The Mafia's Mistress

SEVEN

The air at the race site was thick with gasoline, sweat, and the electric hum of anticipation. Engines roared like caged beasts, their growls vibrating through the crowd. Luciana stood at Adrian’s side, her heart hammering as she took in the chaos—the flashing neon lights, the bodies pressing close, the illicit energy crackling in the night air.

“This is insane,” she murmured, her eyes darting between the line of sleek, custom-built cars and the crowd of adrenaline junkies.

Adrian grinned, tucking his hands into his jacket pockets. “Told you it would be. But you wanted to have some fun, didn’t you?”

Before Luciana could respond, a deep voice cut through the noise. “Didn’t think I’d see you here, Romano.”

She turned to find Alessandro leaning against a matte-black Ferrari, his dark eyes flicking over her with unmistakable interest.

"What do you take me for, Alessandro?" she asked, tilting her head to the side and giving him an amused glance.

Alessandro regarded her with a smirk, running his tongue over his lips "Wanna take this baby for a spin?" Luciana grinned, snatching the keys from his hand and heading towards the car. Alessandro winked at Adrian who was giving him a death stare before following after her.

"This is amazing" Luciana screamed, the rush of speed sending adrenaline coursing through her veins as she gripped the wheel, pushing the limits of what she thought she could handle. Alessandro laughed beside her, encouraging her to go faster, to let go. For a brief moment, she did. She felt free, untouchable. But as soon as the ride ended, reality crept back in, reminding her that freedom was only an illusion. Luciana was all grins and smiles when she slid out of the car an hour later.

“You should come to a party after this,” Alessandro suggested, a smirk playing on his lips. “Exclusive crowd, good music. I think you’d enjoy yourself.”

Adrian stiffened beside her, but Luciana made her own choice. Maybe it was the thrill of rebellion, maybe it was the way she wanted—just for one night—to forget the weight of Dante Costa’s protection looming over her.

“I’ll come,” she said, ignoring Adrian’s pointed look. “Why not?”

"Dad won't be happy" Adrian reminded her, throwing a dirty look at Alessandro.

Luciana rolled her eyes, patting her best friend on his back "That's why you're meant to cover for me, see you at midnight". she blew him a kiss and jogged towards Alessandro who was waiting.

"Bett has a change of clothes, she could lend you" Luciana nodded, grabbed the duffel and slid into the car.

The party was everything she expected—loud, reckless, and filled with people who didn’t care about rules. She lost herself in the music, the heat of the dance floor, the way Alessandro’s hands skimmed her waist, guiding her through the rhythm of the bass. She wasn’t thinking about consequences. She wasn’t thinking about him. It didn't help that the dress Bett had to lend her was a two piece that barely held in her boobs and barely covered her ass, it seemed more appropriate for a stripper club than any other event but she didn't care. she needed one night away from the shadow of Dante Costa looming over her.

"You look good, Luci" Alessandro groaned, grinding his body against hers. Luciana could fee the heat rush through her, as his hands skimmes down her bare skin. Maybe this was what she needed, to get her mind away from that Mafia boss that was unreachable and untouchable. "We're gonna have a goodnight".

Luciana smiled, gulping down the last of her drink before pulling Alessandro towards her and placing her lips on his. it didn't take a second before Alessandro pulled her in by the waist, his hot lips pressed against her cold alcoholic ones, his hand grabbing her ass and making a moan escape from her lips.

Then everything shifted. The silence that ensued was loud and daunting.

The air around her changed, turned thick with something heavier than smoke and alcohol. A presence, dark and unmistakable, sent a chill down her spine before she even saw him.

Dante.

She stilled, her pulse spiking as she turned. He stood at the edge of the chaos, watching her. The dim lights cast shadows across his face, making him look even more lethal than usual. His suit was impeccable, as if he hadn’t intended to step into this world tonight—but had been forced to because of her.

Alessandro, oblivious to the shift in the atmosphere, leaned in closer. “Kiss me baby".

Before she could react, Dante was there.

A hand wrapped around her wrist, firm and unyielding. The air between them crackled like a live wire. “We’re leaving.” His voice was ice, but his grip burned.

She yanked her arm back, chin lifting in defiance. “I’m not a child, Dante. You don’t own me.”

His jaw clenched, his dark eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that stole her breath. “ Don't f*****g disobey me". he ground out. “Not here".

Alessandro, sensing the shift in power, backed off with a lazy smirk. “Didn’t know she was spoken for, Costa.”

Dante didn’t even spare him a glance. “She’s under my protection.”

Luciana let out a breathless laugh, tinged with something dangerous. “Right. Protection.”

He didn’t argue. Instead, he pulled her away, guiding her through the crowd and out into the cool night air. The silence between them was deafening as they reached his car. He didn’t let go of her wrist, didn’t give her a chance to run.

Then, in a move so swift she barely had time to react, he had her pressed against the car. One hand braced against the vehicle, the other gripping her waist, his body inches from hers.

“Tell me,” he said, his voice rough, low, almost desperate. “Did you like it? The way he touched you and kissed you, you f*****g w***e".

She swallowed hard, tears pricking at her eyes “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His fingers tightened ever so slightly, grounding her. “Liar.”

The tension between them was unbearable. She could feel his heat, his breath fanning against her cheek. She wanted to push him away, wanted to pull him closer. "You're mine Luciana, mine," his fingers ran down the skimpy material of her two piece until he found her n****e sticking through the fabric, pinching it, "And no other man is going to f*****g touch you, if they do, I'll serve their hands to you on a platter of gold".

“You can’t keep doing this,” she whispered, even as her body betrayed her, leaning into him, the pressure in her lower abdomen increasing.

she wanted him. She needed him to put her out of her misery. She wanted his hands all over her giving it to her rough and hard.

He let out a slow, ragged breath, his forehead nearly resting against hers. “You think I don’t know that?”

"I can do whatever I want Dante, you don't want to be with me so let me"

Dante grunted "we'll see how that works out"

For the first time, she saw it—not the mafia boss, not the untouchable ruler—but the man beneath the weight of it all.

And that terrified her more than anything.