All Chapters of Sold To The Ruthless Mafia Don: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

RUE “Aless is always grumpy, it's not a headline-worthy statement,” Claire says, dismissively. My eyes dart to the maid, and then to Claire. She still seems absolutely unbothered as she taps on her screen. “We will be down in a minute, thank you,” I say to the maid. She nods and walks out. I return my attention to Claire, “There was a man last night,” She looks up from her phone, “Okay…” “We…” I pause, “I don't know how to say it.” “Say what?” She asks in a hollow, yet sharp tone. Her phone is on the bed now. “We danced.” “Oh-” she seems taken aback for a moment, “the blonde guy?” “You noticed?” I ask, with bulging eyes. “Kinda. What's with him?” “I'm bothered Alessandro will find out.” “He won't.” “How are you so sure?” “Hello? You're speaking to the owner of the club. I will delete footage if need be.” “Oh,” it's my turn to be surprised, “thank you, then.” “Don't bother. You were intoxicated, and left with Sophie, it could have been a whole lot worse.” I do not a

Rue’s POV “It's time to sit on my face,” he rasped, low and hungry. I can hear the desperation lingering just beneath his voice and immediately I realize how difficult this must be for him too. He wants me, just as much as I want him, right inside my right cunt. But he's taking his time, trying to savor every single moment and pleasure that comes with it. I can't begin to imagine the level of self-control holding him back from just bending me over and driving his thick cock inside of me. I swallow at the thought of his pounding me like a raging bull. Fuck. I'm going insane with want and my pussy now aches with the pleasures I'm yet to experience. He lies face up on the bed. “Up up, baby girl. I'm waiting.” I giggled. I can't believe we are doing this. Maybe I can believe it, after all, we have fucked a couple of times. Apparently, what I can't believe is how different and intimate this feels, and the meaning of holds for us. With unimaginable strength, he grabs my hand and pulls m

RUE“Alessandro had an ex?” I ask, my voice sharper than I intend.Claire freezes. For a moment, she doesn’t say anything. Then her shoulders sink, and the color drains from her face.I know that look, she’s already regretting opening her mouth.“Alessandro had… a ton of exes,” she finally says, fumbling with her words. “He’s a big fish, Rue. Women used to circle him like sharks. They were everywhere.”A bitter laugh slips from me before I can stop it. “Huh.” It comes out half-disbelieving, half-hurt.Claire lets out a long sigh, her eyes softening as she looks at me. “Look,” she says quietly, “Alessandro had plenty of women around him, but he never really dated anyone. At least not officially or publicly.”“But there was always that one woman,” I say quietly. “The one he actually dated publicly.”Claire’s lips part, and she exhales slowly. “Yes,” she admits. “Although it ended a while back. We’ve all had our first love, I guess.”“I haven’t.”Her brows shoot up. “Be for real, girl. Y

RUEDriven by a sudden, gnawing need to satisfy my curiosity, I step out of the room.To my surprise, Luka isn’t there. He’s my guard, he is always supposed to be by my side. His absence is a clear sign that something has gone wrong.As I move down the staircase, I notice that the entire house is awake, even at this late hour. The air hums with unease. A few maids hurry through the hall, whispering to one another, while two large men struggle to carry a rolled-up rug down the corridor.The sharp scent of cleaning agents and dust fills the room.“What’s going on?” I ask the nearest maid, my voice breaking through the quiet chaos.She turns to me, momentarily startled. Her face shifts into shock, hesitation, and then unease.“Mr. Vanillin collapsed,” she says at last. “He’s been taken to the hospital.”Before I can respond, she hurries off, leaving her words hanging heavy in the air.At that moment, Claire strides past me, moving quickly down the hall.“Claire!” I call out.She stops an

RUE If Alex takes notice of my staring at his screen, he doesn't make it known. I remain silent, watching as he continues to dig into his phone.“Your food is getting cold,” he nudges, I stare at the plate on the car seat. “I'm not really hungry,” I say, digging my fork into the meal. My appetite is still null.“You cried for this food. What do you mean you're not hungry?”“I am not,” I reply, curtly.He doesn't say a word, but his eating slows down. Minutes go by, and he is eventually done. “Do you want to wrap that for later?”“Since when do we ever wrap food to save for later?” I ask, with a gentle smile,He chuckles lightly, “You can leave it. The workers will get it cleaned up.”I nod.With his help, we both walk out of the car. As we head into the hospital, I take another look at my environment.It is still quite amazing how much of a difference there is between our angle of the hospital, and the normal rooms.“Your family must be an extremely large donor to this hospital. T