All Chapters of SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Ashley’s POV I was sitting in one of the plush leather chairs, legs draped over a smaller ottoman in front of me, the hum of the jet’s engines a soft lull in the background. My father’s private jet was the definition of luxury, polished mahogany panels, buttery leather seats, and an air conditioner that kissed your skin like a lover’s breath. Even the presidential suite we had been holed up in didn’t come close to this kind of comfort.I reached down to the little crystal bowl beside me, fingers curling around a cherry by its stem. I popped it into my mouth, and the sweetness exploded on my tongue. Cold. Juicy. Perfect. I moaned softly, eyes fluttering shut as the flavor hit. It was a mouth orgasm, no lie. I reached for another, already addicted.Then the pilot’s voice crackled through the speakers. “Everyone, please fasten your seatbelts. We will be departing the city of Miami in fifteen minutes.”My eyes snapped open. My feet dropped from the stool with a thud. I turned sharply to

Xander’s POV I didn’t even have to think twice.“I’m not on any side,” I announced. “I don’t want anything to do with this sick game you are playing with Ashley. And you better keep my sister out of it too. I will work. I will pay Ashley back every cent she’s owed.”Mason laughed. A slow, mocking sound that got on my nerves.“You don’t even know how much she stole, do you?” he questioned.I clenched my teeth.He smirked. “I like your sister, I do. Can’t help but admit she’s a badass. Stole about a hundred grand from Ashley. Then ran off with her broke-ass boyfriend to some island paradise. Blew through the cash like it was Monopoly money. And when it dried up? That boyfriend of hers started pimping her out. Sold her to strangers for a few hundred bucks a night.”“Enough,” I snapped, my voice sharp. “I don’t need the details.”I swallowed hard, bile rising in my throat. “That’s a lot of money, yeah. But I will find a way around it. I will talk to Ashley. I will pay it back for years i

Ashley’s POV I wrapped my arms around myself, the cold night air cutting through my clothes like it had a personal vendetta. Miami was never this cold, at least not to me, but tonight, everything felt different. The streets were empty, the silence too loud, and every step I took toward the mansion felt heavier than the last.What the hell was I thinking?Charging back to my mansion like some vigilante queen on a rescue mission. I didn’t even have a weapon. No plan. Just raw emotion and the uncontrollable urge to save my Xander.Jake followed behind me, keeping the five-foot distance I had demanded. I didn’t want him near me. Not after what he did. I could still taste the beer on his tongue, and the memory made my stomach churn. I spat on the sidewalk, trying to get the taste and the moment out of my mouth.Ahead, the olive trees came into view, their dark silhouettes swaying gently in the breeze. We were close. Too close.The streetlights shimmered against the asphalt, brightening an

Ashley’s POV I bit my lower lip, trying to swallow the pride that had always been my armor. My hands trembled at my sides, aching to reach for him, to touch him, to remind him that I was still here. But I didn’t. I kept them to myself.“Is this the way to thank the person who went out of her way to save you from Mason?” I asked, my voice loud and outrageous. “Do you even know what I had to do to get you out of there? I canceled a flight. I released two of my most trusted men to go after you. And this is how you thank me?”I loved him. God, I loved him. And it was obvious now, he knew. He was acting like the prize. Like I was the one chasing.“Maybe he is,” my inner voice whispered.I cursed under my breath. Even my own mind was siding with him now.Xander didn’t look at me. He turned to Chris instead and said, “Tell her I said thank you for nothing. I didn’t need you guys or her to come save me. I had everything under control. You have only made things worse.”Chris looked at me, mou

Ashley’s POVI stared out at the bright blue sky outside the plane window, the clouds drifting past. The plane had taken off late last night, and after forcing myself to sleep, knowing Xander was still giving me the cold shoulder, I woke up to another day of silence. Another day of pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside.I sighed and turned away from the window.Dave was beside me, tapping away on a tablet I had no idea where he got. Probably stolen. Or borrowed. Or hacked. With Dave, it was always a mystery.But my eyes didn’t linger on him. They drifted across the aisle, landing on Xander.He was sitting with Chris, talking about football. Of all things. I didn’t even know he played. But there he was, casually telling Chris that he used to be the star player in high school. That he loved the game. That he once dreamed of going pro.Until he lost his parents.Until the threat of foster care appeared over him like a hurricane cloud.He said he had heard how messed up kids turned out