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Chapter 8: Family Turmoil
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Sold To The Mafia King Chapter 9: Naive fantasies
I stared at the ominous message on my phone, my heart pounding in my chest. ‘I’m always watching.’ Was someone spying on me? The thought sent a chill down my spine. Surely it was just a prank, right? I tried to laugh it off, but a nagging sense of unease lingered.The next day, I went to Emercyn’s apartment to gather my belongings. Kyle was told to follow me everywhere, so he trailed behind me like an unwanted shadow.As soon as Emercyn opened the door, she enveloped me in a tight hug. “Oh my god, Isadora! Are you okay? I was so worried when you didn’t come home. And why weren’t you picking your calls?!”“It’s a long story,” I sighed, stepping back. “Can we talk inside?”Once we were settled on her couch, I recounted everything - from being auctioned off to Kian, to the disastrous meeting with his terrifying parents.“They were absolutely horrible, Em,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “His father called me a whore and said my parents must have died of shame over me.”Emercyn’s ey
Sold To The Mafia King Chapter 10: Behind Closed Bathroom Doors
Kian’s movements became more frenzied, his muscles tensing as he drove into me relentlessly. I was right on the edge, that coiled knot of pleasure threatening to snap at any second.“Kian…please…I’m so close,” I panted, raking my nails down his back desperately.He growled against my neck, the sound vibrating through me deliciously. “Come for me, principessa.”That was all it took to push me over the edge into shattering ecstasy. I cried out sharply as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over me. Kian kept thrusting, prolonging my high until finally he went rigid, letting out a guttural groan as he found his own release.We clung to each other, both trembling and covered in sweat when the feeling of desire finally began to clear. I felt utterly boneles, like I could just melt into the mattress.Kian rolled onto his back, chest still heaving. I expected him to make some smug remark about thoroughly claiming what was his. But instead, he just lay there in silence, staring up at t
Sold To The Mafia King Chapter 11: Armani
I tossed and turned in bed, tightly wound with frustration after Kian’s abrupt departure during our heated encounter. My body still thrummed with unfulfilled desire, aching for his touch. With a huff, I rolled onto my side, glaring at Kian’s broad back as he slept beside me. The man was an infuriating enigma. Resigned to a restless night, I closed my eyes and tried to quiet my racing thoughts. Eventually, exhaustion won out, and I drifted into an uneasy slumber. The next morning, Kian was already gone when I woke. A servant informed me he had instructed her to escort me to one of the mansion’s training rooms after breakfast. Confused but curious, I quickly ate and followed the maid’s lead. The training room was massive, with padded floors, racks of weapons, and various training dummies and equipment. A tall, muscular man with close-cropped dark hair stood in the center, looking imposing in his all-black workout gear. “Ah, you must be Isadora,” he greeted with a charming smile as I
Sold To The Mafia King Chapter 12: Interruptions
I was in shock for the rest of the day after the crazy confrontation with Armani. I couldn’t stop replaying the violent scene in my mind - the sickening crunches as Kian’s fists slammed into Armani, the splashes of blood. And Kian did it all because Armani dared to put his hands on me.A shudder went through me thinking about Kian’s extreme possessiveness. There was no downplaying his motivations - he reacted with swift, brutal violence against someone he saw as touching his “property.” The thought should have filled me with furious indignation that I belonged to no man. But a darker part of me, one I didn’t fully understand, felt something else entirely at Kian’s show of savage dominance. An aching awareness that both shamed and thrilled me.I tried not to dwell too much on those confusing feelings. Instead, I kept myself busy exploring the huge mansion - the libraries, gardens, artwork. Anything to occupy my restless mind.When evening came, I went to the bedroom I shared with Kian,
Sold To The Mafia King Chapter 13: A Deadly Twist
Kian’s eyes narrowed dangerously at the trembling servant. “What situation?”The man swallowed hard, clearly terrified of angering his boss further. “It’s…your brother, sir. Luca. He’s been shot.”A tense silence fell over the room as the weight of those words sank in. My heart thudded against my ribs as I watched a countless amount of emotions flicker across Kian’s chiseled features - disbelief, fury, and finally a cold, calculating focus.“Details. Now,” he bit out in a tone that brokered no argument.The servant rushed to explain. “We don’t know much yet. Luca was ambushed outside a club downtown about an hour ago. His men got him out and to a safe house, but he took two bullets - one to the shoulder and one to the abdomen. The impact vests saved his life, but he’s lost a lot of blood. The family doctor is with him now, but they need you there right away.”Kian’s jaw ticked, the muscle tensing with barely leashed rage. When he finally spoke, his voice was glacier cold. “Ready my ca
Sold To The Mafia King Chapter 14: Blood and Bullets
The armored SUV raced through the darkened streets of Monte Carlo like a black shark, engines growling. Kian’s face was set in grim lines, his jaw clenched tight as he stared ahead with laser focus. I shifted uncomfortably in the tense silence, acutely aware of the armed men surrounding us. “Where are we going?” I asked in a small voice. Kian’s eyes sliced towards me briefly before returning to the road. “A safe house where my brother is being treated.” My stomach twisted sickly at the implication that Luca had been so gravely injured, he couldn’t even be taken to a hospital. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the mental images of his bloodied body. “Who did this?” I whispered, almost afraid to ask. Kian’s knuckles went white where he gripped the steering wheel. “That’s what we’re going to find out.” His tone promised severe consequences for whoever was responsible. We lapsed back into tense quiet, the weight of the situation pressing down like a physical force. I could
Sold To The Mafia King Chapter 15: Bullets and Bandages
Boom! Another big loud noise made me jump. Bullets came flying through the walls, breaking them into little pieces. Kian’s men moved quickly to the windows and started shooting back.“Get down on the floor!” Marco shouted at me. He dropped to one knee and fired his gun.I laid flat on the dirty floor and covered my head with my shaky hands. Everything was crazy around me. The scary sounds of fighting - people screaming, guns booming, and bullets hitting metal - filled my ears until I thought I might throw up because I was so scared.Kian moved really fast and dangerous behind a table that was flipped over. He kept firing his gun towards the people attacking us from outside. His face looked tough and like he had been in lots of fights before. His eyes shined like a man who knows all about fighting.Suddenly, a bunch of really fast gunshots ripped across the room, blowing up the couch I was hiding behind. I screamed and scrambled backwards as the stuffing from inside it flew everywhere.
Sold To The Mafia King Chapter 16: The Devil's Bargain
Kian’s grip on my arm was like a vise as he pulled me along the dimly lit hallway, his men flanking us with weapons at the ready. The air crackled with tension, the group moving with a sense of purpose and unspoken dread.“Keep moving and stay close,” Kian rumbled in a low, serious voice. “We’re getting out of this place right now.”I nodded mutely, too frightened to do anything but obey. The narrow corridor felt claustrophobic, the shadows pressing in as we hustled towards our unknown destination. The only sounds were the heavy footfalls of Kian’s men and the faint whir of the security cameras tracking our frantic retreat.Finally, we burst through a heavy metal door and into a cavernous parking garage, its dim lighting casting ominous shadows across the rows of parked vehicles. A pair of nondescript black vans idled near the exit, their engines rumbling impatiently.Marco, one of Kian’s lieutenants, hurried to the side door of the closest van and yanked it open. “Get in here,” he ba
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