A Submissive For The Beastly Mafia のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Chapter 11 ALLESIA Time was running out. I walked out of the door and into the cold night. It was a Friday night and there I was, about to become a little slut for the same group that killed my dad. My first problem began with transportation. How was I going to reach Russel’s house at 11pm in the night without a car? Well, I will trek if I have to, but I was not going to be the cause of my family's misfortune when I could easily be the solution. "Ma'am, do you need a ride?" I whipped around to find a man standing behind me, his eyes bored into mine with something like a loyal smile. I eyed him cautiously, then took a long look at him, his face looked a little too familiar. And then it all started coming back to me, "You are the guy from the other day!” I screeched, terrified. “The same guy that bumped into me and injured me on the street!" His face fell, but he didn’t appear as remorseful as I expected. "I'm really sorry, Miss.” He smiled. "Anything to make it up to you."

Chapter 13 RUSSELL "And there goes all that pride." I leaned back in my leather chair, eyes fixed on the surveillance monitor with a satisfied smirk. The whiskey glass felt cool against my palm as I raised it to my lips, savoring the burn as the liquor slid down my throat. On the screen before me was Allesia Guerrero. Not the adamant woman who'd strutted out of my office weeks ago with fire in her eyes, but a diminished version of herself. She perched on the edge of the bed in the guest suite, her shoulders hunched as she turned the pages of the contract she’d just signed. Her expressions shifted with each page—confusion, shock, horror, resignation. Each reaction sent a thrill through my body that rivaled the whiskey's burn. I'd crafted those terms with exquisite attention to detail, knowing exactly how they would affect her. Footsteps in the hallway pulled at my attention, but not enough to tear my gaze from the screen. "Come in," I called, tracking the moment Allesia's

Chapter 15 RUSSEL "Well?" I said through gritted teeth as I marched into my office to find Kegan already sitting comfortably in my chair. He raised an eyebrow at the look of disappointment on my face. "Your extracurricular activities can wait. We have a very important pressing issue right now and you don't have the time to do anything else." "No. I just got back. I'm busy." "I'm not sure you want to pick a girl over something as important as this, Don Mancini." His use of my title was to let me know that he was dead serious. I tossed my suit jacket onto the couch with barely restrained frustration. "This better be important. You know damn well how important my latest catch is.” Kegan leaned forward, his expression grave. "Trust me, it is. I wouldn't waste my time with you if it wasn't." I took a minute to catch my breath, then gave Kegan a hard glare. I’d cleared my schedule for today last night. I’d spent last night thinking of it, watching her. Fantasizing. Hell, I even woke

CHAPTER 17 ALLESIA I spent another night in that room. It felt like a terrible joke, but there was sadly nothing u could do about it. All that ruckus to get me to agree to his stupid contract only to get here and he wouldn’t even see me! I’d exhausted every single option, and couldn't even attempt to make a run for it because his guards watched me like hungry vultures circling a wounded animal. When Russel didn't return last night, I had felt an unexpected pang of disappointment mixed with frustration. I'd hoped we would just get this whole thing over with yesterday so I could go home. But apparently, Mr. Mancini had other plans. Sadly, there was no part of his contract that said he couldn’t keep me as long as he wanted before our official business, so his keeping me was legally justified. I flopped dramatically onto the silk sheets of the king-sized bed for what must have been the hundredth time that day. The ceiling had sixty-four individual panels. I knew because I'd counte

CHAPTER 19 ALLESIA I jolted awake at the feeling of a hand tapping my shoulder. My eyes fluttered open to find Aldo looming over me, his expression impassive as always. "Miss Allesia," he said, his voice startling me fully awake. "Mr. Mancini has returned." I shot upright, suddenly aware that I had fallen asleep on Russel’s imported leather sofa. The television was off, though I distinctly remembered dozing to some mindless reality show. My heart hammered against my ribs as I looked down at myself. My bathrobe was half-open, and an empty bowl of melted ice cream sat on the floor beside me. Did he see me like this? "Oh my God," I whispered, mortification washing over me. "How long has he been back?" "He arrived approximately thirty minutes ago," Aldo replied, his face betraying nothing. "He instructed me to inform you that you have fifteen minutes to prepare yourself. You are to wait for him in the playroom." My throat went dry. "The playroom?" Aldo nodded once. "Fifteen min