All Chapters of Under His Rule: Bound To The Mafia Boss : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“I don’t think there is a need for an ambulance." A rough voice rumbled behind her, and Sophia turned briskly to it. Her eyes were blurry; she couldn’t make out his face. Only his towering height and his stance. His legs were wide and arms folded across his chest. She gently dropped her father to the marble tile floor, attempting to stand up. But his hand shot out and caught her. "Do... do... don't go." The pungent smell of copper was getting thicker in the air, her father’s face covered with his blood. He was getting choked on it. A tear fell down from the tip of her nose to his neck. She wiped her nose, a quiet sniffling escaping her. She couldn’t let him die. He was the only thing she had. She would be an orphan if he died. “Dad, please, I’m sorry. Please wait; let me get an ambulance. I don’t know why no one is answering." She wriggled, trying to stand up to call an ambulance; his bloody hands reached out, and he brought her face to his gaze. His hands we

Sophia rifled through her closet, throwing every cloth she came in contact with over her head, screaming. It was the morning of her father’s funeral. Her hands wouldn’t stop trembling as she struggled to find a cloth to wear. She tried taking a deep breath, but it caught somewhere in her throat. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her father’s bloody face. Choking on his blood His eyelids closing. Not a single tear escaped her eyes. She stared blankly at her reflection through the mirror, standing motionless in nothing but her bra and panties. A maid had come to inform her she was to take her bath and dress up; then the master was going to come to her, and she scoffed at that word. Master? The sound of the room door opening and closing, then the closet door alerted her someone came into her room. The air shifted. She didn’t need to turn to know he was there. She continued searching through a shoe rack before turning to smile up at him. “I was really waiting fo

Throwing the amber liquid down his throat from the glass in his hand, Luca dragged the ends of his hair knowing his skull would be in pain. He wanted the pain, but that didn’t matter with the thoughts that swirled in his head. He was stuck right now with Peter's daughter and the baggage that came with her and the trouble he had on his own, and there was the same Peter's daughter giving him problems. As the capo and Don of his family. Too many expectations and responsibilities were on his shoulders, and it was getting too heavy to carry right now with everything going on. While he poured more drink from the decanter, he didn’t notice the door opening or someone entering the room until a pair of legs appeared before him. He closed his eyes and groaned. “What now?” He tipped the glass, and the liquid raced down his throat in a single swoop. “I told you everything before I left. Kill everyone; don’t spare a soul. Those motherfuckers…” He gritted his molars. “They messed

It's been three days since Luca went back home from his club, as much as he wanted to see Sophia’s face and feel her skin beneath his palm. Touch and feel—she was real, where he left her; that would be when she was asleep and he didn’t want a sleeping princess. He was no prince and didn’t want to be one. He rubbed his hand down from his hair to his face and took a gulp from the drink in his hand. This was depressing, he knew, pining over a woman that saw him as nothing but a murderer. There was no way he could convince her otherwise from what she had seen the day her father died, not like it was a lie, but there was more to it. He groaned and pressed his forehead with his fingers. Headache. She was giving him a non-stop headache, and he didn’t know how to relieve it. He stood up from his chair, ready to go back to his room. He had a room here, inside his office, for meetings that ran into the night and locations that were too far off from his house. This place was close

Luca groaned and angled her head for him to take her lips into his mouth more deeply. He probed her lips for entrance, and she whimpered, but Luca swallowed it up with his tongue slipping in without hesitation. Their lips fought for dominance, but Luca kissed her with precision and authority. Sophia gave in, pressing her hand against his chest, trying to push him. “St—” He claimed her mouth again, not giving her a breather as he sucked down on her lips and tongue. She raised her hand to his hair to push him away, but her fingers tugged him closer, seeking him out. “So stubborn," he murmured through the kisses and bit into her lower lip. The metallic taste of blood flowed into his mouth, and he sucked it all up. This was it. Heaven. Sophia turned and faced him, the dam breaking, and she dragged him to her, pressing her chest to him. Her tank top was so light that Luca felt the pucker of her tightened nipples. He pulled away from her to look at her face, but everyw