Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King
I was told to prove my loyalty.
Instead, they left me to burn.
My name’s Calistra Ford—Cali, to the idiots who think they know me. I was born to the mafia—wrapped in elegance, forged in blood under a kingpin who calls himself my father. He gave me one shot to earn my place: infiltrate enemy territory, steal something priceless, and survive.
I did it. Bruised, bleeding, victorious.
And just as I ran for freedom, my brothers—my own family—locked the car doors and drove off without me.
They handed me the gun, but turns out I was the target all along.
Now, I’m a prisoner to our enemy.
And Hale “Hellbringer” Holt is the one holding the chains.
He’s cold. Lethal. Unreadable. Everything I should hate.
He should’ve killed me.
But instead… he married me.
Bound by a contract and shackled in silk. Tied to his empire by blood and silence.
I was raised to bleed for my people—now, my loyalty is dead.
They offered me up as bait. All except my sister, Belle—still trapped in their den of evil.
And if I have to set the world on fire to save her, I will.
Starting with the family that betrayed me.
And I’m dragging Hellbringer into the flames with me.
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Chapter: 13. A Pretty LieMy muscles are screaming.Every inch of me aches like someone beat me with a sledgehammer and then set me on fire just for kicks. My thighs burn. My arms feel like bruised clay. My lower back—yeah, don’t even ask. I barely have enough strength to sit upright without cursing every god in the damn universe.I’m still sprawled on the floor like roadkill when a soft knock raps against the door.Then it opens—because of course privacy is a myth in this mansion of monsters.A maid slips in, holding a black hanger like it’s a bomb. No doubt, it’s expensive.And made of fabric.My eyes squint at the tiny, black, and aggressively illegal dress.She holds it up. “You’re to shower, get dressed, and be ready within the hour. Mr. Holt is sending someone to do your hair and makeup.”I blink at her. “The hell is this? Funeral attire for my dignity?”Her expression doesn’t flicker. “No, ma’am. It’s your dress for the evening.”“Great,” I mutter, forcing my limbs to obey as I peel myself off the floor
Last Updated: 2025-05-02
Chapter: 12. MindfuckHis breath grazes the nape of my neck like a brand.I can feel the air shifting around me, the sound of his gloves tightening at the wrists, the weighted pause in the room—like the walls themselves are holding their breath, waiting to watch me fall apart. My pulse thrashes in my throat. Every inch of my skin feels like it’s crawling. I can barely hear past the rush of blood in my ears.He moves behind me, slowly. Deliberately.“I’m going to teach you what punishment feels like,” he murmurs, low and rough, like gravel scraping across bare nerves. “Not with pain. Not with bruises. That’d be too easy for someone like you. No. You don’t learn that way.”I bite down hard, fists clenching in the cuffs behind me as I brace myself against the padded bench. My thighs are trembling, rage and dread twisting together into something molten.“You learn through denial,” he continues, circling behind me like a predator. “Through control. Through the parts of you that beg while your mouth says otherwi
Last Updated: 2025-05-02
Chapter: 11. Hell DescendsI make it.For exactly twenty-six goddamn feet.The trees tower ahead, thick and wild, their branches forming a jagged canopy of green that sways just enough to mock me. Mountains rise in the distance like silent gods, wrapped in mist, old and unforgiving. I don’t know where the hell I am, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is I’m out. I’m past the gate. I’m breathing free air again. And the sheer size of this forest? It’s perfect. I can vanish in it. Slip between the trees like smoke and leave nothing behind but a bruise on their pride.I take one step. Another.Then something crashes into me.Hard.A weight slams down like a freaking meteor, knocking every last breath from my lungs. My knees hit the dirt, my palms scrape open on gravel, and the next thing I know I’m crushed beneath a solid wall of muscle and menace, pinned to the forest floor like prey.I let out a furious snarl, twisting, thrashing, my body screaming in outrage.I drive my elbow back with everything I’ve got and c
Last Updated: 2025-05-01
Chapter: 10. Deep-Rooted PainI’m not sure which hurts more—my body or my pride.Everything feels like it’s been ground down to dust. My calves throb with every step, my thighs are locked so tight it’s like I’ve been walking through cement, and my arms are so sore I can’t even lift them above my shoulders. My spine keeps giving this quiet crack every time I shift, like a warning shot that the next move might be my last.And the worst part?I got a break. A whole thirty minutes. Thirty miserable, fleeting minutes after being put through the worst workout of my life.I’d barely made it back to my room before I collapsed. I didn’t even change out of the skin-tight excuse for a sports bra or the black leggings Hale made me wear. I kicked off one shoe. The other stayed on. I didn’t have the energy to care. I fell face-first into the mattress, limbs heavy and dead, sweat drying in patches across my back.I might have slept. I honestly don’t know.Time stopped existing.Then the door burst open like the beginning of a wa
Last Updated: 2025-05-01
Chapter: 9. Insanity TrainingI strip out of my blouse with trembling fingers and toss it across the back of the chair like it personally betrayed me.It’s been hours since I sliced Hale’s face and got slammed to the floor like a rag doll in a horror movie. Since I felt his mouth on me—his tongue, his teeth—since my body betrayed me in the most disgusting, humiliating, sinfully hot way.And I still can’t stop shaking.Not from fear.From fury.From the fact that I liked it. No—my body liked it. I hated it.My brain screams, He’s your captor, you idiot. He’s the one with the leash. The one who bled my family dry. The one whose breath made my skin crawl until it didn’t.And now he has me dressing in the sluttiest “athletic wear” known to mankind like it’s some sick joke.I glance at the mirror and scowl.The black sports bra is criminal. It’s cut low enough to make my cleavage look like a damn mountain range, and tight enough to lift what doesn’t even need lifting. The leggings are second-skin tight and slick like o
Last Updated: 2025-04-30
Chapter: 8. Off With His HeadI stab the last forkful of steak like it insulted my mother. Chew. Swallow. Done.Across from me, Hale lounges like a king in a bloodstained throne, perfectly content with the way he just shoved food down my throat like I’m some underfed stray. My glare burns holes into his skull, but as usual, the bastard’s unfazed. If hatred were a weapon, he’d already be six feet under.He picks up his phone, taps once, then murmurs, “We’re ready for dessert.”My scowl deepens. “I ate,” I snap. “Like you asked. Is there another hoop you need me to jump through, or are we done playing house?”Hale sets the phone down and finally looks at me.That unreadable expression of his slides into place like armor. But it’s the kind of look that makes my skin itch—the kind that hides barbed wire under silk.“Dessert’s coming,” he says casually.He leans back, arms resting on the chair like he’s holding court, his gaze dragging over me slow enough to be deliberate. Calculating. Like he’s measuring what it’ll tak
Last Updated: 2025-04-30
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