Todos os capítulos de SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Author’s POVHer vision blurred as the orgasm crashed over her, sharp, shameful, unstoppable. Her pussy clenched around the handle, milking it as she shivered and shuddered.The goon fucking her mouth pulled out, letting her gasp for air. "Last chance, thief," he hissed, slapping his slim cock against her tear-streaked cheek. "Where’s the money, you fucking bitch?!"Melody’s voice hoarse. "I…I don’t know, I swear. And even if I do, I am not going to tell you guys shit, not after what you have done to me. Do your fucking worst, you rapists!"The man behind her snorted, yanking the mop handle out with a wet, tearing sound. "Fine. Let’s make it hurt."He forced her legs wider, his long fingers digging into her inner thighs and drawing blood as he positioned the cold, ribbed plastic against her tight, untouched asshole.Melody let out a loud scream, thrashing wildly. "PLEASE—"The plastic tip penetrated her, slow and painful, stretching her impossibly tight ring of muscle. She sobbed, her

Author’s POVThe whiskey in Mason’s system burned like molten iron. For a heartbeat it made him dizzy, the hallway tilting under his feet, then it cleared, leaving nothing but red. Rage. Pure and hot, crawling up his veins like barbed wire.Someone had touched what was his.And not just anyone. His men. The ones who were supposed to protect what was his, not defile it.He didn’t even realize he was moving until his boots thundered down the corridor. The marble stairs stretched before him and he climbed down like a storm, his jaw locked, his fists trembling.“Brett!” His voice reverberated through the mansion. “Get your motherfucking ass in here, now!”The maids froze mid-motion. None of them dared lift their eyes as Mason’s scream echoed across the high ceiling, but their hands shook as they continued wiping and dusting, like rabbits trying not to be seen by a predator.Brett came running from the west hall, head bowed, face pale. He looked like he had sprinted from hell itself. “B-Bo

Ashley’s POVThe morning light had barely brushed my face when my hand reached out across the bed and found nothing but cold sheets.“Shit,” I muttered, sitting up, the memories of last night came rushing back. I had kicked Xander out after bath. No matter how much I tried to convince myself it was the right thing, the emptiness on the other side of the bed reminded me I’d regret it. Especially this morning, when my body was begging for a good fuck to start the day.Stretching, yawning, I dragged myself out of bed and stepped into the living room.“Done,” Dave’s voice snapped, almost too joyful.I blinked at him. He was hunched on the sofa, laptop glowing in front of him, dark circles under his eyes but a proud little smirk plastered across his face.“What?” I inquired, my voice scratchy with sleep.He looked up from the screen. “I have been at it all night. Hacked into one of your offshore accounts.” His grin widened. “We have got enough for food, transport, bribes, whatever’s necess

Ashley’s POVThe numbers didn’t lie. I stared at the spreadsheet like it had personally betrayed me. The hotel’s finances were bleeding out, hemorrhaging cash like a slit throat. Robbery after robbery, each one timed too perfectly to be coincidence.The bastards knew when we had cash at hand, how? Who told them? My gut twisted, sour and sharp. The security team. Those useless, uniformed mannequins. They weren’t just incompetent. They were in on it. I could feel it in my bones.I had told the manager straight to his face: “Fire them. All of them. Get me a new team. One I can trust. Or I will burn this place down myself and start over.” He had nodded like a bobblehead, sweating through his collar. Pathetic.Now I sat in the hotel restaurant, wine glass in my right hand, the deep red liquid spinning like blood. The papers lay spread across the table, mocking me.Even the whores weren’t bringing in enough. Hourly rates, tips, room service, none of it could patch the hole. I needed new who

Ashley’s POVI scoffed at him, because really, who called me stinky when he was just asking for my OnlyFans username a minute ago? My laugh tasted like blood and bile in my mouth.He cursed and finally reached me. I tried to push up, tried to get my legs under me, but the world was a slow slide, my bones weak, the bullet wound hurting at every movement. His hand closed in my hair like a vice, fingers digging into the roots.Pain exploded along my scalp like hot wire. “I will teach you a lesson for messing with me, bitch,” he snarled, dragging me up by the hair.The jerk of it made me scream, pure, animal noise. My scalp felt like it might rip free.I looked for Xander and he wasn’t there. Not a shadow of him. Panic clawed my throat, and one of the goons must have been reading my mind because he barked, “One of the hostages is missing!”The leader turned, anger sharp, and barked orders. “Find the missing hostage and bring them back here, dead or alive!”He shoved me toward a waiting go