บททั้งหมดของ Entwined With The Mafia Boss: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Amelia’s POVI wrapped my hand around the pole, my body moving effortlessly as I swung myself up. The lights were low, the music pulsing through the room, and I could feel every eye on me, hungry, expectant. Just another night. I did my best to maintain eye contact with the men in the audience, my gaze flicking from one face to another. They wanted to feel seen, like I was dancing just for them. The usual crowd—older men, mostly married, some with children probably as old as me. Their eyes followed every move I made, and the sound of bills hitting the stage, raining down like confetti, kept me going.They cheered, some more loudly than others, motivating me to do more, to push myself. It was the game we played. They pretended I was theirs for the night, and I pretended I cared about more than their money. It was always the same, the eager requests for private dances, the whispered offers of one-night stands as if money could buy anything they wanted. But no matter how much they offere

Amelia's POV“Boss, are we going to let her live? She’s useless now,” the man whispered, and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickle in dread.The leader turned toward me, his cold eyes locking onto mine. I could already feel my body trembling. “Keeping her alive would be one of the biggest mistakes we’ll be making,” he said, and my heart sank.“Thank you for your help, but we would have to break our promise. Kai might find you and use you against us.” He pulled out a knife, the blade catching the light as he ran his fingers along its edge.My breath caught in my throat. “Wait! You can’t kill me yet—you haven’t paid me for my service!” I blurted, that was dumb, but i said it anyways.The man chuckled, a cruel sound that sent shivers down my spine. “You’re about to get killed, and all you care about is money? Dead people don’t spend money, do they?”I swallowed hard, fighting back the tears threatening to spill. “My mother... she’s about to have surgery. Could you at least send

Amelia’s POV“Your boss did what?” Tasha half-yelled, her eyes wide with disbelief.“You heard right, he gave me a death sentence,” I replied with an eye roll, trying to mask how heavy the whole situation actually felt.“Amy, you can’t tail Kai. I haven’t met him or even seen him, but that guy has a terrible reputation. He’s not someone you mess with,” Tasha said, her voice edged with urgency. She was trying to convince me, but I was already resigned.“I don’t have a choice, Tasha. If I don’t do this, he’ll fire me. I can’t lose three jobs in a row,” I said, heading toward my wardrobe, avoiding her eyes.“He’ll kill you just like he killed Suzan!” Tasha practically shouted.“What do you want me to do, Tasha? Lose another job and keep living in your apartment, eating your food like you’re my mom?” I shot back, my frustration bubbling over. I hated feeling like a burden, and even though Tasha had never said a word, I still felt like a burden.“I’ve never complained about you staying her

Amelia’s POVAs I lay on the bed, the doctor bandaging my leg and arm, I could barely keep my eyes open from sheer exhaustion. Screaming had drained whatever energy I had left, and the pain from having the bullets taken out was almost unbearable. I tried to steady my breathing, wincing every time the doctor adjusted the bandage. Maybe if I’d just admitted the truth earlier, I wouldn’t be in this situation, I thought.I’ve seen countless movies where characters get shot, and I always watched with detached curiosity, never fully understanding what it felt like. Now I know. The pain wasn’t just physical; it was soul-crushing, something I wouldn’t forget for the rest of my life. But then, what kind of person shoots you and then sends for a doctor to patch you up? A psychopath. And that’s exactly what Kai is—a twisted psychopath.I was still lying on the bed when Carlos walked in. The sight of him made my stomach churn with anger, so I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping he'd leave if I pretende

Amelia's POV“That plant is quite expensive. Find something else to step on.”I spun around, my heart pounding as I took in the figure seated casually in a small patio tucked into the maze’s corner. Kai. He sat there, calm and watchful, his gun resting on the table beside him.“Fu—” I stopped myself, feeling the heat rise in my face. I’d been so sure he was away on a trip to Europe, just as Bianca had said.“Come here,” he ordered, his voice cool but commanding. Slowly, I limped over, every nerve in my body on high alert.“Sit,” he said, though there was only one chair—and he was sitting on it.“Where? There’s nowhere to sit.” I kept my tone even, but he just stared, unbothered.“Right. On the floor. Got it.” I began to lower myself when he grabbed my arm, pulling me onto his lap.“Are you always this dumb?” he muttered, almost to himself, but I could hear the edge in his voice.“I’d prefer to stand,” I said, my body tense. The position was uncomfortable, and my heart pounded as I tri