzz of too much whiskey.

She looked happy. Free.

But then I noticed the guy with her—a tall blonde with his hands on her waist, his touch far too familiar. The smile on Alessia’s face faltered for a moment, a flicker of discomfort crossing her features. My chest tightened as I moved closer, weaving through the crowd.

When his hands slid lower, pulling her closer, my vision tunneled.

I restored towards them anger on my face. "She said stop".

Then Alessia looked at my way relief crossing her face. She looked pretty for her own goods.I want to this bastard up for making her feel this way.

"What the hell man" he remarked. I didn't say a word my attention fixed on her.

"Walk away" A simple warning . It was as simple as that but this stupid bastard has to get on my nerve.

"And who the hell are you to say that?"

"I am her bodyguard" He scoffed .

"Bodyguard? What is she...A royalty?" He looked at her. "I didn't think that you would need a babysitter, baby."

His grip was firm on her wrist for his own good. "Take your hands off of her " It wasn't a order it was an command.

I am not the type who would do this uncalculated but this bastard is testing my patience.

"I think she don't wants to. Do you baby?"

Before I knew a punch land on his face. Anger boiled in me.

The guy sneered, clearly deciding to test his luck. He swung, his fist aiming for my face. I ducked easily, driving my shoulder into his chest and sending him stumbling back into the crowd.

The blonde recovered quickly, charging at me with wild swings. I dodged each one, my movements precise and controlled. When he left himself open, I landed a punch to his gut, doubling him over.

There were startled shouts when he land on the ground from my punch . It was not enough for what he has done. I charged towards him and punched so hard that he will remember this day forever.

I took Alessia's hand and make our way towards the SUV she was blabbing something but my mind was elsewhere.

The ride toward home was unusually quite. I parked the SUV and opened the car's door. For a moment, she seemed younger, more vulnerable. But the moment passed quickly, and the defiance returned.

Today I was not myself. I don't lose control easily. I hate it.

I shouldn't forget what I came for in the young mansion.

My one and only mission.

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