บททั้งหมดของ Sold To The Mafia Boss: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

ELEANORSeveral days had passed since Don Salvatore’s call, but I hadn’t known peace since. My mind was stuck in a constant cycle of worry and my heart heavy with fear. I couldn’t eat because the mere thought of food made my stomach churn and my body began growing weaker—my skin pale and dry. It wasn’t hard to tell that something was wrong with me, but there was no one to confide in—not here.And Armando? Despite the way I looked or sounded, he hadn’t eased up on my duties. I should’ve been a bit relieved that someone was hired to share the workload, but instead, I felt uneasy around her. She seemed off, like she didn’t belong. There was something about the way she carried herself—always watching, always calculating—that put me on edge. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was trouble.Mabel’s presence didn’t lighten my load. Her role was clear—cook whatever Armando wanted whenever he wanted it. Meanwhile, I was still left with everything else—the cleaning, the mopping, the

ARMANDO The room was quiet, save for the low hum of the TV. My study was always like this—dim lighting, the faint smell of leather, and silence that made it easier to think. I leaned back in my chair, my eyes fixed on the screen. The news anchor’s voice droned on about the recent police crackdowns. Another raid. Another group of men in cuffs.It wasn’t surprising. The authorities had been tightening their grip for months, thinking they could dismantle everything piece by piece. It wouldn’t work. I had been in this game too long to let it. Still, I watched, paying close attention to the details. You never knew when a name, a face, or a location might give you something to act on.My fingers tapped lightly on the armrest. A bad habit, but one I didn’t bother correcting. It helped me focus. The footage shifted to a warehouse raid—men dragged out with their hands behind their backs, flashing lights bouncing off the walls. Sloppy. Someone had slipped up, and now they were paying for it.T

ELEANORThe slam of the door still rang in my ears, loud and final, like Armando had shut away any hope I had left. I sat on the cold concrete floor, the chill seeping through my thin clothes and into my skin, making me shiver right away. The room was small and bare, with just one bulb hanging from the ceiling, its dim light throwing harsh shadows on the plain walls. Somewhere nearby, a pipe dripped water slowly, each drop adding to the heavy feeling in the air, like the place was alive with my own dread.My body hurt from how he had handled me. Bruises were already forming on my arm where his fingers had dug in, and my back throbbed from the several times I hit the floor while he dragged me here.I jumped to my feet and rushed to the door, banging on it with both my wrinkled fists. “Let me out! Please, Armando, let me out!” I yelled, my voice breaking as my hands with the pain from hitting the door.“Someone, help!” I cried, but no one came. The only answer was silence, a thick, moc

ELEANORThe cold had worked its way so deep into my bones that I barely felt the blanket anymore, and my wrists still hurt from the cuffs at the cemetery. I could still smell the wet earth on my skin.Armando’s voice kept playing in my head. I pressed my forehead against my knees and cried again, quiet this time, because I was too tired for anything louder.I didn’t know how long I sat like that before the footsteps came.The sudden light from the hallway made me squint and then the same guards that had dragged me out the first time came back again. I didn’t even try to stand on my own. They just grabbed my arms and pulled me up.“Where are you taking me this time?” My voice came out rough, like I hadn’t used it in days.They both didn’t answer, not like I even expected any answers from them in the first place.The air grew warmer as we climbed and soon enough, I perceived cigar smoke. My stomach twisted. I suddenly knew where we were going before we even reached the study door.They

ARMANDO~•~The whiskey on my desk was still full and I'd been sitting in the same chair for two hours doing nothing useful.Matteo's chair was across the room. I hadn't moved it. I kept telling myself I would, that there was no point leaving it right there where I'd have to keep looking at it, but I hadn't moved it and I wasn't going to. The left armrest was worn down more than the right one, rubbed almost smooth. He always rested his elbow there when he was thinking something through.I'd never noticed that before yesterday.I looked away and thought about what I actually needed to do, because sitting here staring at a chair wasn't going to fix anything.I needed outside help. I didn't like that, but it was just the truth. My inner circle was reduced, my streets were locked down, and Salvatore was still out there moving like a man who thought he'd already won. I needed men, and I needed someone sharp enough to coordinate from inside the mansion while I put together the response.I w