Semua Bab Sold To The Ruthless Mafia Don: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Rue’s POVI stayed in my room the entire day. Curtains drawn. The world outside the windows moved on without me, but I was still.The tablet sat on my lap. I have already tried calling twice but the university’s help desk was a ghost line, every call met with an automated response and a cheerful voice that didn’t match the panic clenching my stomach.We’re sorry, this service is currently unavailable. Please try again later.I had tried again. Later and later and later.No change. I will have to go there physically but how? I tapped in my login again, almost reflexively, like maybe this time the portal would somehow forget it hated me.Access Denied.Account Locked Due to Nonpayment and Attendance Violation.I stared at the screen.It didn’t get easier to see, no matter how many times I refreshed.The messages were the same. Cold, clinical, and condemning.I knew what came next.I’d read the fine print a hundred times since I started university. First the warning, then the red flags,

Rue’s POVHe stares at me for an uncomfortably long time but says nothing. I meet his gaze, refusing to look away, daring him to blink first, or even to flinch, to do anything that would give me the upper hand.“You want a job,” he finally murmurs, voice low, his face unreadable.Haven’t we been through this already?“Yes,” I say, steady but quiet, swallowing the shiver crawling up my spine.He drums his fingers on the desk, slow and deliberate. I can almost hear the calculations behind his cold gaze, like he is assessing me.“That’s good,” he says.For a second, my heart lifted in excitement, he is not demanding for the reason before agreeing to me. But then. . . He replied, “Unfortunately, I have no job for you.”My brows drew in confusion then developed into frustration. “Why?”He leans back in his chair, expression impassive. “Why what?”“Why don’t you have a job for me? I told you anything is fine”I force myself to rise and walk toward him. My pulse thrums in my ears. I take t

Rue’s POV There’s something dangerous about the way Alessandro kisses me.It’s not just lust, it’s something deeper, something that brushes the softest part of your soul. His lips don’t just press into mine, they melt into me, like I’m the sweetest thing he has ever tasted. And when he groans, low and rough, it’s like a confession of how much he craves this… craves me. It makes me want to give him everything. To fall apart for him. To let him ruin me in the most beautiful ways.The pleasure hums beneath my skin, hot and electric. His touch, at first, is gentle, like he is holding a secret, like he knows what he is about to do and wants me to savor the calm before everything goes to shit.But when he pins me to the bed, the softness vanishes.He becomes hard, unrelenting, and hungry. Each thrust of his hips is a command. Each growl in my ear is a reminder that I’m his and I don't have any say whatsoever. And I want it all, I want the chaos and the tenderness. The punishment and the p

RueI walk silently as her hand rests lightly on my back, guiding me out of the living room. Once we reach the hallway, she moves in front of me and turns to face me, her eyes scanning my outfit. She doesn’t say a word.So I stare back at her.She is dressed in black slacks and a low-buttoned top. Her hair is pulled into a slick bun, her makeup minimal. She looks… normal than most I have met here. But I know better, looks can lie.“Why did you bring me out here?” I ask, trying to bring my voice low.“To talk to you,” she says, slipping her hands into her pockets. “You look good.”“Thank you,” I reply, jaw clenched, my chin raised, I'm expecting something else.But she offers a gentle smile. Her approach is nothing like Alessandro’s. The more I look at her she doesn’t even feel like one of them.“It’s a good thing you are brave,” she says. “You will need it to survive in this jungle.”“Thanks,” I mutter again.She nods slowly. “But you will need more than bravery. I will be honest with

Rue’s POVOh, God.The first thing I feel as soon as I open my eyes is a throbbing pain behind my eyes, I press my fingers gently to my temples, massaging in slow circles.What the hell happened last night?I force myself to sit up, wincing as my stomach clenches and lets out a low growl.Right. I didn’t eat dinner.“You’re awake.” Alessandro’s voice cuts through the haze, pulling my attention toward him.“Yes,” I murmur, my voice raspy. “Um… do you know what happened last night?”He smiles softly, almost as if he is amused, then casually picks up his cufflinks. I blink, I don’t know what’s more surprising, the rare curve of a smile on Alessandro’s lips, or the fact that he’s still here at seven in the morning. Most days, he’s long gone before five.“You had fun. That’s all that matters,” he says, fastening the cuffs of his shirt with deliberate ease.Then, without ceremony, he grabs his phone… and his gun.Even after months, I still haven’t gotten used to that the ever-present weapo