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

64 Chapters

CHAPTER 1: ARIELLA

CHAPTER 2: KILLIAN

She didn't know me. Or she did and just didn't remember. Or maybe this was wrong to begin with, and she really wasn't my sister. Pulling the door open, my body pressed against it, making room for the trembling girl behind me to enter the suite. The edge of my handgun pressed firmly into my waist, a reminder of how much blood had been shed to get this girl. Her head turned from me to the dark interior of the suite and then back to me. "Go in." The moment the words left my lips, she darted inside, flinching when the door slammed shut behind me, her eyes moved to me. My fingers traced the white walls for the light switch, flicking it on and illuminating the large room. She pulled off my jacket slowly, seductively, her pointed siren eyes roaming my body. Exactly like she'd probably been taught. Her small frame seemed so out of place in the suite. Her steps barely made any noise against the white, polished tiles. "Your things aren't here yet, but I'm sure there's a robe or som

CHAPTER 3: ARIELLA

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

CHAPTER 4: KILLIAN

"Why did you buy me?" The question was soft, unsure and shaky, but it might as well have been a punch to the gut. My eyes locked with Ruth's in the rear view mirror, she looked away immediately, shrugging like this was my problem only. Though technically, it was. "I wanted you." My reply was vain and shallow, but it would have to do. "But you didn't fuck me last night. Did I do something wrong?" The innocence in her voice was choking, like a rope wrapped around my throat. "You didn't....don't do that again. That's not why I took you." The car window rolled down, the streets of Chicago flying by in a blur, the calm breeze hitting my face. "But, that's what I'm for." "And that's not why I took you." My knuckles paled from how hard my fist clenched. She leaned back, like she was trying to fade or blend into the leather seat of the car. Her eyes were fixed on my clenched fists, glassy and somewhat wide. "I'm not going to hit you, Ariella." The pain of my nails digging int

CHAPTER 5: ARIELLA

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

CHAPTER 6: ARIELLA

A knock frightened me out of my thoughts. Killian stood outside the room, leaning on the doorframe, hair damp, his suit swapped out for a black low cut shirt. At this point, he might as well have been allergic to color on his skin. "Before you go down, we need to talk." His adam's apple bulbed. "I know you're confused. But there's alot I need to tell you."Understatement of the decade. Nonconsensual sex in an illegal brothel is comprehendable to me. Being mistaken for a Mafia family's daughter is not."A few years ago, my sister went missing. She was kidnapped by my family's opposition and sold to a trafficking ring. The same one that took you probably when you were also a child. You look like her." His biceps flexed as he crossed his arm. "Or at least what I assume she looks like. Plus, up until you told me your name I really thought you were her.""That's why you bought me." Panic settled in my throat. The urge to lie scrapes at the back of my mind, but the consequence thwarts the

CHAPTER 7: KILLIAN

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

CHAPTER 8: ARIELLA

Dinner last night was probably the most awkward experience in mankind's history. I got the feeling that Killian and his dad didnt get along much. And throughout the drive to this fancy ass hospital the morning, killian looked lost, almost guilty everything he met my gaze.We sat in some kind of ward, the windows drawn up enough for the light in the room to be almost painful to my eyes, and the yellow painted walls weren't doing much to improve the situation either. The handsome piece of expensive shit sleeping in a chair next to me wasn't much help as well."Look at me miss." The nurse in the blue scrubs said, pointing a light straight at my face, causing me to wince."Ow, what the hell is that for?" The irritation felt unavoidable. After three days, my position still remained unclear. My old miserable life could be staring at right now waving and my stupid ass smile wouldn't waver. "Sorry love. I just need to check your pupils again, it's procedure. We're done with your full body

CHAPTER 9: KILLIAN

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

CHAPTER 10: ARIELLA

"You really like Italian food, huh?" Killian asked, waving his sauce stained fork at me from across the brown wooden table we sat at together. "Yeah, it's delicious. This place is amazing." My eyes scanned the red themed restaurant. The whole place had such a cosy appearance, from the brown painted wooden chairs and tables to the transparent wall sized windows that filled a whole wall. "It's quite average. I'll take you somewhere better next time." Killian’s fork jabbed idly at his food, picking it apart. "It feels comfortable. Clean, but not so formal that I feel out of place. I've been to Italy before, too. My past owner married an Italian woman, she didn't like me much." My eyes lifted, lips curving up into a devious smirk. "I wonder why." He stared at me and, through the spoonful of spaghetti halfway to his mouth, then laughed. A full-time belly laugh. "So I'm guessing Italian might not be your favourite after all?" "I don't really have favourites. I've never been

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