Sold To The Graves Triplets의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

I carefully scanned the room, my eyes running over the guards. Every weapon in the room was drawn at the sight of us.I took a confident step forward."Don't move," one of the guards roared into the quiet ballroom.I took another step forward, gently pushing his weapon to the side. "Is this how you welcome all your guests?""Lady, step back, or I will have no choice but to shoot you."He was underestimating me because I'm a woman. That was the problem with men in the mafia. They thought women were weak, just another trophy to show off.But I was more than just a pretty face."I have a meeting with the senator. I have five hitmen surrounding the building right now. Put your weapons down... or they will have no choice but to shoot you." I said, shooting him a dark smile.He hesitantly lowered his weapon before stepping aside. The rest of the guards followed his lead, raising their hands in surrender."You're walking away?" Gunn asked as we made our way up the staircase."In case you did

The next morning, I woke up to the sound to pans clashing inside the kitchen. I groaned before rolling out of bed. I wrapped a thick white robe around my body, heading into the kitchen. Inside, Gunn had his back turned to me while frying something in a pan. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked in a raspy voice. He swung around to face me, a broad smile resting on his face. "The senator gave Ghost the heads up this morning. He wants to become our partner, all thanks to you.""That doesn't explain why you're making a mess of my kitchen," I said, hitting the back of his head. "Oh, I don't have any food at my place. I never get any time to go grocery shopping. So, I thought, why not eat at Livia's place. You always have food," he started yapping. I sat on a barstool, glaring at him in annoyance. "Any other updates?" I asked, narrowing my eyes on him. "Yes, Ares missed Vissarian on purpose last night. But he successfully managed to shoot his right hand man and we've got that bitch

Ares kissed me like he was starving. His tongue demanded entry, his teeth scraping my bottom lip. My gun lay forgotten on the floor. All that mattered was his mouth, his hands gripping my ass, and the hard ridge of his arousal pressing against my stomach. His hands slid up, pushing the blazer past my shoulders. It dropped to the ground with a soft thud. He continued undressing me until I stood completely naked in front of him. "I needed this. Needed to feel you. Just you. Soft and needy," he said, thumbs circling my nipples until they peaking into hard, aching points. A shiver ran down my spine. I was melting under his touch. I arched into his hands. "I'm not soft," I argued but it sounded weak. Ares chuckled. "You will be," he said, sitting down on a brown leather sofa. He pulled me down to straddle his lap and a soft gasp escaped my lips.The position forced my center right against the hard ridge of his cock. A wave of desire shot through me. I ground down instinctively, earni

The air-conditioner in Gunn's van was refreshing after the suffocating air inside the warehouse. I leaned back in my seat, momentarily closing my eyes. "I heard Ares let Nikolai's wife and kid go. I thought he'd kill them, as the boss ordered him to. But he didn't and Ghost wasn't even pissed at him," Gunn murmured in disbelief. I curiously sat upright, looking at him in shock. "He let them go?" I asked, hope filling my insides. "Apparently," Gunn scoffed, keeping his gaze locked on the road. "Turns out their not all that ruthless," he continued. "That's a relief. Nikolai's wife and kid was innocent. We never should've involved them in this," I sighed tiredly. "What's done is done," Gunn stated, tiredly leaning back in his chair. "What do you think about Kian's proposal?"I turned to him, shock twisting my features. "There's no way we're giving him $20 million. He can settle for way less," I wildly gestured with my hands. "Guess that's why we're here."We pulled into the parkin

I jumped out of Atlas's car, rushing over to Gunn's side. I pressed two fingers to his pulse. A soft breath of relief made its way past my lips. "He's still breathing," I told Atlas who paused for a second. "You sure about that?" He asked before jumping out of his car. He lifted Gunn out of the car, carrying him into a small building. I curiously took in our surroundings. I'd never been to this part of the city before. But I trusted Atlas. I trusted that he knew what he was doing. We entered a makeshift hospital. It seemed underground, dark, and illegal. A doctor slowly came into our line of view. He was busy operating on someone, a tattooed man, lying lifelessly on the table. Atlas set Gunn down on a metallic table before moving toward the doctor. He grabbed the man by his collar and dragged him over to Gunn. "My friend is dying. Save him or I'll kill you," Atlas blankly stated. "Yes, Mr Graves," the doctor uttered, nervously nodding in Atlas's direction. The doctor washed hi