All Chapters of Sold To The Devil In Armani: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Violet's POV The lights in the underground ballroom were merciless, stabbing into my eyes like needles even before the drugs took full hold. I stood on the low wooden platform, wrists bound behind my back with silk rope that felt almost mocking in its softness. My bare feet pressed against the cool wood, and every shallow breath I managed sent fresh waves of dizziness crashing through me. Whatever cocktail they had injected into my arm earlier still burned in my veins, and it was slowly pulling me towards unconsciousness."Fifty million," A voice rang out, his voice smooth and bored, as if he were purchasing another yacht."Sixty," another countered from the opposite side of the room, amusement curling through the words like smoke.I choked on a sob that clawed its way up my throat. My knees threatened to give out, but the two masked men flanking me gripped my upper arms hard enough to bruise. I twisted my head desperately, searching the room for the one person who could still stop t

Elena's POV"Wife?" I repeated with raised brows. Did he actually say wife, or had I misheard him? No I hadn't, he had indeed said wide, because he raised a brow questioning if I wanted to oppose his words. His dark eyes stared into mine, so fiercely I felt like I was about to drown in them. But Sailor's words echoed in my head "keep your chin up" but all I wanted was to scream. How did I even end up here? One second I was the daughter of one of the most renowned mafia leaders, and in the next I had been sold like a cheap commodity. Carlos picked up the contract, flipping to the first page with deliberate care. "Rule One," he began, as if he were reading the morning news. "You will sleep in my bed every night. No exceptions. No separate rooms. No locking doors."I gripped the edge of the table until my knuckles whitened. The image of waking up beside him again—naked, vulnerable, sent unwanted heat crawling up my neck. I hated how my body remembered the warmth of his skin even though

Carlos's POV Three days had passed since Elena signed her life over to me in blood and ink, and the change in her was… interesting. She still glared at me like she wanted to carve my heart out with a butter knife, but the fight had settled into something sharper. I'd spent the last two days in the basement range with her, teaching her to shoot. She was gifted, scary gifted. Turns out her father had put a gun in her hand when she was sixteen, back when he still pretended to be a decent man. She picked up the Glock like it was an old friend, adjusted her stance without me having to correct her twice, and by the second afternoon she was landing tight groupings at twenty-five yards while I stood behind her, chest pressed to her back, whispering instructions against her ear.She hated how much she liked it. I could see it in the way her breath caught every time I praised her with a low "Good girl." I liked that even more.Tonight, though, there would be no targets, just wolves in tuxedos

Carlos's POV The Vargas family was one of the top members of the syndicate, old money laced with fresh blood, the kind of power that could make even my brother Marco pause before crossing them. Raquel's father had built an empire on cocaine routes through the Caribbean and political bribes that reached all the way to the capital. He'd tried to tie that empire to mine through marriage. I'd walked away the night before the wedding when I learned he'd been feeding information to my brother. Nico Vargas was a man I'd never want to cross. Sure, I'd managed to gain a reputation in the syndicate, it didn't mean I had the strength to do whatever I wanted. Walking away from a contract I'd signed with Nico Vargas meant war, and Raquel had made that painfully obvious with her slap. I still thought about what would happen from now onwards, and I was certain Elena did too. She hadn't said a word since Marco walked away, but her eyes kept darting to the crowd, searching for threats she didn't y

Elena's POV I turned around to face the view while Carlos kept approaching, his footsteps growing louder and louder every passing second. I could tell he was angry, it was obvious from the sound of his footsteps. Good, it was good that he was angry, at least he had a taste of how it felt to be infuriated by someone you thought was on the same team with you. I felt Carlos before I saw him. The heat of his body cut through the breeze as he stopped right behind me, close enough that his presence pressed against my back like an invisible wall. He didn't speak right away. He never did when he was this angry. There was a thick silence, a long one too. Tired of playing pretend, I turned around and faced him. His dark eyes were storm-black, controlled fury simmering just beneath the surface. No shouting. No scene in front of the other guests still milling inside. Just that lethal calm that always made my stomach twist in ways I hated admitting. He reached out and caught my wrist in a gri