All Chapters of BOUND TO MY MAFIA KING: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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' que

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 b

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 qu

Ariella hadn't said a word since my threat to do God knows what to her in the hospital. Even now in the car heading back, she remained silent, occasionally watching me skeptically. Her jet black hair kept falling slightly into her eyes when she peaked at me through it. It'd been an impulsive, spur of the moment sentence, but the more the thought burned into my mind the more the temptation grew. The thought was depraved, considering that a say ago she might've been related to me. Fuck, the girl was traumatised and probably wouldn't even have willing sex again if she could anyway. My search for Stella would have to continue without my father's aid. That made things a lot more difficult, and there was no telling whether or not Ariella would cooperate. That being said it was clear she would've rather been my whore than my sister. Still, she didn't exactly know that her life depended on her playing that role to perfection and convincing my father. "I forgot to ask. The nurse wa