All Chapters of SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Ashley’s POVJake leaned down and picked up the shotgun, its metal snapping as he cracked it open to check the shells. The leader trembled on the floor, one hand clutching his broken arm, blood mixing with his sweat.“Please,” he whimpered, his voice ragged. “I was just hired, alright? I’m new to this. I don’t even know these guys that well. Someone paid me to do it—to rob this place. Said it’d be easy money.”I narrowed my eyes, kneeling just enough to hear him over the mess.“Keep talking,” I hissed.He swallowed, hard. “They said the owner was in hiding. Said the staff were weak, that no one would fight back. I was just…trying to survive. It’s not even my operation, I swear.”He didn’t even have to say the name. I already knew.Mason.My stomach clenched. So that was what he was doing these days, sending people to rob my hotels. Using fear as income. His way of surviving off the ashes of what he destroyed.I clenched my fists so tight my nails dug into my palms. Noah and his father

Ashley’s POVXander’s mouth brushed against my neck, rough and desperate, his words spilling hot against my skin, “Ashley… let me inside you. I need this. I need you.”My nails dragged down his chest, and for a heartbeat he thought I would pull him closer. Instead, I shoved him back lightly, the fire in my eyes sharper than any touch. “You don’t get to need me,” I said coldly.If there was one thing I despised, it was a man thinking he had the right to control me just because I let him touch me. “You don’t get to ask. The only person who decides when I’m touched is me.”Desperation broke across his face, and the sight thrilled me. “Ash, don’t do this. I…I love you. I’m begging you… Don’t do this to me.”My lips curled. God, I loved it when he begged.“Ashley, please—” he pleaded. “I know you want this as much as I do.”I didn’t look back. “If you love me as you say you do, you would remember your place.”I pushed the bathroom door open and walked into my room. The air was cooler there

Xander’s POVMy throat locked, a dry knot I couldn’t swallow past. My hand trembled against the door before sliding down to my belt. Shame burned through me, but so did the hunger as I watched Ashley getting fucked through the peephole.The sight angered me. Ashley’s head was thrown back, her pale throat stretched and glistening with sweat. Her lips parted in those little gasps I used to imagine were meant for me. Chris’s hands gripped her waist, dragging her onto him, his hips pounding into her again and again. Every time she moans, her cries cut through me like knives. They were supposed to be mine.My cock throbbed against the zipper, straining until it hurt. I freed it with a shaky breath, my fist curling around the thick length I had always been proud of. Nine inches, heavy, hard, veins pulsing beneath my grip. Wasn't my cock enough for her? And from the look of it, my cock is bigger than his, and his doesn't look like it would be able to satisfy her like mine. I stroked myself a

Author’s POVMason didn’t flinch.Not when the man screamed threats behind him. Not when he swore vengeance. Not even when he spat Ashley’s name, promising to team up with her and burn everything Mason had built to the ground.“You will regret this!” the man screamed as the henchmen seized his arms, dragging him across the gravel. “I will make you regret treating me this way! You think you are untouchable? You are not, you are just an Ashley wannabe but you will never be Ashley! She is the queen of the streets for a reason!" Mason kept walking.The courtyard swallowed the noise, the lights in the mansion flicking on one after the other, someone was awake. His jaw clenched as he reached the main door, thoughts swirling. Why the hell would Brett hire someone so reckless? So loud?He pushed open the door and stepped into the living room.Melody was there.Awake.Pacing.Her blonde hair was tousled, her bare feet silent against the marble floor. A henchman stood stiffly in front of her,

Ashley’s POVI panted heavily, my legs trembling, and I let my head loll back on the pillows. My body hummed with the aftershocks of my orgasm, every inch of me still slick and throbbing. Slowly, my gaze turned to the door, smiling with a relief of fulfillment, and when I didn't see Xander there, my smile dropped.My brows knit, and something sharp twisted in my chest, something I didn’t want to name. I pushed Chris’s heavy body off me, his weight still clinging to my thighs. He murmured something, his voice rough with exhaustion, but I ignored him. Sitting up, I dragged the sheet across my chest, my breathing uneven now for reasons that had nothing to do with the orgasm he’d wrung out of me.“Xander…” I whispered, almost without realizing.The sound of his name in the air made me flinch. He left, but where? Wasn't he watching just a minute ago? I should be happy I did this to him and made him leave, but instead I felt a hollow ache spreading through me, deep, aching, and infuriating.