บททั้งหมดของ Owned by the Mafia King: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

ELLA I didn't answer. I couldn't. My breath caught when he brushed over my clit, applying just enough pressure to make my knees tremble. A moan slipped from my lips, uninvited and uncontrollable. "Dripping," he said, dragging his finger back out with a wet sound, then slipping it back in, deeper this time. "You like it when I hurt you, don't you?" I gasped, but he didn't wait for a reply. He already knew. His fingers thrust into me once, twice, then curled inside, finding that spot that made my body jerk forward. "Fuck," he groaned, more to himself than to me. "I could make you come just like this... but that's not what I want tonight." He withdrew his hand, and the sudden emptiness made me whimper. "On your knees," he ordered, his voice commanding but cold. "Now." I obeyed, sinking to the floor, my legs trembling as I settled between his spread thighs. He stood tall above me, his cock thick, and heavy in his hand as he stroked it, watching me with hooded eyes. "You ever

ADRIANThe audacity of Marco to try me was nothing compared to the nerve that detective had. I hated being caught off guard, but I had mastered the art of keeping my face void of emotion. Luca exchanged a look with me, one that told me he understood just how serious things were getting.The entire New York police force was under my control, along with several key politicians. My wealth funded their projects, paid for their silence, bought their loyalty. But this new detective? He wasn’t tamed. He didn’t play by the rules, and that made him dangerous. He couldn’t touch me directly, not yet, but he could stir trouble. Especially if word got out that my father had once been a snitch.I, too, wasn't sure how true this was, and it was starting to annoy me. I hated having missing information. It had only been two days but I felt like my informat was doing a shitty job. I already knew he’d come after Ella. She was the weakest link in my chain right now. But surprisingly, that wasn’t even m

ELLAHaving successfully pulled my stunt to feel better, it didn’t work.I still felt like shit, and my ass still burned from those spanks Adrian had given me. That man was a psychopath, and I hated him. When the detective met me, I would definitely team up with him. I wanted my life back, and I would do whatever it took to keep my family safe.Picking up my phone, I called Toddy, who picked up on the third ring.“Hey T, it’s me, Ella,” I whispered into the phone.“Ella? Oh baby! How are you? Are you safe?” he asked, sounding panicked, and I nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see me.“Yes, I am. I’ll be home soon, so wait for me and stay safe, okay? I’ve got to go now.”“Ella! Waai-” Before he could finish, I hung up.Guilt ate me up. I had cheated on my boyfriend! I was such a terrible person. Telling him to wait wasn't right. I should have broken up with him and set him free. One thing I had noticed was that Adrian had given me a restricted number I could call, but no one could call me

ADRIAN The discoveries I made about my family were nothing short of catastrophic. Learning that the man I had called father all my life was, in fact, a lie, and that my mother, my mother, had been the architect of it all, was enough to crack the cold shell I'd built around myself.I had always known she loved money more than she ever loved me. But this? This was a betrayal that couldn't go unanswered.I went there to end her.I held the gun steady, aimed it at her trembling form, and pulled the trigger, deliberately missing. Letting her live was the punishment. I didn't need to kill her. The waiting, the uncertainty, the fear of not knowing when or how I would return for her, that was the real sentence. Driving her to the edge would be far more satisfying than putting a bullet between her eyes.Later. I would deal with her later.When I returned home, it was to the sight of Ella wasted, curled up like a child, softly snoring on the bar sofa. The innocence in her expression only made

ELLAAs the morning light crept through the curtains, I stirred from my uneasy slumber, plagued by the guilt and fear of what I had done the previous night. I had betrayed the devil himself, and now, I could feel the walls closing in around me. Still, I pushed the thoughts aside for now, there was no turning back.I got out of bed and followed my usual routine, showering and dressing in the clothes provided by my so-called Master. Downstairs, Nonna was already busy in the kitchen, the clattering of pots and pans serving as a familiar backdrop to this surreal life. I joined her for breakfast, trying to act as normal as possible, although the weight of my actions pressed heavily on my chest.“Good morning, Nonna,” I said with a smile, and she returned it warmly.“Sleep well in the Boss’s bedroom, yes?” she asked, her eyes full of warmth.I simply offered her another soft smile instead of answering. I didn’t want her to get in trouble, especially when I wouldn’t be around much longer. Sh