The Mafia King's Scarred Posession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

New York. Now.The irritating high-pitched beeping sound drilled into my head. Groaning, I swayed my hand toward the bedside table, ineptly trying to turn the damn alarm off without opening my eyes. It didn't work; it never had. Cursing, I tore my sleepy eyes open enough to navigate my finger to the button.And then… silence. I smiled faintly, but my relief lasted only until I realized what time it was. “Shit,” I muttered, slowly dragging myself from beneath the covers.I entered the bathroom and splashed my face with cold water, hoping to wash off the remains of sleep. The sound of shattering glass and cursing burst through the thin walls, causing me to flinch. I grabbed the sink with both hands, my knuckles bleaching. My body began to tremble, and the well-known tension clenched every inch of me.“Calm down, Poppy,” I choked out, looking at my reflection in the mirror. “It's only your fucked-up neighbors fighting… again.” I forced more air into my lungs and stretched my lips into a f

Grey Maledetti efficiently filled my thoughts as I walked from the bus stop to my apartment building. My mind all too eagerly sent me images of his sinful lips, his dangerous eyes, the tattooed lines on his neck and chest that I would love to trace with my tongue…Yes, I definitely needed to get laid. Lack of sex was clearly messing with my sanity. I couldn't allow myself to follow the same pattern again. I had made enough bad decisions in life, and I had a feeling that one more false move would end with my dead body found in the Hudson River.Surely, had any waitress I knew learned about my encounter, they would have called me a fool for not taking the tip or accepting a ride home… or both. But I knew better, even if, for some fuck-up reason, dark and madly dangerous men were still my type.All of them had this appeal, that unique aura that made them irresistible. I'd seen it in Ardian, too; that was what had drawn me toward him. He had appeared kind and gentle at first. I had mistake

POPPY“What did you fucking give her?!”Someone's roar tore through the blur of my mind. Then my head began to pound. I couldn't see anything. I could only feel—feel pain. “Make it… stop,” I breathed, wrapping my arms around my body, ineptly seeking relief. “Make… it stop…”“You'll feel better soon,” a deep, male voice said. I liked that voice. It soothed me. “Just wait a little longer.”I couldn't open my eyes. My head was spinning. My body trembled. But then the pain faded, and I was pressed against a warm body—a warm and firm man's body. My hand moved, fingers idly tracing the chiseled muscles.“Play nice, Poppy,” the deep voice purred. “You don't want to provoke me now. Trust me.”But I didn't want to play nice. I wanted to touch more. My fingers were all too eager to explore every rigid inch of him, and the heat inside me grew the more I touched. A desperate moan slipped through my lips. I wanted him. I wanted to feel more of him…“Not tonight, Sunshine.” I thought I heard laughte

POPPYJust as Grey had said, a nurse, a lady in her fifties with brown hair tied in a large bun on top of her head, appeared in my room moments after he'd left. She'd barely said a word to me, too focused on her task, or perhaps annoyed with it. I was too weak to argue as she quickly patched my hand and picked another spot to stick another cannula into it. Before I realized what she was doing, sedatives began to enter my body. A few minutes later, my eyes closed…When I'd woken up again, the sunrays falling from the wall-to-ceiling window were the shade of orange and red. The IV drip was gone, and the awful cannula had been replaced by a neat patch. Heart pounding, I scanned the room and sighed in relief when I realized I was alone.Of course, I didn't hope that I wasn't watched. I could bet that at least two cameras were hidden in this room. One of them was right in front of me. I could see the vague red dot in the clock hanging on the wall. A normal person might have missed it, but

“Make yourselves comfortable, gentlemen.” The blond-haired secretary smiled, bowing down low enough to be certain we saw her cleavage. “Don Bellezza will see you shortly.”We hadn't said our names as we entered. Then again, no one had asked us either. The secretary had most likely assumed we were potential buyers and led us to the VIP part of Bellezza's Gallery. I could bet that Bellezza's choice to hire her had little to do with her brains and a lot to do with her other… assets.She swayed her ass from side to side as she led us to velvet-upholstered settees. Lanzo raised his brows in a silent question, but I shook my head, letting him know that this might temporarily work to our advantage.I scanned the room, noting two sentinels standing by large doors, most likely leading to Bellezza's private quarters. I had recognized the two. I had seen them during the auction. They had been the ones who had helped carry Poppy's cage.Once the secretary disappeared to prepare our drinks, I walk