SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

As soon as Ashley finished wearing a stylish blue gown that reached her thigh, revealing the beautiful skin of her thigh, a knock came on her door. "Who is that? I am coming." She said, looking at her face in her crystal mirror, she was wearing a bad girl style of makeup that screamed evil; everything about the makeup was deadly and black, from the red lipstick that looked like blood to the scary black outliner that almost reached her ears. She smacked her lips together and headed for the door the moment she opened the door. Dave rushed in panting, flaunting her car keys in her face. "I-I found your car." He said slowly catching his breath. She took the key from him. "Where did you find it?" She asked, staring at the key. "I found a guy trying to ditch your car in the middle of the road; I took the car from him and got him arrested; he is in police custody." He replied. "Where did he get my car?" She questioned. "I had the cops torture him for an hour or two, he says, it was given

"Hrmph…" he gasped for air and managed to pry her hand away from his tie, clutching his hurting neck in pain as he looked up at her. "What the fuck are you saying?" He asked. "What I am saying is that you belong to me now, and everything I ask you to do, you will have to do it without complaining." She said while extending her hand to Dave, who handed her a file. "Firstly, you will have to quit your job; you will only work for me, and I will decide the amount I am going to pay you for your service at the end of every month…or I might not even pay you…" she said, maintaining eye contact with him. "What sort of nonsense are you going on about?" He asked bluntly, letting go of his neck. "I'm not joking, boy. I legally own you now, and believe it or not, I have proof." She said and placed the file on top of his clothes on the ironing desk. She flipped the file open and went to the place where she wrote about owning any of Melody’s siblings if she breached the contract. "Here! This clause

"How does he know that?" Ashley questioned. "I may have told him some of the symptoms your father is experiencing to help him figure out what’s wrong with him. He says, your father has a limited time to live until he dies." Chris said. His words sent shivers down Ashley's spine, and she nearly fell. Jake rushed over and held her in his arms before she could fall. "What’s wrong, Queen? Is everything okay?" he asked, looking at her face. "Everything is fine; your time is up." The female cop replied, glancing at them with a fake smile on her face. Ashley caught her breath and freed herself from Jake’s grip, walking away from the cell with the cop. "I hope she finds a way to save her father," Chris murmured to himself. "What do we do now that we have been kicked out of the station?" Jake asked Ashley as they were both standing in the parking lot, Ashley was lost in thoughts and also pacing. "What do you want me to do, Jake?!? Do you have a better idea!!" She snapped at him she had lost

*****Ashley***** I strolled into one of the famous strip clubs owned by my father with Jake. I was told Noah was there, doing shady businesses and getting down with some naughty chicks. My phone beeped in my bag. I pulled out the phone from my bag and signalled Jake to go look for Noah while I read the text I had gotten from Dave. It read: The job is done. I smiled at the text and shoved my phone back into my bag. I had released a huge sum of money to bribe some corrupt government officials so they would get Xander fired, so he would have no option but to come to me. The time I gave him was up, it was one hour until midnight. I would be waiting for his call. I smirked to myself as I heard Jake calling me. "My queen, I found him!" He yelled. I looked around and found him standing behind Noah, who was pouring alcohol on the butt of a stripper that was shaking her big ass as if her life depended on it. The splash of the alcohol was touching Noah’s clothes, but he didn’t care; he just ke

I walked over to the crime tape and he started escorting me into the crime scene. All eyes were on us as we were walking in the middle of the road. My damaged car, where the doctor was murdered, was still there with its door wide open and dried blood all over the floor close to it. I slowly went to the car and snooped inside; the seat of the car had a hole made by a bullet, as did the front glass. "Be careful not to touch anything, the doctors said, the doctor died due to the bullet." The cop said I exhaled and placed my hands on my hips, glancing at the road. There were a few surrounding cars, including one that was parked on the other side of the road, facing my car. "Were there any eyewitnesses?" I inquired. "No, Ms Gates," he responded flatly. "That's impossible; my bodyguard told me the road was busy when he was driving the car, which meant there were a lot of people around when it happened," I said. "Yeah, there are, but... the people are refusing to speak, they are acting lik