All Chapters of SOLD TO THE GANG LEADER : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Adriana’s POVThe morning light slipped quietly through the curtains, soft and pale, but it didn’t chase away the heaviness in my chest. I stayed wrapped in the warmth of the blankets, willing myself to believe I was just tired, nothing more. Hunter’s words from last night kept replaying in my mind, We’re going to the hospital. I didn’t want to go. Not yet. I wasn’t ready.A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts.“Hunter?” I croaked, my voice rough and small.He opened the door slowly, his strong frame blocking the doorway. His eyes searched mine, sharp and concerned.“Still avoiding the hospital?” he asked softly, but there was steel beneath his tone.“I’m fine,” I said quickly, trying to wave it off. “Just tired. I don’t want to make a big deal out of this.”He frowned, but didn’t argue. Instead, he said, “Get dressed. I’m having Marta pack your bags. We’re leaving.”My heart jolted. Leaving? I didn’t understand.Before I could say anything, he was already walking away, his

Adriana's POVThe first thing I noticed was the smell—something warm, sweet, unfamiliar. It floated into the room like a gentle whisper, cutting through the stillness and the chill of morning. For a moment, I wasn’t sure where I was. The mattress beneath me was firmer than my bed back home. The soft sheets carried a scent I had come to associate with this place: clean linen, and something darker—like leather and smoke.And then I remembered.The mansion.Hunter.The debt.Everything came rushing back.I sat up slowly, blinking through the early light that seeped past the curtains. The room was quiet—eerily so. No birdsong. No traffic. Just the hum of silence pressing at the walls. The echo of my own breathing.The sound of faint footsteps approached, and before I could fully gather myself, the door creaked open.Hunter stepped in.No leather jacket. No scowl. No guns or blood or tension trailing behind him. Just… him.He wore a simple dark shirt and jeans—the kind of outfit you might

Adriana's POVHunter pushed me up against the wall, pushing his knee between my legs as he licked into my mouth, his hands were underneath my skirt and my entire body was shaking, with the need, with the want, with the tingles. I could feel him pressed against me, felt his hard on pressing against me and I wanted him. Tonight, it was just going to be us with a little bit of spice, because that's just who we are. He was licking into my mouth, my arms around his neck, fingers pushing into his hair as we kissed and kissed. Each brush of our tongue sent sparks through my body. I slipped my hands down his shirt, nails dragging down his chest as we kissed. I slipped my hands underneath his shirt, feeling the warm skin underneath. This man. He breaks the kiss, locking his gaze with mine as he pulled his shirt over his head. I watched him do this and it felt like it happened in slow motion, it made my mouth water as I took him in. He looked so good, muscles in the right places and his abs,

Adriana’s POVThe sun poured through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow across the polished floors of the room. I blinked against the light, groaning softly as I turned in the massive bed, the silk sheets tangled around my legs. My body was sore in the best way, a quiet reminder of how the night had ended wrapped up in Hunter’s arms, his skin on mine, his mouth trailing lazy kisses across my shoulder until I fell asleep.He wasn’t in bed now.I sat up, pushing my hair back, and the scent of coffee hit me before the door creaked open. Hunter stepped inside, shirtless and freshly showered, his damp hair curling slightly at the ends. A black towel hung low on his hips, and the tattoos on his chest gleamed in the soft light.“Good morning, trouble,” he said with a crooked smirk, setting a tray of breakfast down on the small table near the window.I blinked again, trying to shake the distraction of how good he looked first thing in the morning. “You brought breakfast?”He shrugged, tos

Adriana’s POVMorning light poured through the curtains, golden and soft, spilling over the tangled sheets and the warm body beside me. I stirred slowly, comforted by the weight of Hunter’s arm draped across my waist, anchoring me in a rare sense of calm.His chest rose and fell steadily against my back, bare skin pressed to mine. For the first time in a long while, I didn’t feel like a prisoner in his world. Not entirely. Not this morning.His lips brushed lazily against my shoulder. “You’re awake.”I turned to face him, blinking up at his blueish-gray eyes. “Barely.”“I’ve got news.” He stretched, muscles shifting beneath his skin. “Blade’s getting married.”I blinked. “Blade? The one with the tattoos on his neck?”“The very one,” he said with a smirk. “His girl finally said yes. The wedding’s tonight. He wants the whole crew there.”“You going?”“I don’t do weddings,” he muttered, swinging his legs out of bed.I pushed myself upright. “But he’s your guy. Won’t it look bad if you don