61. Claimed

Hale’s pov.She stands in front of the vanity, fingers closing around a hair brush resting on the vanity across from our bed. Her posture is relaxed, either unaware or unbothered by the way I’m watching her from the bed. She drags the bristles through her hair in smooth, unhurried strokes, her back turned to me, seemingly lost in thought.She’s wearing my sweater.And not just any sweater—my oldest one, the one with the threadbare sleeves and stretched-out collar. It hangs low over her ass, barely covering her almost see-through tights, and every time she shifts, the hem rides up just enough to make me want to sink my teeth into the back of her leg.My cock twitches under the sheets, already getting hard.There’s something about seeing her like this, wearing something of mine like it belongs to her. She’s not just here. She’s settled. Comfortably. In my clothes, in my room, in my fucking head. And now, even the way she brushes her hair feels personal.I push up from the mattress.She

Last Updated : 2025-05-28

62. Sharp Lines

By the time morning rolls around, my body is sore in places I forgot existed.We had sex—again.Twice more after the first time. And I let it happen. I gave into the distraction, let him touch me, kiss me, use me—because for a few hours, I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to remember my father’s voice in my ear, swearing Hale murdered my mother.I needed to shut it out.So I took the only escape available to me—Hale’s hands. His body. My god—his lips. In the moment it felt like I was in heaven. A deep bliss that made your brain shut down completely. It was what I wanted.Now I regret it. Not because I didn’t enjoy it, but because of what it says about me.What it means.I chew on that as I pull on the fresh clothes left out for me—black leggings and a fitted top—and lace my boots tight enough to cut off circulation. My arms are already aching as I head to the training wing.Sable is waiting for me.She doesn’t speak when I walk in. Just tilts her head and gestures for me to take my

Last Updated : 2025-05-29

63. The Drive

The second I step back into Hale’s room, I move as fast as my stiff legs are willing to carry me.My entire body aches from training with Sable, and my back still throbs where she slammed me into the wall. I can still feel the heat of her breath on my face when she leaned in, promising that next time she won’t stay professional.The nerve of that woman.It won’t surprise me if it comes to light that Sable has a thing for Hale. Or maybe there is history between them—or something like that.I toss my boots off and walk straight to the wardrobe, flinging it open and grabbing the first two hangers I see. A navy-blue dress with gold detail. A plain cream-colored blouse.I carry them to the door, hook them onto the inside handle like I did the last time, and adjust them until the metal hangers touch—just slightly.I test the door once to make sure I’ve placed them right.Then again.Each time, the steel clicks together with that soft, familiar chime. Perfect.I step back, crossing my arms.

Last Updated : 2025-05-30

64. He's Watching

Weeks pass without anything significant happening. I still speak to my father every day, still searching for a way to get around Hale’s cameras and his constant surveillance long enough to steal the USB. I’ve made several attempts to visit my old room—now spotless, refurbished, and stocked with new furniture. Each time, I play it off like I’m there for something harmless. Pretending I need clothes. Grabbing a book from the library and stretching out on the bed as if I’m just there to read. I mention how the sun hits the mattress perfectly during the afternoon, how I always loved reading with the warmth on my skin. It’s the only excuse I have. And so far, it’s working.However, only to a point. I still have no damn clue where Hale put the cameras in this room. I can’t just start tearing into furniture or yanking paintings off the wall again. If I do, he’ll know I’m up to something. And once suspicion sets in, it’s over.So, for now, I wait. I study. I observe every inch of the room—the

Last Updated : 2025-05-30

All Chapters of Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King: Chapter 61 - Chapter 64

61. Claimed

62. Sharp Lines

63. The Drive

64. He's Watching