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Chapter 13 - Elena

Autor: Peyton Iuga
last update Data de publicação: 2026-03-24 20:22:58

Elena

I shouldn’t be thinking about him.

That’s the first thing that runs through my head as I sit on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing, my fingers twisting into the thin fabric of my pajama shorts. The room is quiet again, too quiet, the kind of silence that leaves too much space for thoughts I don’t want to have. Thoughts about his hands, his voice, the way he looked at me like he already knew exactly what I was going to do before I did it.

The kiss. My stomach tightens. I press my lips
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  • Bought By The Irish Mafia Boss   Chapter 13 - Elena

    ElenaI shouldn’t be thinking about him.That’s the first thing that runs through my head as I sit on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing, my fingers twisting into the thin fabric of my pajama shorts. The room is quiet again, too quiet, the kind of silence that leaves too much space for thoughts I don’t want to have. Thoughts about his hands, his voice, the way he looked at me like he already knew exactly what I was going to do before I did it.The kiss. My stomach tightens. I press my lips together, like I can erase it, like I can push the memory out of my head if I just refuse to acknowledge it. But it doesn’t go away. It lingers. The pressure of his mouth, the way my body reacted before my brain could catch up, the heat that spread through me like something I didn’t recognize.Or didn’t want to.“Fuck,” I whisper, dragging a hand down my face.I shouldn’t want more. That’s the truth of it. I shouldn’t be sitting here thinking about the way his hand felt on my neck, the way his

  • Bought By The Irish Mafia Boss   Chapter 12 - Cillian

    CillianI shouldn’t have let it go that far. That’s the first thought that hits me, the second the photographer leaves, and the door shuts behind him, cutting off the outside world and leaving only silence in its wake. Silence, and her.Elena stands a few feet away, turned slightly from me like she’s trying to put distance between us without making it obvious. Like she’s still playing the part even now, even when there’s no one left to watch. Except me. Always me.She felt it. I know she did. The way her body reacted when I pulled her closer. The way her breath shifted when I leaned in, when my hand tightened on her waist, when I spoke against her ear. She can pretend all she wants, can throw that fire at me like it’ll burn me back, but I felt it. I felt the moment it changed. The second, her body stopped fighting and started responding.Christ. That’s the problem. I should be satisfied. The photos are done. The story is set. The narrative will spread exactly how I want it to: untouch

  • Bought By The Irish Mafia Boss   Chapter 11 - Elena

    ElenaI stare at the dress for a long time before I touch it.It’s laid out on the bed like it belongs there. Like I belong there. Black, sleek, expensive in a way I can’t even begin to understand, the fabric catches the light in soft waves that make it look almost liquid. There’s a pair of heels beside it, delicate and sharp, and a smaller box that I already know holds more diamonds. More weight. More reminders of what I am in this place.My fingers curl slightly at my sides. I don’t move. Because putting that dress on means something. It means I’m playing along. It means I’m stepping into whatever twisted version of reality he’s decided for me.Maya. Sophia. The thought hits hard enough that my chest tightens.I close my eyes for a second, pressing my lips together, trying to push down the anger, the panic, the humiliation that keeps rising every time I think about that file. About Adrian. About my name attached to something I didn’t do. About the fact that Cillian wasn’t lying.Tha

  • Bought By The Irish Mafia Boss   Chapter 10 - Cillian

    CillianShe doesn’t do what I tell her. I know that before I even open the door.She’s by the window, still in the silk pajamas I had sent up to her. Dark hair loose around her shoulders, bare feet against the polished floor, morning light tracing the outline of her body in pale gold. I lean against the doorframe instead of walking straight in. The file rests in one hand, loose and unthreatening, though we both know I don’t carry things I don’t intend to use. “You didn’t get dressed.”Her eyes flick once to the folder in my hand and then back to my face. “I’m not taking pictures with you.”“You don’t get to decide that,” I say calmly.A humorless laugh leaves her. “You really love the sound of your own voice, don’t you?”I push off the doorframe and walk toward her, slow enough that she has time to watch me coming. She doesn’t move back. That would almost impress me if it didn’t annoy the fuck out of me at the same time. She’s still trying to win ground she doesn’t have. Still acting

  • Bought By The Irish Mafia Boss   Chapter 9 - Cillian

    CillianBy the time Declan walks into my office, I’m already in a foul mood.That kiss should never have happened. Not because I regret crossing the line. I don’t waste time on regret. But because it told me something I didn’t want confirmed. She got under my skin faster than anyone has in a long fucking time, and I don’t like the shape of that. I don’t like the fact that I can still feel the way she shoved at me, all fury and shaking breath, like she’d rather choke than bend. Most women in her position would have folded into fear by now. Elena fights like she thinks there’s still something left to save. That kind of fire is a problem in my world. It gets people noticed. It gets them hurt. It gets them killed. And if I’m being honest with myself, what bothers me most is not that she’s difficult. It’s that some ugly part of me enjoys it.Declan closes the office door behind him and tosses a slim black file onto my desk. “Got it.”I glance up from the papers in front of me, then at the

  • Bought By The Irish Mafia Boss   Chapter 8 - Cillian

    CillianI know the second I step into the room that Ronan got to her first.Not because he says anything. He doesn’t have to. I can read it in the way she’s standing in the middle of the kitchen like she’s braced for impact, all rigid shoulders and lifted chin, as if sheer stubbornness can hold the world back.Her eyes cut to me the moment I enter, and there’s something new in them beneath the anger. Not submission. Not even close. But a sharper awareness. A better understanding of where she is and what kind of men she’s surrounded by. Ronan did his job. He rattled her without breaking her, and now she’s looking at me like she’s trying to decide whether I’m the bigger threat or just the one with the better suit. The answer should be obvious.Ronan leans back against the counter with his coffee in hand, too casual for the tension packed into the room. Liam stands near the windows, silent as ever, his attention nowhere and everywhere at once. Declan is gone, probably already downstairs

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