All Chapters of Bound To The Mafia King : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

GraceI whimpered and just couldn’t stop it.His body had me completely pinned against the cold brick wall, chest to chest. His thigh was wedged between mine so I couldn’t even squirm properly. Every inch of him radiated heat and danger, and I was trembling so hard my teeth chattered. My eyes were wide and fear clawed up my throat, thick and suffocating. Scared didn’t even begin to cover it. Terrified. Petrified. Like prey staring down the barrel of a loaded gun that just happened to have a beautiful face.Adrian watched me with that devilish smirk curling his lips, grey eyes glittering like he was enjoying every second of my panic. “Cat got your tongue, little bunny?” he mocked, voice low and velvet smooth, dripping with amusement.I gulped so hard that it hurt. Why was this man after me? I could not let him intimidate me. “Step- step back,” I managed, voice shaking. “Let me go.” I watched as he tilted his head and his smirk widened. “Or what?”I tried to sound brave but miserably

GraceI practically threw myself out of the car the second the wheels stopped moving.My sneakers hit the pavement hard. I didn’t look back. I didn’t dare. But I could hear it- the soft click of the opposite door opening behind me. Heavy footsteps. Calm. Unhurried. Like he already knew I couldn’t escape. But I ran. My bag slapped against my side as I sprinted toward my apartment building like my life depended on it. Because it did. My breath came in sharp, desperate gasps. My legs burned and tears stung my eyes, but I didn’t let them fall.I reached my door, hands shaking so badly I dropped the keys twice. “Come on, come on- ” I whispered frantically. Finally, the key slid in. I shoved the door open, slipped inside, and slammed it shut behind me. My fingers flew over the locks — one, two, three, deadbolt. Chain. I pressed my back against the wood, chest heaving.Safe.For now.I slid down the door until I was sitting on the floor, knees pulled tight to my chest. My mind was spiralin

AdrianThe hot water did nothing to wash her out of my head.I stepped out of the shower, water still dripping down my chest, and didn’t bother tying the black bathrobe properly. It hung open and the silk brushed against my skin as I walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. The room was dark except for the low glow of the city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows.Grace.That little bunny with her wide eyes, soft lips, and the way she’d moaned my name like it was a prayer and a curse at the same time. She was everywhere- in my thoughts, under my skin, in the fucking air I breathed.I was hard. Achingly hard. Just a mere thought of her was enough to make me ache and I had been since I’d thrown her over my shoulder and felt her squirm against me.I leaned back against the headboard and my robe fell open completely. My cock stood thick and heavy against my stomach, already leaking at the tip. Fuck- I wrapped my hand around it, grip firm, and gave one slow stroke from

AdrianThe office was thick with cigar smoke and the low hum of the city below. I sat behind my desk, dressed in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Dante and Nicholas lounged in the leather chairs across from me, both looking like they were walking on glass.They had been talking for the last ten minutes. Trying to talk me down. “Adrian, you need to stop like completely stop,” Nicholas said carefully, leaning forward. “You haven’t seen the girl for four days because we begged you to give her space. The media is already sniffing around. If you keep showing up everywhere she is, it’s going to turn into a scandal we can’t bury.”Dante nodded, eyes serious. “She’s a civilian, Fratello. A normal girl. You throw her into our world and she’ll break. Or worse… someone will use her against you. Let her breathe. You’re obsessed and it’s clouding your judgment.”I stared at the whiskey in my glass, swirling it slowly.Obsessed?They had no fucking idea.I hadn’t seen Grace for four days

GraceI stepped out of the bedroom, the steam from my bath still clinging to my skin like a lover's breath. My pink sweater hugged my damp curves, soft and fuzzy against my freshly scrubbed body, and the black leggings clung to my thighs and ass like a second skin, still warm from the hot water. My hair hung in wet, dark waves down my back, dripping little trails down my neck that made me shiver. The living room came into view, and my heart stuttered-*him*. Adrian. He was sitting cross-legged on the couch like he owned the damn place, his broad shoulders filling out that black shirt, dark eyes scanning the room with predatory calm. Two other guys flanked him, taking up one side of the room like they were guarding a throne, while me and the girls, huddled on the couches across from them, a tense standoff in our own apartment.Stella spotted me first and bolted up, rushing over with wide eyes, her hands grabbing my arms. "Grace! Oh my God, are you okay?" she whispered fiercely, pullin