All Chapters of Dancing for the Mafia King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I had a childhood that any person classified as poor would dream of spoiled, rich and VERY sexy. Anything and everything I owned was ‘Daddy’s Money’: from the clothing to the car, even the college was already paid in advance.
The night I had brought home the diploma from the 4th special school he had sent me to take, I was so sure he would FINALLY look at me and say ‘Grace I’m so very proud of you’ after all it had sorted the highest GPA ever recorded in my hometown of Savannah, Georgia, hell maybe even the state of Georgia. As I continued to look at my father's hard emotionless face as he considered my diploma, it deepened further; crushing all the hope I had foolishly led myself to gather at my own expense. His hard, stern and serious voice boomed within the walls of the room as my mother stood to the side by the lit fireplace that emitted a glow in the somewhat dark room.
“You can do better than this, it’s not good enough. You’re not good enough.” he was looking at me straight in

Jett POV
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS CONTENT THAT MAY BE DISTURBING FOR SOME READERS! (INLUDES 'LIGHT' TORTURE, STRONG LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT)
The cold dark room only had one light dangling from the ceiling that was swinging slightly around, the bloody and bruised man that I had placed in the steel chair had been bound; his hands tied behind him and his feet tied to each leg of the chair that had been bolted to the floor. My brother Dale had mentioned that this man hadn’t paid his tab in his club, and that just couldn’t do without making an example of him. His hard breathing and the metallic smell of his blood had mixed with the moisture in the air from the damp room.
The sound of the blows in impacted on Frank was resounding in the small room. Frank was usually an upstanding customer and had never caused any problems before now; I was surprised when I got my brother's phone call yesterday telling me that Frank hadn't paid his tab for a few months now. It had forced me to f

Grace
WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT
He brought a hand down and wrapped it on top of mine, and glided my hand up and down his hard shaft. After a few strokes he let go and put it beside him, and I heard his hands shuffle around, I assumed he was grasping the couch cushions his breathing had gone from relaxed, to fast and hard breathing. I kept my pace up, he groaned in disappointment and I found myself wanting the same release as him or to at least help him in finding his.
I made a split decision and not waiting a moment to let me talk myself out of it, I went for the move, wetting my lips I took the tip of his shaft into my mouth before welcoming the rest of his dick into my mouth, my tongue danced around it in my mouth. I had tasted every bit of his dick, but somehow I found myself wanting more than what I was allowing myself to have. I bobbed my head up and down, his breathing had become much faster and he let out a few grunts and moans when I'd glide over his dick

*Violet POV*
 For the first time in a long, long time, I woke up feeling refreshed, the way Stella handled me and the way everything turned out last night. I have never felt the truly satisfied, so to feel satisfied and to not want sex was completely euphoric, Stella could have very well cured my sex addiction.
 I looked over and seen Stella, peacfully sleeping the morning away. I smiled ans got up, I pulled on a thong and walked topless to the kitchen, grabbing some eggs, bacon, and some toaster waffles. I put some oil into the pan and turned on the stovetop, waiting for the pan to get hot enough, and grabbed another pan and placed it onto a different burner. I turned that burner on and opened the bacon package and placed the strips of bacon onto the pan. I took my phone into my hand and texted Andrew.
 Andrew, this is the lady you gave your number to last night. You can call me Lady. Ive thought about what you said some more and I’m beginning to have second thoughts about this. W

***Violet POV***
 When are we going to make a move on Peaches?! She’s getting too close to Jett and it’s pissing me off. I hurriedly sent a text to Andrew after popping back into the club once Kale told me Jett had left, seeing her smiling like a fool rubbed me the wrong way, I knew for sure she had fucked Jett… maybe multiple times, as she danced and twerked, her perky and plump ass cheeks jiggling as she shook her hips. Men placed money into her thong as she seductively went to swing around the pole, her legs wrapping around the thin metal, her body turning as she arched her back towards the floor, hair barely raking it as she felt herself up, the men going wild. One man had his pants down visibly jerking himself off to her, Gigi, another girl I think who might be a bit addicted to dick… she licked her lips as she slowly crawled up on all fours up to the man, the top of her bra undone and breasts out for display, she slowly lowered her lips onto the mans dick, as she sucked, h