All Chapters of SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Xander’s POV My hand was shaking. I tried to hide it, stuffing it deep into my pocket like it was guilty of something. I didn’t want Parker to see it. Didn’t want him to know how badly I wanted this. This happiness wasn’t about sex or Ashley or revenge. it was the kind of happiness that only comes when a man gets a piece of his soul back. I had given up on being a cop.Given up on the badge, the cases, the adrenaline. But if what Parker said was real… if I could get my job back, get my life back, sue that bastard landlord, reclaim my apartment, kick out that crazy couple, then hell, sign me up.But I couldn’t let him see that.I stood up, snatched the cigarette from his wrist. “You are killing your lungs,” I muttered, snuffing it out in the ashtray beside him.He blinked, surprised, but didn’t argue.“As for your offer,” I said, my voice steady, “I will think about it and get back to you.”I shoved both hands into my pockets, turned toward the door, and walked away, smiling wide beca

Author’s POVThe infirmary was silent, sterile, and cold. Melody lay on the examination bed, legs parted under the thin gown, her fingers trembling as they clutched Mason’s hand. He stood beside her, jaw tight, eyes locked on the doctor, not out of distrust, but out of guilt. He hadn’t meant to see her bathing. But he had. And the blood trailing down her feet had haunted him since.He had begged her to get checked. Pleaded. They had argued, voices overlapping, emotions spilling. But in the end, she had agreed. Not because she trusted the doctor, but because she didn’t want to face it alone.The female doctor stood at the foot of the bed, gloves on, her face unreadable. She lifted the gown’s hem, her fingertips pressed into the soft curve beneath Melody’s bellybutton, feeling gently.Melody’s hips jerked when the touch slid lower, tracing the swell of her pubic mound. The doctor’s thumb parted her slick folds, revealing delicate pink flesh shining under the antiseptic light.“It hurts,

Xander’s POV Lacey tugged me through the dim hallway, her grip firm, her voice teasing. “Slow down, Workaholic. Stop being so defensive. This has nothing to do with work. Just come with me. You will see.”I didn’t say a word. Just yanked my hand free and followed her up the stairs. The walls were painted white, clean, modern, expensive. Everything about Alex’s place screamed rich. Bigger than Lacey’s. Sleeker. Sharper. I couldn’t help but wonder why he was working as a cop. He clearly didn’t need the not-so-big paycheck we all got for risking our lives.Lacey pushed open the rooftop door and stepped out. I followed, unsure where she was dragging me but trusting her anyway.The cool night air slapped my skin, sobering me a little. I expected an empty rooftop. Quiet. Maybe a view of the city lights.But it was packed.People danced under string lights and moonlight. Drinks flowed. Laughter echoed. A DJ bobbed his head to the beat, fingers flying over his mixer.I spotted Alex near the

Ashley’s POV I didn’t wait.I yanked my hand free from Jake’s grip, shoving him hard enough to make him stagger backward. His face twisted in confusion, brows furrowed like he had just seen a ghost. “I thought you guys said he left?” he muttered. “What’s he doing back here?”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.My heart was pounding so loud it drowned out everything else. I rushed to the door, fingers fumbling over the knob, adrenaline rushing through me. I had told myself he would come back. I had whispered it like a prayer. But deep down, I hadn’t believed it. Not really.And now he was here.I could hear his voice. Feel it in my bones.But the damn door wouldn’t open.I twisted the knob again. Nothing. It was locked.“It’s locked!” I shouted, spinning around to glare at Dave and Jake. “Who locked the door? Why are you just standing there? Open it, it’s Chris!”Dave was lounging like this was a damn comedy show, the keycard tucked between his lips. He pulled it out slowly. “You have got th

Xander’s POVMy eyes snapped open.Warm sunlight spilled across my face, soft and golden, like it was trying to apologize for the night before. I sat up slowly, groaning as a dull ache throbbed behind my eyes. My head felt like someone had stuffed it with broken glass and shame.I looked around.Unfamiliar room. Bright. Clean. Expensive.I had no idea where I was.I clutched my head, trying to breathe through the headache. Then it all came rushing back, last night’s party, the root beer, the bathroom, the men in black. The abduction.I touched my face. Still intact. Still breathing.Which meant… they didn’t want me dead.The room’s décor tugged at something in my memory. The velvet curtains. The marble floor. The ridiculous chandelier hanging like a crown.And then it hit me.Ashley’s mansion.Which meant Mason had me, I was in her fucking mansion. Before I could process that, a knock came at the door.“Xander, are you in there?” Melody’s voice came from the other end, soft and famili