Never Again- Breaking Free From Mafia Boss

The loud sound of Serena's heel echoed as she made her way out of the office premises. Pictures of Dominic and Rosa were still lingering in the back of her mind, still, she kept her head high and pace steady.

As she exited the building, the sight of a crowd moving back to their homes met her. Serena was deeply engrossed in her thoughts when she noticed the white car parked across the street.

Those men in black were watching her every move. On Dominic's command, his men have been keeping a tab on her every move since the moment she walked out of his apartment.

It wasn't a lie if Dominic would say that he already knew that Serena was going to react that way.

Undoubtedly she was too independent, too strong-willed to let that matter slide without a fight.

Although he hated the fact that she was angry with him, there were some other matters which demanded his attention.

As Serena crossed the street, her phone buzzed once again. She pulled it out, and her heart sank when she saw Dominic's name flashing on the screen.

For a moment, she wanted to give in, her thumb was desperately moving over the screen but then she quickly pressed the ignore button.

She knew that once she heard his voice, she would be swayed away. And at that moment, she didn't want to do that.

However, Dominic was relentless. The moment she took another step, her phone started ringing again.

Then it kept up the saga. Text messages, voicemails, and missed calls accompanied her way. She was aware that since last night Dominic was trying to explain things but she couldn't let that off.

She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. She was done with his lies.

The moment she was about to reach the end of the street, a sleek black Mercedes Benz pulled up and blocked her way.

There he was, Dominic Russo, looking the most powerful man that he was. His dark and dominating eyes matched Serena's gaze but she refused to flinch.

"Serena, we need to talk," Dominic said, his voice calm and resonating but commanding.

"There's nothing to talk about now," Serena replied, turning in the other direction. She wasn't afraid of walking home in her heels. So, she wasn't going to sit down in his car.

Meanwhile, Dominic was equally determined. He moved out of the car, stepping in front of her and blocking her way.

"You know me well, Serena," he paused. "I'm not letting you go unless you hear me out."

"Are you threatening me?" Serena asked, knitting her eyebrows together.

Dominic's expression softened. He stepped back but didn't give her way to move away.

"Come with me to Monica's birthday tonight. We will talk there. It is a public place. No drama, no misunderstanding."

Serena's eyes narrowed. Monica's birthday?

Coincidentally, Monica was their common friend. It was her birthday celebration and she wasn't informed until now.

The fact that Rosa would also be there, Serena flinched.

"Why should I go there?" Serena asked, crossing her arms."So I will see you hovering over Rosa again?"

Dominic's jaw tightened. "It's not like that. I just want you to be there, Serena."

Serena hesitated. A part of her wanted to turn and never look back. But another part of hers, the stubborn one wanted to go there and face him and Rosa.

She wanted to tell them that they couldn't break her easily. And maybe, just maybe then she would get her desired answers.

After a long thought, she cleared her throat and mumbled, "Fine! But don't expect anything from me other than that."

Dominic nodded, and a flicker of relief crossed his face. "I'll pick you up…"

Before he could complete Rosa uttered, "No need. Send me the address, and I'll see you there!"

In The Restaurant.

It was one of the best places where rich and powerful people used to come to flaunt their status.

Serena's heart accelerated with the highest speed. She arrived on time. She was both- nervous and determined.

For that night, she had chosen a simple yet elegant black dress. The one that exuded class and confidence. She wasn't there to enjoy it.

As she entered, her eyes settled on Monica. She was surrounded by her friends, laughing and enjoying the evening.

Dominic was there too, he was sitting at the far end of the table. Of course, next to him was Rosa, looking as radiant as ever.

"Serena, that's your seat," Monica said, gesturing to a chair far away from Dominic.

Seeing that, she felt a pang of discomfort in her chest. It was a planned move to isolate her, to make her feel like an outsider. But she wasn't going to let them see how much it affected her.

"What are you thinking?" Monica paused."Sit down!"

Serena forced a smile and took her seat. She felt a heated gaze on her. It was Dominic. She refused to look in his direction.

Instead, she acted to focus on the menu, pretending to be engrossed in choosing dishes.

The evening moved on, and Serena found herself increasingly out of place. Everybody was busy with their conversations, but she felt like a spectator.

On the other hand, Dominic was attentive to Rosa, pouring her wine, laughing at her jokes, and whispering in her ears.

The sight made it difficult for Serena to breathe but she maintained her composure.

The moment dessert was being served, Rosa decided to make a move.

"So Serena," Rosa began, her tone dripping with fake sweetness. "Are you still upset about those fireworks the other night?"