All Chapters of SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Ashley’s POVI felt someone tapping my shoulder, voice cutting through the fog in my head. “Queen, queen, wake up.”I cracked one eye open and squinted at the figure hovering over me. It was Chris. He had a frown carved deep into his face and reeked of some overpowering cologne, probably borrowed from Dave’s ridiculous stash.“Can you just let me sleep?” I groaned, my voice hoarse.My head was pounding, probably from the wine I had guzzled like it was water. I couldn’t remember everything that happened last night, but I remembered the worst part, Xander saying he wanted to break up with me.He couldn’t. He wasn’t allowed to. He was bound to me. For life.Chris’s voice cut through my spiral. “We are getting ready to go back to Miami today. Rocco’s released his henchmen to help take back your mansion. They are arranging the guns and getting ready to move as we speak.”I shot up from the bed, sitting upright and dragging a hand down my face. “Finally. Some good news.”“When are we leavin

Ashley’s POVHe pushed the head of his cock past my lips, thick and tasting faintly of salt and me. I gagged instantly, tears springing to my eyes as he slid deeper, hitting the back of my throat.My free hand flew up instinctively to push him away, but he caught my wrist effortlessly, pinning it beside my head against the bed.Helpless, I could only choke and sputter as he began a sluggish, careful rhythm, fucking my mouth with deep, measured thrusts that stretched my jaw and stole my breath.My other hand strained uselessly against the cuff, fingers clawing at air, desperate to grip his hips or push him back, anything to control the invasion. But he was in control and I hated it and liked it at the same time.He groaned, tilting his head back, watching me struggle beneath him. "That's it," he murmured, thrusting deeper. "Take it all. You wanted this. You begged for it."Tears streamed down my temples as I fought to breathe through my nose, the ache in my jaw sharpening with every pu

Xander’s POVThe pilot’s voice reverberated through the speakers, peaceful and clipped. “Everyone get ready, we are about to land in Miami in fifteen minutes.”I stroked Ashley’s sulky hair, my fingers gliding through the strands as she lay asleep on my lap. Her ass and leg stretched across the seat beside me, her body curled like a cat in deep sleep. I looked down at her, watching the way her lips parted slightly as she breathed, how peaceful she looked, how deceptively soft.The memory of our last day in Rome flashed through my mind. The sex had been wild, chaotic, and full of fire. She hadn’t let me have the last word, not even in bed. She had fought me back, matched every move, every insult, every touch. That woman was a vixen.My eyes drifted to Dave, who stood in the middle of the plane, holding an iPad in one hand and gesturing with the other. The cabin was packed now, Rocco’s men filled every seat, big Italian guys with muscles. They looked like they had been sculpted by God h

Ashley’s POVI sat at the back of the van, the cold metal of the AK pressing against my thigh, and Xander beside me, staring at his gun like it was a foreign object. Like it might bite him if he blinked too hard.“You good?” I asked, watching him from the corner of my eye. “You really think you are up for this? Because you can just stay in here like the rest of the team and eliminate anyone that comes out.”He turned to me, his jaw tight. “I can manage,” he muttered. “I just don’t want anyone hurting my sister. Not when they think she’s with that asshole. That gold-digging thief, using revenge as an excuse to be a robber.”I reached out, my fingers brushing the tense muscles of his back. Stroking gently. I hated how jealous I felt, how much he cared for Melody. Sometimes it felt like he cared more for her than he ever did for me.“Don’t worry,” I muttered, my voice softer. “Dave already put in the word with the other men. No one’s to harm the female version of you. She will be fine… a

Ashley’s POVI stood over Mason, really looking at him for the first time. He had that same smug face as Noah, the jerk I hated with every fiber of my being. And right now, all I wanted was to erase him from existence. Just like he had tried to erase me the first time we met.I squatted in front of him, grabbed his chin, forced him to look at me.“Well, well,” I said. “If it isn’t the mighty Mason. The man who had the guts to take over my mansion, rob a few of my hotels, rip me off my money and—” I winced, the rage bubbling up. “Are you sure you are doing this for revenge? Or are you just using your cousin’s name as an excuse to steal from me? You broke-ass leader. I’m not even sure you are mafia. You are just a damn armed robber playing dress-up.”Mason coughed, blood spurting from his mouth, nearly hitting my face. I jerked back, disgusted, as he rasped and leaned his head against the wall.“You can call me anything you want,” he said, voice weak but defiant. “But you are not leavin