lawfully trapped with the Mafia boss

Chapter 2

LEONARDO'S POV

Leonardo Dicosta

Age: 28

Nationality: Italian-American

Occupation: CEO of Dicosta Corporation/Mafia leader of the Italian Mafia in America

Family: Matteo Dicosta (father), Devin Dicosta (brother)

Best Friend: Vicento Andriano

Personality: Arrogant, unforgiving, reliable, brave, cold, and determined

The name Leonardo Dicosta carries both reverence and terror. It’s a name whispered among the criminal underworld, feared by those who cross him and respected by those wise enough to align with him.

I’m not just a leader; I’m a force of nature. The government, the police, and even my rivals know that my influence stretches far beyond their grasp. To them, I am the law—a shadowed king ruling with an iron fist.

My father handed over the reins of the Dicosta Corporation five years ago. By then, I had already been managing the mafia business for nearly a decade, having started at eighteen. It was a transition that not everyone welcomed—many rival mafia leaders sought to eliminate me. They underestimated me, thinking I was too young or inexperienced.

They learned the hard way.

My father wouldn’t have entrusted me with his empire if I weren’t capable. One by one, I eradicated those who challenged my authority. To this day, I spare no one who dares stand in my way.

Training began when I was five years old, alongside my best friend Vicento, who is just a year younger than me. We were taught to master martial arts, knives, and firearms. Our training wasn’t limited to physical endurance—we endured pain, torture, and deprivation. It wasn’t cruel; it was preparation.

By the time I was twenty, I had earned the title of “The Shadow” or “The Devil of the Underworld.” Among my allies, I’m a reliable protector of the innocent. Among my enemies, I’m a nightmare. I forgive no betrayal, and I never show mercy.

I’m Married to Annie Andriano, though I’m not entirely sure what I feel for her. All I know is that she’s mine. She’s intelligent, beautiful, and strong-willed—the perfect queen for my empire. But love? I don’t know.

My possessiveness over her borders on obsessive. I crave her, yet I know she needs time to adapt to our world before I claim her. She’s fiery and determined, traits I admire.

Still, being married doesn’t stop me from indulging my desires. Women throw themselves at me, and I take what they offer. Vicento despises this part of me, especially since Annie is his sister, but it’s who I am.

Lately, I’ve become the target of media gossip, thanks to women trying to use my name for their own gain. The headlines don’t bother me. In fact, they serve as a smokescreen, keeping my enemies guessing.

What does bother me, though, is the growing disapproval from both the Dicosta and Andriano families. They take issue with my reputation, but it’s not like Annie, I am a couple, yet I’m married just on paper. Vicento even threatened to break my marriage to Annie if I didn’t change my ways.

He doesn’t understand. Annie isn’t just anyone. She’s my equal, my queen. She may not know it yet, but she’s made me stronger.

The leader of the men who attacked Annie and Aunt Maria is still on the run. I will find him. I don’t know who sent them, but I know one thing: they wanted Annie dead.

Aunt Maria was a remarkable woman, one of the best fighters I’ve ever known. She sacrificed herself to protect Annie, and I will make sure her sacrifice wasn’t in vain. Annie, too, proved her strength that night. She fought like a warrior—a true mafia princess.

I won’t rest until I find the person responsible for Aunt Maria’s death. Whoever hired those men will wish they had never been born.

ANNIE'S POV

I stood before Aunt Maria’s grave, my fingers tracing the letters engraved on the tombstone.

R.I.P.

Maria Andriano

Loving Daughter, Sister, and Aunt

Tears blurred my vision as I whispered, “I wish you were still here with me.”

I knelt on the ground, my heart heavy with grief. “Aunt Maria, I’m so sorry,” I sobbed. The cemetery was eerily quiet, the wind rustling through the trees as if mourning with me.

“I’m leaving, Aunt Maria,” I continued, my voice breaking. “I’m going to find the truth about our family and who I am. Thank you for everything—for raising me, protecting me, and sacrificing so much for me. I promise I’ll survive. I’ll stay alive, and I’ll make you proud.”

Wiping my tears, I placed the bouquet I’d brought on her grave.

Unbeknownst to me, a pair of eyes watched my every move from the shadows.

I left the cemetery with the driver Mr. Dicosta had assigned to me. He wasn’t just a driver—he was one of their best bodyguards, and I knew he had orders to protect me at all costs.

The ride to the airport was silent, the weight of my grief pressing down on me. My hands clenched tightly around the address Aunt Maria had given me before she died. California. That’s where the truth awaited me.

But as we neared the airport, an uneasy feeling crept over me, I felt someone was watching me.

“Is everything alright, Miss Annie?” the driver asked, his tone calm but alert.

I glanced around, my instincts screaming that danger was near. “Just drive,” I said, my voice firm despite the unease building in my chest.

Why do I feel someone is spying on me? Are the attackers still after my life?