Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sold to Mr. Mafia: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Damon’s pov“So ridiculous.”“Sir Damon, these are already enacted in your father’s will, and nothing can change that. Only acting accordingly would save us all a great deal of stress,” the head of the board of directors said, his confident gaze betraying a refusal to take ‘no’ for an answer.“It’s funny how you speak so much, yet can’t compare to a normal business suggestion,” I said with a smirk.“Da…mo…” The head of the board stood abruptly. “Sir Damon!” he bellowed, slamming his palm against the table.“Hey, hey, calm down, old man,” I teased, deliberately trying to provoke him.He slowly sat down, adjusting his tie with an embarrassed look on his face. I chuckled. He’d let his emotions take control.He was the head of directors, yet his desperation was almost pathetic. If this was the state of the man at the top, what could be said of those under him?I chuckled again. Clearly, I’d exposed the limits of his narrow reasoning.“S…Sir Damon,” another voice croaked from the end of th

Iris’s pov I withdrew my hands from Damon. His expression shifted suddenly, his tone turned so cold that the story I’d been preparing as a cover slipped entirely from my mind. His gaze was sharp, unforgiving. It didn’t seem like he’d accept any made-up excuse. “Iris,” he called my name again, his voice snapping me back to reality. The anger in his expression frightened me more than anything. “I had them while I was making dinner,” I said, trying to sound confident as I gestured to the small scratch on my arm. “It’s just a little cut. Nothing serious.” I risked a glance at his face. To my surprise, he showed no expression at all. That might’ve been a good thing... maybe. Still, my eyes drifted to the wound on his side. The gash near his stomach looked more serious than mine. “I’ll get the kit. You’re injured too,” I offered, attempting to get off his lap. But Damon’s arms tightened around my waist, pulling me back

Damon’s povLeaning back in the chair, I exhaled deeply.Three months. Three long months of dealing with Zach, and still….no damn success.“Fuck!” I yelled, slamming the laptop shut and shoving it across the desk with force.My fist collided with the wall, pain flaring instantly as blood dripped down my knuckles. I lit a cigarette, letting the smoke coil lazily around me.I couldn't believe it. I was already losing to that maniac. Not just losing—I had already lost more than enough.Or maybe I’d been letting my emotions cloud my judgment, recently this wasn't me I seem to have been slacking off on my prey.It was time to be ruthless. Calculated.I kicked the chair aside and stumbled out of the room, only to bump into David.“Apologies, boss,” he said immediately, standing upright and bowing so low I almost rolled my eyes.“What brings you here?” I asked, voice low and sharp.“Miss just woke up, sir. She’s had breakfast.”I sighed inwardly. I missed my little girl so damn much I’d orde

Iris’s povCut in the middle, I sat obediently, watching everything as it unfolded.I wanted to leave, to sell quickly and get out, but Andrew kept making matters worse.Meanwhile, Scott was being overly attentive to Damon, offering him high-level service like he was royalty."Iris, if you don't mind, can we continue our conversation?" Andrew asked, clearly trying to pull my attention back.I glanced at Damon, and of course, he didn’t bother hiding his reaction. His brows furrowed deeply into a frown.But this was Damon—he had beaten Andrew before. So what was holding him back now? Was it because of Scott? No way. Damon was a monster in his own right.I nodded in response to Andrew, wishing I could just dig a hole and bury myself beneath it.I had actually liked...“Oh fUCK— my gosh!” Scott suddenly exclaimed.I turned to her, just in time to see she’d spilled a bowl of soup all over Damon’s pants.I instinctively stood up, grabbing a small towel from the side. I dabbed at his pants q

Damon's povI held onto the petite body that had clearly gone too far with just five shots. She was tipsy—drunk, even—and trying hard to mask it. This little girl had done her best to keep her secret from her friends, especially since she was mine. My pet. My desired pet.She had pushed herself, going as far as taking five shots just to keep her truth buried. Now she looked all tangled up, dizzy and flushed."Nope. She’s my woman," I said bluntly.As for Zach—just being here made my skin crawl. His presence was the worst. I had half a mind to shove him into the wall, but I didn’t want to ruin the girls' party."What?!" the girl called Scott exclaimed. She had been leaning unsteadily against my side, reeking of cheap perfume that invaded my nostrils and turned my stomach.There was disappointment etched across her face, but I couldn’t be bothered. Desperate women were the kind I despised most, and Scott fit the description perfectly. Every gesture, every touch, irritated me.Turning to