Semua Bab BOUND TO MY MAFIA KING: Bab 1 - Bab 7

The wooden stage beneath me creaked under my weight. My body moved of its own accord, repeating the same dance I performed every night until the Madam sent me into a room with whichever sadistic bastard paid the highest price. The bruises from the men who had their way with me these past few days still decorated my skin. The finger shaped marks on my waist and hips itched beneath the shimmering gold glitter that hid them.You'd have thought it'd be illegal, but sin isn't a thing in Vegas. And sex trade was almost as normal as having breakfast on a sunday. The cheers filled my ears, nearly deafening as my fingers seductively roamed my nearly naked body, the flimsy bra and panties barely covering me. Every attempt to block out the screams proved futile. My eyes roamed the crowd, spotting different kinds of men until they landed on the Madam, the owner of this brothel and my current monster. A man stood next to her, frowning slightly. Already his gaze was on me. Those eyes seemed to ma

We're on a jet. A private fucking jet.And the man sitting across from me on the plush white couch that took up the entirety of the left, owned it.My stomach ached slightly, probably having difficulty digesting the large breakfast that was served to me. Or maybe it was anticipation. We hadn't had sex last night, and my request had gone completely unanswered. Not even a hint as to whether or not he would infact, sell me or not.Killian had been questioning me all morning, asking about my childhood and my kidnapping. When someone first sold me. Strange things he shouldn't have cared about.Every answer was a lie that made me squirm in the yellow sundress he brought to me this morning. He must've known, but he never forced the truth out of me. Which was good for me because every fact he knew would only be weapons he could use to make my life more miserable than it already was.After getting nowhere with asking about my past he started asking me regular 'getting to know you' questions. T

The lady was crazy. As soon she escorted me into this room, all doubt of her sanity vanished. She was insane.That was the only logical explanation for the woman currently gesturing hysterically at the decor of the room."So do you like it?" Her smile seemed so out of place on her pale face, her eyes stained with runny mascara and her tears. The purpose of her crying still eluded me.Taking in the beautiful room, from the Queen sized bed filled with enough pillows to build a palace, to the human sized windows that occupied the wall opposite the front door with a red seat attatched to one. Everything was beautiful. "Ma'am I think you..."The bronze door pushed open, interrupting me as Killian strode in, holding my tattered backpack which ruined his look with his crisp suit hugging his muscular frame perfectly. "Don't overwhelm her mum. She doesn't need to know the origin of every ornament in this room."The woman, Killian mum apparently, chuckled. "I'm just so excited. It'll be dark so

His presence haunted me long before my eyes landed on him.The maids rushed in, carrying his luggage from the door and past me to his room upstairs.Ariella shrunk behind me when he approached us, his arms extended. "My daughter. My sweet Stella." Just like mother had, he cupped her cheeks, turning her head from side to side like he couldn't believe we'd actually found her. "She's still shocked Kirilli. Killian said she'll get a full check up tomorrow. But it's true...our little girl is back." Mother came out from the bronze edged door that stood next to the twin stairs, which lead to the dinning room. She didn't seem to want to believe that there was an error. Denial could be so powerful in the face of years worth of my mother's depression.He turned to her, gasping when she flung herself at him, wrapping her hands around his neck. His shock was understandable. Mother had been little more than a walking corpse these past sixteen years. "Anya?" Father chuckled, his laugh quickly rep