All Chapters of My heart surrendered to the Boss: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

We stopped in front of a nondescript building with a simple, dirty stone facade and glass doors. A sign indicated that the small shop on the first floor was a real estate agency. I was confused. Questions swirled in my mind, including whether Cassian was there to buy a new property. As soon as we stepped out of the car, we were surrounded by Cassian’s men, though of course, discreetly. Someone was already waiting at the door, ready to open it. The moment we crossed the threshold, everything was locked down. Curtains were drawn, plunging the place into shadow. I looked around, but there was no one. The desks were empty, computers turned off. That’s when I realized this was one of Cassian’s front businesses. Everyone inside was his man—armed and wearing serious expressions. I couldn’t move, paralyzed by the scene before me. I felt Cassian’s hand on my head and looked up at him, startled. He merely smiled and leaned in, whispering in my ear. “Wait here—I won’t be long.” With

I took a deep breath and soon felt well enough to stand on my own. I looked toward the club's entrance, where there was no one left. The two girls, seeing all the commotion, chose to leave before Liam's troubles caught up with them. A wise decision on their part.On the other side, near the alley, Liam was thrown to the ground, his face swollen, his left eye barely able to stay open. His lip was cut and swollen. I lightly touched the sore spot where he had hit me and thought I was in much better shape than he was.Liam was pale, dragging himself across the ground to get away as footsteps approached. When I looked again, I saw Harry emerging, followed by a few men, including Jack."I thought we made it clear last time, Reed. Aren’t you tired of getting beaten up every time?" Harry said as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his blood-stained hands. "You know the Boss hates people causing a scene at the club’s entrance."Liam mumbled something I couldn’t understand due to

My legs were frozen, trapped in that suffocating small space. The footsteps grew louder. Jack’s hand wrapped around my wrist, forcing me to look directly into his eyes.There was a clear warning in them. I was to keep walking; I wasn’t allowed to stray or run. Swallowing hard, I took a step forward, but my other wrist was yanked back by thin, trembling fingers. I turned my head, and Amy looked at me, terrified, her large, gentle brown eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Chloe was right behind her, her face pale as she saw Jack by my side.“What are you doing here, Amy?” I asked, my eyes darting toward Chloe.Amy’s dreamy and delicate personality didn’t fit with the filth that frequented the Shadow of Sophia. To confirm, my friend was wearing a delicate, floral dress with small flower earrings. I sighed and shook my head, completely forgetting the dangerous situation I was in and focusing solely on my friends.“My boss was invited to a celebration, and since I mentioned I knew two emplo

My body seemed not to obey me, reacting to Cassian’s touches with uncontrollable desire. My hands sought him out, my body trying to mold itself to his, fitting into the curves of his muscular frame. My back arched, pushing my ass harder against his erection, my head thrown back as he continued to massage my breasts. "Your skin is red," he whispered in my ear, his warm breath against my sweaty skin, even with the cold weather outside. Cassian’s hand slid down my stomach, his fingers playing at the slit of my skirt. "I keep wondering if your pussy is red too." At that moment, I remembered I wasn’t wearing any underwear, but before I could stop him, Cassian’s fingers slid along my thigh, under the skirt, and then he stopped. A low growl escaped his lips before he continued moving his hand to the inside of my thigh. His fingers brushed lightly against my intimacy in a cruel tease that made my body tremble. "Wait..." I moaned, pressing my thighs together and trapping Cassian’s hand bet

As I moved through the large room, I tried to keep to the shadows, as far as possible from Cassian’s gaze or any other dark figure in that place. Like me, there were other staff members unaccustomed to serving people of such importance, trembling simply from being near them. At times, I found myself taking the place of one waitress or another, serving drinks and refilling snacks at the tables, always careful to keep my eyes lowered. One didn’t need to live in the underworld to understand the dynamics of that place. The smaller families associated with the Moore sat with their closest allies, forming small factions that glared at each other between sips of their drinks or puffs of their cigars. The tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife. For a moment, I dared to look toward Cassian, the king of that world, seated on his throne in a place of privilege in the hall. His silver eyes were like sharp blades, analyzing each of those men, while his drink remained untouched on th