All Chapters of BOUND TO MY MAFIA KING: Chapter 91 - Chapter 96

We stood there for a while, watching as Justin fumbled to crawl away, his face stained with blood, sweat and mucus.He was crying now. Bawling his eyes out like a child while his disfigured arms struggled to carry him towards the door.It dragged on for what felt like hours, though it was probably just minutes in reality.The sight was impossible to bear. Killian stood behind me, holding me like an anchor keeping me from sinking.Still, nausea crawled up my throat, and my dinner threatened to resurface.My body moved without waiting for my mind to question my decision. I turned, searching for Killian's gun from his pocket and pointing it at Justin.Killian gave no reaction to my taking his weapon except wrapping his fingers around mine and helping me take aim.My finger squeezed against the trigger, sending a bullet straight onto his thigh. Justin paused, screaming in pain though he continued to struggle forward.Another bullet flew off, this time sinking into his shoulder.The bullet

Killian was falling apart. It became more and more obvious with each day that passed since Ariella's mysterious disappearance in Vegas. I knew she was safe, though that wasn't something I could share with anyone without raising the suspicion that she'd told me where she was going. Now, sitting here on the crappy blue plastic chairs in Killian's private gym, I watched as he continued slamming his fists into the punching bag in front of him, his eyes completely devoid of emotion or anything that made him seem human. Dimitri made a few attempts to speak, only to be cut off with a grunt when Killian punched the bag hard enough to send Dimitri back a bit from where he stood holding it. "She's going to be fine. Calm down." He grunted, releasing the bag and walking away while shaking his sweat-filled hair. Killian gave no reply besides pulling at the white bandages wrapped around his fists. "Darling, why don't you go get something to drink? You look exhausted." My voice was light and

When my eyes first landed on Killian, it felt like my mind was playing tricks on me. A cruel joke to worsen my already bitter situation. But then Chris raised his hand, ready to hit me. My body curled into itself, eyes pressed shut while waiting for the pain that never came. Chris cried out in pain, forcing me to lift my head. A gasp fell from my lips as my mind struggled to comprehend the scene before me. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Chris yelled, curling his fist against his chest. "Why would you fucking do that?" Killian gave him no response, simply reaching down and pulling me off the floor gently. I'd always known we'd meet again, but never once did I think it'd be like that. What was he even doing here? "I believe I should be asking you that. What do you think you're doing? And how fucking dare you touch her?" His voice had that deadly calm it had each time I'd watched him murder a man. Chris, desperate to save some semblance of his dignity, swung