Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Submissive For The Beastly Mafia: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Chapter 72 ALLESIA ༒༺❦༻༒ My entire body felt like a large herd of cattle had trampled on me every day for the last two weeks. It's been nearly twenty minutes since Russel finally decided to let me rest after the fourth round. I never thought I would experience a single orgasm in my life, not to talk of six in a night, but here I was. I already tried to get up twice before, even though I did it stealthily, but both times I found out my legs were too limp for their own good. So I just lay still beside him, my body utterly spent, like every ounce of energy had been drawn out of me. While I was drained, physically and emotionally, Russel did not share the same enthusiasm. In fact, he was lying on his side right now, typing away on his phone without even sparing me a glance. Somehow, I felt like I was invisible. Maybe he simply forgot I was there or something, or maybe I just wanted some acknowledgment from him. I stole a glance at him, hoping he would look at me, but he didn't spare

Chapter 74 ALLESIA ༒༺❦༻༒ I stirred on the bed, partially feeling a mixture of exhaustion and laziness. I reached for the soft pillow to cuddle since it helped me sleep better that way. But then I recalled that I had someone to make me feel even better, and so I reached for Russel's side of the bed. Sometime last night I remembered wrapping my hands around him and falling into a deep slumber while he was still working. His strong, powerful arms were a perfect shield and headrest, providing me with all the warmth and comfort I needed to have the best night. Who knew that sleeping in a man's arms could be that sweet? I was really hoping for that kind of luxury this morning, but I was disappointed to find that I was alone on the bed, his side totally empty. I blinked several times and finally forced my eyes open fully. That was when I realized that this was not the cool, red and black interior of Russel's playroom. Instead, it was my boring bedroom. How did I end up here? The last th

Chapter 76 RUSSEL ༒༺❦༻༒ "Really, Capo?" Kegan scolded as soon as Nikolai left. "You legit just blew up our only chance at getting a grip on Ignacio's greedy neck. What if Nikolai comes back here with Ignacio and Uncle Matteo's men breathing fire and brimstone?" I scoffed. "Fuck Nikolai and your pot-bellied uncle, and most especially, fuck Ignacio for all the shitty things he has done." Kegan shook his head. "You know our problem isn't exactly going to fuck itself too?" "Then you can grab a condom and fuck it," I replied blankly. "I'm sure you could use the extra fun." Kegan glanced between me and Dylan before he stormed out of the room after glaring at me for so long. Dylan grabbed a bottle of vodka and turned to leave too, but he stopped by the door. "Let's just hope that the stubborn Nik comes back," he said. "If he doesn't, we'll have to assemble everyone and prepare for a forceful overtake. Keep me posted on the Chicago stash." He said it on his way out. As calmly as I cou

Chapter 78 ALLESIA A WEEK LATER ༒༺❦༻༒ I was gently awoken by a soft stroke of my hair. I stirred a few times before finally opening my eyes, but the heated rays of the sun filtering through the window forced me to shut my eyes again. That soft, almost imperceptible stroke, this time on my cheek made me smile before I squinted until my eyes adjusted to the blinding light. "Morning, Sunshine," Russel's calm voice greeted. I sat up, surprised. "You're here?" "Yep. I take it you slept well?" "So you didn't return to your room?" "I only brought you in here thirty minutes ago. I felt guilty because I knew you would wake up any moment from now, so I stayed." I sighed and brushed my hair back. "You're really making me get used to sleeping in that red room while you work and now I can't even sleep in my own room." Russel chuckled and drew me closer so that I had no choice but to wrap my hands around his neck while he held my waist tightly. "I like to think you sleep better when I'm

Chapter 80 RUSSEL ༒༺❦༻༒ Dario knelt on the concrete with his hands zip-tied behind his back, and for a kid who'd spent the last hour watching two grown men bleed out in front of him, he wasn't shaking nearly as much as he should have been. Most men his age, most men twice his age, would have already broken in some small, visible way by now. That, more than anything, was what made me sure. The warehouse smelled like it always did on nights like this: gasoline, rust, and the unique metallic sweetness that comes off a body once it's been open long enough. Dylan had strung up the lights himself, three bare bulbs on an extension cord looping from a support beam, because he liked his executions well lit. Said a man deserved to see exactly whose hands were doing the work. Nobody in the family had ever bothered arguing with him about it, mostly because nobody could ever quite tell if he was joking. "You understand what tonight is," I said calmly. It wasn't a question. There was no gentle