Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's Private Gigolo: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Chris’s POVLook, before you judge me, understand something first: I didn’t have a choice.This world hasn’t exactly been kind to me. The day I was born, my mother died bringing me into it. Ever since then, my father has treated me like a curse he never asked for. Every bruise, every beating, every drunken rant always comes back to the same thing.You killed her.For a while, my aunt kept me going. She paid for my education, bought my books, made sure I ate, and reminded me that maybe my life could become something better. She was the only person who ever truly loved me.Then she died too.After that, it was just me.Me paying tuition.Me paying rent.Me surviving.Now I’m in college with nobody to lean on except myself, and honestly? Survival doesn’t leave room for pride.That’s why I took this job.Sex work pays well. Better than most dead-end jobs people love suggesting when they’ve never had to choose between eating and staying in school. So if you’re judging me for doing what I n

Chris's POV There are only two things in this world capable of draining the life out of me completely:My father when he comes home drunk…and Mrs. Adelaide’s lectures.“I expect all essays submitted before the commencement of examinations,” Mrs. Adelaide droned from the front of the hall. “They will contribute greatly to your continuous assessment scores.”I swear every word out of that woman’s mouth aged me another year.Just as she announced she was moving on to the next topic, the siren suddenly blared across the lecture hall, signaling the end of her class period.Thank God.Relief washed through the room instantly as students began packing up. Honestly, another ten minutes in that class and my soul might’ve left my body permanently.I slung my bag over my shoulder and stepped out into campus, already feeling the weight of another problem settling onto my chest.Money.Always money.I still had part of my tuition left to pay, and exams were getting dangerously close. Three whole

Chris's POV Okay. So this is actually happening. I actually got a client. And no, before anyone asks, I’m not excited. Terrified? Absolutely. Confused? Definitely. But mostly, all I can think about is tuition. That’s literally it. Tuition. Every thought in my brain somehow loops back to those damn fees. The moment I stepped into Silver Slippers, my stomach started twisting itself into knots. I headed straight for Esteban’s office and found him talking to one of the women from the house. The second I walked in, both of them stopped talking. They exchanged a look. Yeah, not suspicious at all. Esteban jerked his head toward the door, signaling for her to leave. She brushed past me on her way out, and okay — maybe I stared a second too long. Not sexually. Relax. I was just… observing. Anyway. “Come here, kid,” Esteban called. I walked over while he motioned for me to sit down across from his desk. As usual, there was a cigar hanging from h

Chris's POVI’m dying. No, literally — I can’t breathe. I’m on my knees, swallowing this man’s cock, working my tongue around the shaft, circling the head, trying to do my job. My jaw aches. He’s too big — unfairly, absurdly big — and the worst part is that he’s still soft. If you’re not into guys, why order a male escort and put me through this? I’m just kneeling here, licking salt and skin, gulping down saliva so I don’t make a mess while I suck his fat cock. I try not to look him in the eye. I focus on the task. But he fists a hand in my hair and yanks my head up to meet his gaze. He looks at me with no expression at all, and I swear I see something glint in his eye. Cold. I don’t like it. Fuck. He’s hardening in my mouth. That’s a turn of events, and not the convenient kind. I could barely handle him at soft. Now he’s growing, swelling, filling my mouth beyond what it can contain. He starts moving his hips forward, thrusting deeper. Each push takes up more space than I have

Chris's POV “Whatchu coming to me for, kid?”Esteban leaned back in his chair, his massive stomach practically swallowing the desk as he eyed the thick wad of cash I dropped in front of him.“That’s his payment,” I muttered, wincing the second I shifted my weight.God.Everything hurt.Esteban glanced at the money, then back at me.For a moment, he just stared.“Kid,” he finally said, almost amused, “I don’t need your cash.”I frowned.“That’s your tip.”I stare dumbfounded at EstebanExcuse me?My brain genuinely stopped functioning for a second.Esteban puffed smoke from his cigar while rocking lazily in his chair.“He already pays a yearly subscription worth more money than you’ve probably ever seen,” he continued casually. “The Don tips whoever he likes. That stack’s yours.”Mine?All of it?I stared down at the money again like it might suddenly disappear if I blinked too hard.No.There was no way.I had never held that much cash in my life before.Never.