บททั้งหมดของ SOLD TO THE GANG LEADER : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Adriana's POVAfter a long, refreshing shower, I threw on a pair of soft lavender athletic shorts and a matching crop top. Feeling clean and relaxed, I sank into the couch, joining my mom and brother for a casual chat."So, when are you finally going to face me in tennis, slowpoke?" Dylan teased with a grin."Whenever you're ready to lose," I fired back, smirking."Ha ha," he laughed. "I'm not going to lose. I'm going to kick your a—"He was cut off by my mom's warning tone."Dylan Alexander Hayes," my mom said firmly. "That sentence better end in 'butt.'""It was," he said quickly, then continued, "Anyway, you ready to lose?""Pssh," I giggled. "I'm ready to kick some… booty.""That's my girl," my mom smirked.Dylan and I grabbed rackets from the gym and walked outside to our tennis court. My mom grabbed a bag of tennis balls from the garage and handed them to us with a smile."Alright, let's do this!" Dylan yelled, serving the ball at me.Luckily, I managed to return it and with a s

Adriana's POVI wasn't sure what to say; words seemed to slip away the moment I saw him.He was undeniably hot. His muscular frame commanded attention, and his jawline, sharp and defined, gave his face an almost dangerous allure.Is this Hunter?The man my brother warned me about?"A-are you Hunter?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper."That would be me," he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. His confidence was unnerving, and yet… oddly magnetic.Well… this might not be as bad as I thought."What's in the box?" he asked, nodding toward the present in my lap.I glanced down, suddenly aware of it again. That's when it hit me. The car was moving. We had already left my house."I-I don't know," I said quietly. "I'm supposed to open it later."Hunter let out a low chuckle, the sound rough and unsettling. Without warning, he shifted closer, closing the space between us until I could feel his presence press into mine."While we're still on good terms," he said calmly, "t

Adriana's POVI stood in the bathroom, towel clutched to my chest, heart still thundering from what had just happened. My skin buzzed where he’d touched me not just his hand, but his voice. The way he said I was his… It shouldn’t have made my stomach flutter. It shouldn’t have left me staring at the wall like some lovesick idiot. I didn’t want to like him. But I couldn’t lie to myself anymore not completely. There was something about Hunter Rivers that made it impossible to think straight. He was danger dressed in leather and silence. He confused me. One minute he was cold, the next… possessive. And not the kind of possessive that felt cruel the kind that made my chest ache in ways I didn’t understand. I stepped into the shower, turning the water hot enough to sting, scrubbing hard like I could wash the memory of his voice off me. But no matter how hot the water ran, I couldn’t shake him. By the time I came out, wrapped in a towel, he was gone. Good. I needed space. But of cour

Adriana’s POVI finished the last file, my fingers aching from flipping through papers and typing out details I didn’t care about. The room was too quiet, too still. Time stretched endlessly between me and whatever punishment he had planned.A sudden knock on the door made me jump.Hunter didn’t step inside when the door creaked open—his voice alone carried the weight of command.“Downstairs. Now.”I rose slowly, every movement tense. The house felt colder as I followed him. He didn’t speak as we walked, just led the way to the living room and stopped by a side table near the wall.There, resting on the polished surface, was my phone.He picked it up and turned it in his hand once.Then his eyes locked onto mine.“You don’t need this anymore.”My brows furrowed. “What?”“You don’t get to keep secrets from me,” he said flatly. “You don’t get to spy. Or eavesdrop. Or question what I allow and what I don’t.”My heart kicked. “I didn’t—”“You did,” he interrupted sharply. “And now you liv

Adriana's POVThe bathroom door opened slowly, the warm steam swirling around him like a dark halo. Hunter’s eyes, those blueish-gray storms, locked onto mine fierce, burning, and filled with a raw hunger I’d never seen before. His wet hair clung to his forehead, droplets racing down his neck and chest, catching the soft light like liquid fire. My breath hitched. Every nerve in my body screamed for him.Without a word, he closed the space between us in an instant. His lips crashed against mine, rough and demanding, swallowing me whole. I gave myself to the kiss, my hands trembling as they tangled in the damp curls at the nape of his neck. His mouth tasted of rain and smoke, dark and intoxicating, and every second felt like a slow burn unraveling inside me.His hands moved with fierce precision, sliding beneath my shirt, heat searing through every touch. He cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over the taut peaks, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. I gasped, arching towar