All Chapters of The Mafia's Toyboy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ETHAN'S POV“Let's get going. Don Draven is expecting you.” The leader said as we got out of the vehicle.The environment was dimly lit and the smell of cigarettes filled the air. As we walked into what seemed like a hall, I caught sight of hefty men guarding every corner of the building. The looks on their faces told me I was into a deep shit.Once we cornered the hall, I paused at the door we were facing. The leader turned to me. “Wait here.” he said, before proceeding inside.A few seconds later, he walked out and looked at me.“Get in.” With a heavy breath and a thudding heart, I forced myself to enter. The moment I walked through the doors, I was met with a scene that made me want to retrace my steps.Sitting directly opposite me was a man called Draven. The Mafia lord feared by the whole of Italy. He was exactly who they said he was; dark haired, blue icy eyes, sculptured and cruel looking face and muscles that could crush me in an instant.Even the atmosphere around him was e

ETHAN'S POVI was sour.My ass hurts.My whole body ached.And worst still, I had a fever.As I laid on the bed, I could only coil my body and cover myself up. It was 8 am and I had barely gotten the strength to stand or even open the curtains.Draven was kind enough to let his men allow me to have my privacy in a newly arranged room which was better than the red room. There was a bed, dark curtain drapes, a dressing mirror and a chair beside it. Only seeing the room at first, I knew he wanted to keep me locked up till he had found a way to do away with me. Now, I couldn't do anything, not even to escape.“Fuck!” I cried out as I turned to the other side.Suddenly, I heard a sound. I tried raising my head only to see Marco walking in.“What are you doing under the sheets?” he asked me as he approached.I did not answer. There was no energy left in me to do so. I knew that must have made him angry because he quickly walked to the bed and held the sheet.He pulled the sheets hard, sayi

ETHAN'S POV “I don't want to eat.” I told Marco the moment he entered with a tray of food.“You have to. If Don Draven tells you to eat, you must eat.” “I would rather die.” I muttered as he bent and placed the food in front of me.It has been two days and I have barely had anything. Even though the food was appetizing, the thought of losing my family to reside in the devil's territory was enough for me to lose my appetite. “You should be glad Don hasn't done away with you yet. You are the longest to last for two days.” Marco said as he stood up.I looked away.“The last person was killed for refusing to cooperate.”“Then why didn't he kill me too?”“I wonder too. Draven is not the man to accept such an attitude.” Marco said, then he pointed at the food, “the food is getting cold, you better eat fast.”“I don't want to.” I insisted.Marco’s expression changed as he heaved a breath, then he carried the tray and cast me a glance.“You should be glad you have food to eat, others bare

ETHAN'S POVBy the time Draven was done with me, I was exhausted and breathing heavily as removed his weight from me.I grabbed the sheets tight and bit my lips wanting to speak, but I was scared. He looked like he could kill me in an instant with his cold stare.“I don't want to go.” I blurted as I watched Draven sit up.It was quick and unexpected. Draven froze, then he turned to look at me. I maintained my stare back at him, my eyes soft with the hope that he would get angry.But he said nothing as he leaned in to remove the straps withholding my hands. I held my breath.“You have to do as you're told,” he said in a stern voice as he sat back up. “You have no right to refute.”I shut my eyes, feeling sad.It had not worked. The sex had not worked. He was still going to let me go.“I'll send Marco to help you get ready.” he said as he wore his clothes. Then he turned to me with a cold expression, “and you better not try anything stupid again. The lives of your mother and sister ar

ETHAN'S POV The next place I found myself after taking too much alcohol was outside the room. Or maybe I was thrown out by Marco who was firm on sending me into Moretti's den. Either way, I couldn't remember anything, but the present, which was me sitting outside the door. Suddenly, I got up, putting my hand over my head to feel the temperature. It was normal, but I was still feeling dizzy. Worst still, I could barely stand. As I struggled to get up, my heart was beating fast. This time I was all alone, no one, not even Marco was around, plus I had a mission to accomplish and if I did not, I was certain Draven would bury me alive. As I stood, I recalled Marco's words when he told me about Moretti's hideout. He had said it was above us, which meant I had to find my way into his territory. I let out a heavy breath and began to walk with my hand on the wall to support myself. When I got to the stairs, there was no one. I paused for a moment. What if it was a trap? What if the