Bound to Mafia Princess

Night out in the city

The air outside my window was biting cold, but it wasn’t enough to dampen the adrenaline surging through my veins. I could already hear Jay’s deep, commanding voice in my head warning me about the dangers of sneaking out, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to spend another night suffocating in the mansion, listening to my brothers’ bickering and feeling the weight of our family’s endless drama.

Tonight was mine.

The rope I had tied to the bedpost felt sturdy enough, though I wasn’t entirely confident in my knot-tying skills. Still, it was my only way out. I leaned out the window, glancing at the two-story drop below. A thrill zipped through me—not fear, but the kind of excitement that came with knowing I was about to get away with something forbidden.

I climbed onto the windowsill, gripping the rope tightly. “Don’t look down, Alessia,” I whispered to myself, then lowered my body over the edge. The rope creaked under my weight, but it held steady as I carefully descended. My heart was pounding, but I couldn’t help the grin spreading across my face.

When my feet finally touched the ground, I let out a soft laughfeeling victorious. Step one of Operation Escape was complete.

The mansion’s sprawling garden was eerily quiet, the towering hedges casting long shadows in the moonlight. I moved quickly, sticking close to the edges to avoid the security cameras Jay had installed. Of course, he’d probably find out eventually, but by the time he did, I’d be long gone.

I rounded the corner and spotted Marco, one of the mansion’s bodyguards, standing near the gate. He was leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone. Perfect.

Reaching into my jacket pocket, I pulled out the small electric shock tool Mia had gifted me on my last birthday. “For emergencies,” she’d said with a wink. Well, this definitely qualified as an emergency.

I crept closer, my movements silent thanks to the soft-soled boots I’d worn for this exact purpose. When I was just a step away, I pressed the device to Marco’s arm.

“Sorry, Marco,” I whispered as he jolted in surprise, then slumped to the ground.

I felt a pang of guilt as I checked to make sure he was just unconscious, not hurt. His breathing was steady, so I knew he’d be fine. Shaking off the guilt, I grabbed the keycard from his pocket and swiped it at the gate’s control panel.

The gate swung open, and I slipped out into the chilly New York night.

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Mia and Emily were waiting for me a block away, leaning against Mia’s bright red convertible. They looked exactly as I’d expected—dressed to kill and grinning like they’d just pulled off the heist of the century.

“Took you long enough,” Mia teased, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief.

“I had to knock out a bodyguard,” I said, climbing into the backseat. “Give me a break.”

Emily laughed, her dark curls bouncing as she slid into the passenger seat. “Classic Alessia. Always going the extra mile.”

“Where are we going?” I asked as Mia revved the engine.

“Rogue,” Mia said with a wicked grin.

Rogue was the most exclusive club in New York City, known for its impossible guest list and even more impossible rules. But Mia had connections, and I had a fake ID, so getting in wasn’t a problem.

“Let’s do it,” I said, my heart racing with excitement.

The drive to Rogue was a blur of neon lights and loud music. Mia cranked up the radio, and the three of us sang along to every song, our voices mixing with the hum of the city. For the first time in weeks, I felt free—free from my family’s expectations, free from the suffocating walls of the mansion, and free to just be Alessia.

When we pulled up to the club, a line of people stretched down the block, but Mia ignored it, driving straight to the VIP entrance.

A tall, broad-shouldered bouncer stood at the door, his arms crossed. “Names?” he asked, his voice gruff.

Mia flashed her most dazzling smile and handed him a card. “Mia DeLuca. Plus two.”

The bouncer scanned the card, then nodded, stepping aside to let us in.

Inside, Rogue was a sensory overload. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and alcohol. Music pulsed through the room, the bass vibrating in my chest. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a soft, golden glow over the sleek, modern décor.

“This place is insane,” I said, my eyes wide as I took it all in.

“Only the best for us,” Mia said, leading the way to a private booth near the dance floor.

We settled into the plush leather seats, and a waiter appeared almost instantly, taking our drink orders.

