Todos os capítulos de BOUND TO MY MAFIA KING: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

He didn't turn back again until he reached the car. Like always, he pulled open the passenger seat door for me, but he didn't acknowledge me otherwise. "I wasn't pretending." The silence had been chocking, and it had taken minutes of the car ride back for me to find enough of my voice to speak. "You don't have to lie, or fake anything. I know what you want, and I know how crucial I am to your survival. I won't take advantage of you, so you can stop with the ass kissing." He leaned back, his left hand on the steering wheel while the other rested on the shoulder of my seat. "That's not what I was doing." Irritation quickly replaced whatever sympathy had been clouding my mind. "Sure." The car sped forward, so fast I felt the spaghetti tighten in my stomach. "What are you doing? Slow down." My fingers dug into the armrests, eyes staring forward but occasionally darting to him. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this. But you agreed, and if it's going to work, you're going to have to b

Killian’s thick perfume clogged my nose when my face collided with his hard, defined chest.My face burned with embarrassment as I straightened, dragging my fingers across the yellow sundress that covered me."Miss Morozcov? I told you I would get him for you."Killian’s secretary, Ruth, was cut off by another man who stood in the room. His blond hair fell into his harsh blue eyes in waves. "Stella?"He stormed towards me, and my eyes darted to meet Killian’s. His jaw was clenched as he stared back at me, but he said nothing to stop the man from approaching me.Instinctively, my back buried into the door, moving away from him. "It's you. It's really you." The man pulled me into a hug, his biceps clogging my throat and forcing me to cough."You said you just wanted to see her, now you have. Is that all you came to discuss, or was there something else?" Killian’s voice had that soul-crushing calm he used to speak with that always commanded respect. However, it didn't seem to have the

When Killian told me that Stella looked like me, it felt like an exaggeration.Not anymore though. The girl in the picture in my hand could have easily been mistaken for me.If not for the DNA results as proof, I might've mistaken her for me."Justin Drake? You know him? How?" Killian’s large frame towered over me. It was unsettling, not to mention uncomfortable.His mind seemed too occupied with interrogating me to notice. Or maybe he did and just didn't care."He runs an auction. For kids. Or at least it's mostly kids, though I've seen some adults there." My throat felt blocked."Auction?" Killian licked his lips, staring at me expectantly."They were always at different locations. You know him then?""He came up during my search, but it's still unclear how he fits into all of this." Killian leaned forward a bit, forcing me to rest into his desk."Mr. Drake basically runs the whole trafficking ring down in Vegas. A few years back, there was even a rumor about him owning an island. H

The room buzzed with excited men and women, staring at the products they came to spend millions on. The cuffs on my wrists burned into my skin. And my knees ached against the wooden floor. The realization felt as cold as a bucket of ice. Products. It was a fitting term. That was all we were to these men. Livestock for them to use and discard. The auctions were always the worst. Some of us lucked out and got a good owner. But most times, it was the opposite. My past owner had suddenly decided he was into blonds, and sold me back here. Even as I'd begged him to keep me, the bitterness burned into my tongue. Fucking bastard. We knelt on a stage in some kind of auction house. The whole place gleamed with white marble. From the tiles to the walls. The girl next to me, also chained to the hard wooden stage, was shivering. Besides all of us being naked, the air conditioning heightened the cold. Regardless, she seemed to be shaking from fear rather than cold. One of the guards

The morning sun peeked through the heavy grey curtains, pulling me from sleep. The bed beneath me felt warm. An unfamiliar warmth, different from the one that came from the queen-sized bed of my room. A body shifted next to mine, mumbling unintelligibly. Instinctively, I shoved him away, pushing us both out of the bed. Killian stood instantly, in all his shirtless glory, clutching that goddamn handgun like a lifeline. He seriously fucking slept with that thing. Even though he would never shoot me, it still made my heart race. After all, a six-foot-tall tattooed mafia pointing an armed gun wasn't exactly an ideal sight to wake up to. Regardless of how handsome he was. And with his usually tamed and styled hair rough from sleep, he did appear more down to earth. More human and less like the godlike being he always appeared to be. Before he could speak, memories of my panic attack last night rose to my throat along with puke. I stood, rushing to the bathroom, his footsteps c