Todos os capítulos de Rise of the Rejected; Bred by the Mafia CEO: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

SateraThe cool night air hit Satera's face like a slap, but it couldn't stop the acrid burn in her throat. Her ears are ringing with the ghost of the bass, and the rough grip Bensjasmin had on her arm is already forming a tender bruise. “Stupid. So, so stupid Satera! Are you mad? He's Khaid Jager! People die for bumping his elbow, and you told him his eyes were on 'booties'!” Bensjasmin yanks me into the shadow of a service alley. "We have to go home now.”Satera's Apartment “I should have spat on his shoes. My whole week's profit... gone” I throw my bag across the tiny sitting room in vexation. The stench of spilled, ruined herbs still clung to the fabric. That's the only thing I'd managed to pick up from the shattered glass and slippery mess on the club's floor.“Are you serious right now? You could have gotten yourself in trouble! What am I even saying? You're in trouble already. Do you know who that is?” Bensjasmin worried voice increases every second.“Right now, I don't even

Satera The cold night air outside The Void Club didn't cool the burn in my cheeks. I stared at the wads of money, the crispy notes Khaid had given me, and felt a dangerous cocktail of relief and utter humiliation. He hadn't just paid for the herbs, he'd paid my rent. He has turned my most immediate, crippling problem into a chilling demonstration of his power. He had bought me.I gripped the bag tight, repeating the last exchange in my head: “Come supply me your products everyday.”That wasn't a business deal, that was a leash. He wasn't interested in aphrodisiacs; he was interested in control. He wanted the fearless girl who'd called him out, only now he wanted her dancing to his tune.“Find it yourself.” The words echoed with his arrogant smirk.I took out my phone and dialed Bensjasmin. She answered on the first ring, her voice tight. "Satera? Are you safe? I heard they are breaking into houses in your neighborhood. Where are you?”“I ran into the devil” I admitted, starting to wa

SateraThe silence that followed my declaration was a weapon sharper than any knife. It was the absolute, unhurried stillness of a predator that knows its prey cannot escape. I stood there, legs braced, heart hammering against my ribs, daring myself to meet Khaid Jager's eyes.He didn't move. He didn't even shift his weight. He simply watched me, the dark glass walls of his office reflecting the single, menacing line of his smile.“No deal” he repeated, his voice dangerously soft, laced with an amusement that made my skin crawl. “Is that the official statement, Bluey? Or is that just your nerves talking?”I took a shaky breath, forcing the scent of the sedative and sterile cold out of my lungs, replacing it with sheer indignation. I walked the two steps to the shimmering glass table and slammed the leather bag containing the remaining vials onto its surface. The muffled thump was the only sound in the enormous room.“It's my statement” I hissed. “I pay the rent you pay, I deliver the

Lot 27…Khaid's Penthouse The sheer absurdity of the situation almost made me smile. Almost. I glided the bespoke black sedan through the final security gate, the scanner recognizing my thumbprint and disarming the perimeter systems before Kael could even press the button. It was past 7:30 PM, the sun long gone, and I was exactly three hours and thirty minutes late for the most important 'delivery' appointment of my week.And yet, my supplier was waiting.“She is still in the reception chamber, Boss” Kael's voice was a low rumble from the passenger seat. He sounded bored, perhaps mildly inconvenienced that he hadn't been given the order to remove the annoyance.“Of course, she is” I murmured, pulling the car into the subterranean garage.I didn't need to ask Kael how she was behaving. I had watched Bluey on the internal cameras for the last hour of my board meeting. She didn't fidget. She didn't cry. She didn't even sit. She was standing perfectly still in the center of the colorless

Lot 27 Security room. . KhaidI was reviewing the MetroPaul situation. The key necklace danced elegantly between my fingers. “How shallow of him to infuse a key in a necklace that is carried around?” “Boss, the girl refused to stop shouting. Should we knock her out?” Kael asked impatiently. “Nahhh, there's no fun in that. Leave her” I dismissed the idea with a wave of hand.“How cooperative is that old thing?” I twirled my chair around leisurely.“Our consignment is on its way to the location we gave. I already put men at standby in strategic places” “Good. You can go”He exited and I focused my gaze on the key in my grasp. Is it white or is it a colour my eyes can't decipher. The necklace looked so familiar.Then the red alert flickered on my private console. It wasn't the internal Level Three Threat alarm that Satera’s poor aliases triggered. This was the perimeter intrusion alert, Code 7: Passive Breach.“Kael” I spoke into the room's command system, my voice a low, precise com