Indebted To The Cruel Mafia Boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Chapter 121Cephus’ POVThis is true in life, business, crime business, or for women like her. No matter how good you are at the game, you can swiftly get obliterated by someone who doesn’t even play that game.I’ve had tons of people in my life, and many were women.Most of the time, most of the people fear me.It comes with the territory, the type of business I am in, and being at the top of the food chain.So, I’m getting different flavors of submission from men and women.And I’m not talking about the sexual aspect of it. I’m talking about people trying to please me and having a shtick when dealing with me so they can stay alive.I have a strategy too, and it has become my second nature.I can go from being friendly to being menacing and lethal at the drop of a hat.I can end someone in a second. And to be clear, I’m not doing it for pleasure. I’m doing it out of necessity.Some things need to be taken care of quickly because there is no room for errors in this business.The rules

Chapter 123Katie's POVWhat I’m saying here is that Tina will be safe there for a while, and you will be protected, too. In the meantime, something else might come up and whisk this prick away. I’m talking about Anthony here. If it’s a pressing matter as it seems to be, he’ll have to make a different plan,” I say, hoping that I’m right.The more I think about it, the more I wish I’d take Cephus Salla up on his offer and have Beau Anthony finished and abandoned in the desert.That would’ve solved so many of my problems.It’s possible that fact alone would’ve brought more dangerous men to my door, but that seemingly happens anyway.How can this go to hell so damn quickly? How? And it’s all because of this man.“What do you say?” I murmur, afraid I wasn’t convincing enough, and she might change her mind.Her answer comes after a few seconds.She sounds like she’s away from her phone.“I’m packing as we speak,” she says, and a warm sensation sweeps through me.“How long would it take yo

Chapter 125Katie's POVThere’s not a smidgen of light in here, and the room looks like a frozen grave.And I have nothing on me to help me with that.Wait… My phone.I slide my hand inside my pocket and pull it out. The bluish light of the screen is not a lot, but it’s still something.I shouldn’t use it now, though.I need to stay put until they leave before I look for that switch, open it up, and get out of here.What a terrible turn of events.I put my phone back into my pocket, spin around, and press my spine against the sealed entrance, listening to their voices.They’re in the other room.All men.Heavy steps, baritone tones.They don’t sound like customers or employees.Hopefully, they’ll finish their business quickly so I can get out of my spot.I swear I’ll never do this again if I get out of here unharmed.Stupid, stupid move on my part.Someone barks orders in the other room, and I straighten at once, tense.My hair stands up as what sounds like an altercation unfolds outs

Chapter 127Katie's POVThe tension is so high that it feels like a clap of thunder is about to detonate in the room.“And don’t worry,” he goes on, although no one knows what he means by that, and looking around the room, no one seems to care, let alone be worried about him. “I’ll get my money back. When I’m done convincing her it’s in her best interest to stay silent, the right client will pay me double to take ownership of her.”My stomach clenches with apprehension.No matter how much I try to keep my cool, I feel like I’m about to die. Images of me being tossed around from one crazy, disgusting man to another while living a life of abuse and servitude and condemning my little sister to a similar fate bring the bible to my mouth.I feel so sick I stagger on my feet, and all I need right now is to bend over, hold my hair back, and discard all the food I had for dinner.The fear simmering in my veins is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The thought that this man would get to touc

Chapter 129Cephus’ POVThe room is cold as I take my jacket off and put it on the back of my chair behind my desk.Quietly, I move around the room, going through the motions, thoughts spinning in my head.I’ve made a mistake.I don’t regret it. I’m just aware of it and the fact that there may be consequences.Amber-colored liquor slides into my glass at the bar before I take a swig and saunter back to my desk.I settle into my seat and move my eyes to the computer screens.Without thinking twice, I reach inside my jacket, and for the first time in a few months, I pull out a cigarette, search inside a drawer, retrieve my favorite metal lighter, and light it.I take a long drag and instantly hate it.I don’t like the smell, the taste.I thought it would give me some clarity, a boost of energy, and some relief.Instead, it fucks with my brain.That’s what happens when you take a break from something.Annoyed, I tossed the pack in the garbage, greenbacks, feet onto my desk, my gaze train