All Chapters of Bought By The Irish Mafia Boss: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Elena His hand doesn’t leave my waist. Not when the music shifts. Not when people start watching. Not when I try to create space between us. If anything, his grip tightens.“Dance,” he says quietly.Not a request. Of course not. I let out a slow breath, lifting my chin slightly as I place my hand in his.“Still giving orders?” I murmur.His eyes don’t soften. “Still not listening?”I almost smile. Almost. Then he pulls me closer. The world fades in a way I hate.Or maybe… don’t. The music is slow. Intimate. Designed for something softer than this. But there’s nothing soft about the way his hand presses against my lower back. Nothing soft about the way he controls every step. Guides. Leads. Owns the rhythm. And somehow my body follows.I hate that part the most.“You’re making a scene,” I s

ElenaI feel him before I see him. Cillian’s presence doesn’t fade even when he steps away; it lingers. Heavy. Controlling. Like the echo of something I can’t quite shake off.“Stay close,” he told me.I didn’t answer. Because I’m still deciding if I will. Now he stands across the room with Kenji, the two of them speaking like nothing happened. Like I didn’t just get dragged into a private room and told I’m suddenly part of something bigger than I understand. Like, I didn’t just get claimed in front of everyone.My jaw tightens. I need air. I don’t tell anyone. I just turn and walk, keeping my head high, my steps steady, like I’m not leaving, I’m choosing to move.The hallway is quieter. Cooler. The noise from the gala dulls behind me as I push open the restroom door and step inside. Silence. Finally. I step up to the mirror, placing my hands on the marble counter, starin

Elena I wake up restless. Not the usual kind. Not the kind that fades after a shower, or a coffee, or pretending everything is fine. This one sits under my skin. Scratching. Pushing. Making the walls feel too close.I stare at the ceiling for a long second, then turn my head toward the window. The city is already awake. Moving. Living.And I’m trapped. My jaw tightens. I swing my legs out of bed, running a hand through my hair as I stand. I don’t bother looking for Cillian. He’s either in his office… or already gone.Either way… Same result. I step out into the main space, barefoot, arms crossed loosely over myself, trying to ignore the way the penthouse suddenly feels too quiet. Too controlled. Too his.Liam is already there. Of course he is. Leaning slightly against the wall like he’s been there for hours, watching everything without looking like he is.His eyes lift when I enter. “Morning.

Cillian The flowers are already in her room when I find out. Of course they are. Nothing about Kenji Takahashi is accidental. I don’t touch them at first. I just stand there, looking at the arrangement sitting on her table like it belongs in this place. White orchids. Clean. Precise. Expensive. Calculated.Everything about him is.“Who let these in?” I ask, my voice flat.Liam is behind me. “They were delivered through the main desk,” he says. “Cleared as a priority package.”Of course they were. I step closer slowly, my gaze dropping to the card tucked between the stems. I already know it’s from him. I don’t need to read it to know. But I do anyway. “For the woman who doesn’t fear dangerous men”.My jaw tightens. There’s more.“Dinner. Tonight. You and her. Consider it… a continuation of our conv

Elena Something feels… off. I don’t know when it starts. Maybe it’s the way the room is too quiet. Or the way everyone is pretending it’s not. Cillian and Kenji Takahashi are talking across from me, voices low, controlled, like every word matters more than it sounds.I try to follow. Numbers. Routes. Something about shipments. But my attention keeps drifting. Not to the conversation. To the room. To the way the staff move. To the way the guards stand just a little too stiff. To the feeling crawling up my spine. I shift slightly in my chair. Cillian notices. Of course he does. His hand brushes my knee under the table. Subtle. Grounding. Stay. I don’t look at him. But I still. Kenji’s gaze flicks to me again. Too observant. Too aware.“You’re distracted,” he says calmly.“I’m listening,&r