All Chapters of SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The following day dawned, casting an eerie light upon the grim gathering. Old man Carl stood resolutely on the shore of the sea, his face devoid of any trace of a smile. His stern expression and commanding voice cut through the air as he explained the rules of the game to Ashley and her group, who faced the submarines assigned to each of them.An intense tension settled upon the shore, amplified by Xander's frequent glances in Ashley's direction. She stood a mere inches away from him, next to Jake, while Carl loomed behind them all."Each of you knows exactly why you're here, you bunch of assholes," Carl began, his voice carrying across the water. He gestured toward the six sleek submarines bobbing in the water behind him. "Today, someone will meet their end, and this game will determine who. You will race in these submarines. The first five to cross the finish line shall be spared. The person who crosses last will pay with their life."With a sinister smile, he pulled out a handgun f

Ashley’s POVCarl’s cologne stung my nose, and I clenched my teeth in rage. His wrinkled hand was still wrapped around me, squeezing like he owned me. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the river as two of his goons jumped into a submarine and fired it up. The engine roared, and the ugly metal beast slid into the water. Both of them sat together, chasing after Dave.Poor Dave. His face looked pale as hell as he fought against the current, arms thrashing while he swam like a madman. He didn’t give a damn about the submarine speeding after him. His girl’s sub had already gone down. She wasn’t in sight anymore. Gone into the deep blue water, probably drowning.“Stop!” the henchmen yelled from the sub, but Dave ignored them, his strokes getting faster. He finally reached the sunken submarine and grabbed the edge, panting like a man possessed. He looked around, desperate. Then he pinched his nose, took one last breath, and dove under, chasing a ghost.Carl finally released me, shoving me so har

Xander's POVI couldn’t see anyone anymore. My eyes burned red, blind to everything but that old devil standing in front of me with his dog by his side. Carl’s voice grated through the air again, tiny and annoying.“Kill me, if you have got the balls!”I scoffed, my finger twitching on the trigger. He thought I wouldn’t?I glanced sideways just once. Ashley’s face. Her expression was twisted, soft but anxious, her lips mouthing. “Don’t.”For a split second, something inside me cracked, but I forced myself to look away, locking back on Carl’s face.I raised the gun higher, aimed straight for his head, and drew in a deep breath.Why had I even joined the force in the first place? To catch scum like him. To clean the streets. To bring peace. And sure, the pay helped. I wanted to take care of my little sister. But she was gone now, and Ashley was the only one I had left. Even if what we had was messy, even if it was just physical, I couldn’t explain why I had fallen for her. Maybe because

Ashley’s POVMy heart was beating too damn fast, like it was trying to jump out of my chest. I didn’t get it. I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t nervous. So why the hell was I feeling like this, just because Xander’s fingers brushed the plaster on my back?I caught his reflection in the bathroom mirror, those stupidly beautiful blue eyes locked on me while his hand lingered over the wound. “Does it hurt?” he asked softly.And damn me, I almost melted.I clenched my jaw, trying to hold myself together. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. He was my sex slave. My toy. Not my boyfriend. Not the man I should be wanting with every fiber of me.“You shouldn’t bathe with it yet,” he murmured, his fingers so careful it pissed me off. “If you want… I could bathe you.”Inside my head, I screamed no. no, he couldn’t. No, I wouldn’t survive it. I wouldn’t be able to control myself if he touched me like that.But my lips didn’t move. My mouth betrayed me.“I will take that as a yes,” he muttered.And I let

Author's POVTrigger Warning: Self-harm, mature themes.The water pounded down on Melody’s pale skin, a cold, persistent drumbeat that drowned out her sobs. Her body was curled under the showerhead, knees to her chest, hair plastered against her wet cheeks. Her right hand clutched a small pen knife, her fingers twitching with desire to explore her own body.She didn’t even know how she had gotten here. After Ashley had used her, after her boyfriend betrayed her, after her only brother turned his back on her, everything in her life had rotted. And now this constant burn in her veins, this twisted urge inside her body to have sex that she didn’t understand. She wanted Mason to want her. She wanted him to fuck her. But he wouldn’t touch her. Said he didn’t like “Easy girls.”And then, when they had threatened to kill her, he hadn’t even hesitated. Didn’t give a damn. Whatever feelings she had been holding onto for him had shattered in that moment, leaving only the desire to escape this g