All Chapters of A Submissive For The Beastly Mafia: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 91 RUSSEL A WEEK LATER ༒༺❦༻༒ I sat in front of Ignacio Salvatore, flanked by his men and mine. To his left was Matteo Gianni and to his right his daughter, Stacy Salvatore, my unlucky fiancée. Nikolai strolled into the crowded room, taking a seat on the armchair next to his father, which left him sitting directly across from me, close enough that I could read every flicker of tension in his jaw. For Ignacio's benefit, Nikolai would maintain a moody facade while I kept my expression stoic, only nodding when Ignacio made sly remarks or gestures for my benefit. Kegan sat silently beside me, his eyes scanning the room as he took occasional sips from the glass of Martini in his hand, clearly enjoying the show far more than he had any right to. I tried my best to keep my face straight each time I stared at Stacy, but each time, I couldn't help the deep sense of aversion within myself that ghosted underneath my skin like a persistent bug, a reaction I couldn't afford to let sh

Chapter 93 RUSSEL ༒༺❦༻༒ I entered my room, still reeling from the unsettling encounter with Stacy. As I closed the door behind me, I was taken aback when I found Kegan comfortably lounging in the armchair, a cigar in hand and a smirk playing on his lips. The grin on his face faltered when he saw the scowl on my own face, but then he scoffed. "For someone who is rumored to be the devil, you sure look like you've seen a ghost," he remarked, amusement dancing in his tone. "Or perhaps another lesser demon?" I brushed him aside and went straight for the small wine cellar in the room. I came back with a bottle of scotch which I chugged down straight from the bottle. Kegan watched me with curious eyes as I let the liquor burn against my throat, the familiar taste a bit soothing on my raging nerves. When I had nearly chugged down the entire thing, I set the bottle aside and sank into the nearest armchair. But even that wasn't enough, so I lit a cigarette and stood by the window, from whe

Chapter 95 ALLESIA ༒༺❦༻༒ One of the best things about moving to New York, as I was getting to know, was Mrs. Willowby's obsession with making sure I don't end up alone as an old, frustrated cat lady. It was actually something to look forward to, considering I was beginning to warm up to her. She was always there when I left for work and I looked forward to the short chitchats with her when I returned. Today, I was preparing for Nolan's party, so I had just come home from picking clothes when I ran into her. She stood back and let her eyes scan my body with surprise etched between her brows. "I've known you for two weeks and this is the most sophisticated I've seen you!" she squeaked with delight. "Looks like you finally took my advice." I shook my head mechanically. "Nope, I didn't. I'm merely preparing for a party." "And you're certainly dressed for the part!" she teased, eyeing the cargo pants I had carefully selected, which were tucked into a rather fitting corset top. "Got

Chapter 97 ALLESIA ༒༺❦༻༒ I woke up in a daze, my head pounding and my limbs heavy. My gaze blurred once again, but I blinked several times, desperately trying to stay awake but it felt like my eyelids were being clipped shut with pegs. Ignoring the heavy throb at the back of my head, I slowly propped myself into a sitting position with a pillow. I sat for a while before my senses slowly returned to me. I realized I was lying in a room that was both beautiful and intimidating. The walls of the dimly lit room were painted in shades of pure white and gold, with intricate designs adorning them. The elegant yet masculine furniture was a glaring confirmation that my captor was male. The thick black and gold curtains were drawn tightly shut, obstructing any intrusion of sunlight from the tall windows as they battled for dominance, but only a warm glow from the reflection of the sunlight on the curtain penetrated the room, casting it over everything inside. My heart raced as I looked ar

Chapter 99 ALLESIA ༒༺❦༻༒ Two days had passed since Nikolai delivered the chilling news about Russel's fiancée and her family's intentions. Yet, I found myself still paralyzed by indecision, unable to muster the courage to reach out to Russel like Nikolai suggested. I couldn't even return home for fear of being suffocated in my sleep or something even more gory. As I opened the file Nikolai had handed me, the first file contained an address, with the name indicating that it was one of Russel's estates in New York. Then there was also his private number, which was different from the one I had previously, and there were specific instructions for me to never call more than twice at a time. Like I was even planning to call, I thought with a scoff. Flipping through the pages cautiously, I paused to stare at the picture of a beautiful young woman, most likely in her late twenties. Inside the file were other documents and detailed information about the Salvatores, whose nuclear family s