Emily read my face and asked me ," So how is life recently?" . She is Valentino's nephew, she is in the same page as me except a annoying bodyguard who would guard you like a shadow. Like seriously the only time I get to be with myself is when I'm in bathroom. Though I thought I saw some flicker of emotion in Jay but that was it. The next day we were back to square one.

"Don't ask" I take the whiskey glass which the waiter offered. " You have to always been on alert like he is a like ghost marking my every move to possess me." I don't know if it's the whiskey or the bar's busing sound that makes my heart thud when I talked about him.

Mia smirked "Let's be honest aren't you a little bit attracted to him , just a little bit." I rolled my eyes. " Mia... " she cut me off mid sentence " because if I was in your position i would be definitely a attracted to him".

I get it what she means but attraction and suffocation is two different thing. On the scale of 1-10 I am attracted to him 7 out 10 but whenever he is on my line of vision I feel suffocated, annoyed . I want to smack that smirk out of his face when he get's a point in an argument Aka smartass. So my annoyance level for him is 10 out of 10.

"What's there in him to feel attracted" my ego gets the better of me.

"What isn't there in him to not feel attracted ? I can't believe it if he was my bodyguard I would start a forbidden romance with him. In the public we hate each other but in the middle of the night when everyone is asleep we his some dark secrets that only we know. " As she said it, she started blushing .

"You you are so turn on by him don't you take him?" i sipped my whiskey feeling annoyed.

"b***h I wish I could-"

"Okay, guys we are here to enjoy our freedom not to waste our time crushing on someone" Emily started that.

As we chatted on our everyday lives.

Some guy with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes came towards us.

"Hello, ladies . Aren't you bored being with yourselves" Then he turned my way. Scanned me from head to toe and smirked. He took my hand. "Wanna dance?"

The dance floor was packed with people, their bodies moving in sync with the music. The energy was electric, and I felt it pulling me in.

Something about him screamed danger, but that only made him more appealing. I shouldn’t have said yes, but the whiskey buzzing through my system had already decided for me.

“Sure,” I said, slipping my hand into his.

His grip was firm, his palm warm against mine as he led me to the center of the dance floor. The crowd pressed in closer, the music swelling around us. His hands found my waist, pulling me in just close enough to feel the heat radiating from him.

I should have been wary. He was a stranger, after all, and my father had drilled enough warnings into me about trusting anyone outside our circle. But tonight wasn’t about caution. Tonight was about forgetting.

We moved together, our bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music. At first, it was fun, a game of teasing smiles and playful touches. He spun me around, his hands brushing against my arms, my waist, my hips.

But then his touches lingered too long, his fingers pressing into my skin like he was staking a claim. His hand slid down my back, his lips brushing close to my ear. “You’re stunning,” he murmured, his voice rough with something that made my stomach twist—not in excitement, but unease.

I laughed, trying to play it off, but the sound came out shaky. “Thanks.”

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my neck. “You don’t belong here, do you? You’ve got that untouchable look.”

My chest tightened, and the warning bells I’d ignored earlier began to ring louder. I tried to step back, but the crowd seemed to close in around us, and his grip on my waist tightened.

“You’re tense,” he said, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Relax. Let me take care of you.”

The whiskey was supposed to give me courage, make me feel invincible. But instead, it dulled the sharp edges of my instincts, leaving me vulnerable. My mind screamed at me to pull away, but my body felt sluggish, slow to react.

“Stop,” I managed, my voice firmer this time.

His grip didn’t loosen. If anything, it became more possessive, his fingers digging into my skin. “Come on, don’t be like that,” he said, his tone light but his actions anything but.

Panic flared in my chest, my heart pounding wildly as I twisted in his hold. My vision blurred, the lights and shadows on the dance floor blending into a dizzying haze. I was about to shove him away when a familiar voice cut through the noise, sharp and commanding.

“She said stop.”

I turned my head, and there he was—Jay, his dark eyes locked onto the blonde guy with a gaze that could freeze hell itself. His towering frame loomed over us, radiating an energy so intense it made the air around us feel heavier.