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Damian.

I watched her leave and cursed. I felt strangled by helplessness.

How could i ever hope to make things right between us? She hated me, and she had every right to.

I turned to Tony, who had also watched Hope go, a frown etched on his face. “What brought you here in such a hurry?” I demanded.

Tony reached into the jacket of his suit and pulled out a folded newspaper. He tossed it onto the table in front of me . “This did.”

I opened it and immediately cursed in four languages. On the front page was a picture of Hope being carried by Tony on the day she had run from the apartment. Underneath were pictures of me and of Rosie with a story outlining the soap opera saga that highlighted every single facet of my relationship with Hope.

I threw the paper across the room with vicious force. “It had to be Rosie. None of my men would have spoken to the press.”

Tony nodded his agreement. “Since you had her arrested for her theft and her duplicity in keeping the ransom demands from yo
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  • SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD   Chapter Fifty five

    Hope. I stood in the bedroom, staring out the window with unseeing eyes. Nothing Damian did at this point should hurt me, but he still had that power over me , much to my dismay. “Hope .” I swung around to see Damian standing in the doorway. He looked tired, his features drawn and his eyes worried. There was something else in his expression. Sadness and...fear? He started forward, a little hesitantly. “We need to talk.” I tensed then braced myself for what I knew would come. His repudiation of me. I turned my face away but nodded. Yes, we needed to talk and get it done with. His fingers curled around my chin, and he gently turned me to face him. “Don’t look like that, Hope. I do not like to see you so sad.” “Please,” i begged. “Just say what it is you want to say. Don’t draw it out.” He lowered his hand to capture my wrist. His thumb brushed across my pulse, which jumped and sped up at his touch. “Come, sit down.” I let him lead me over to the bed. He eased down besides me

  • SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD   Chapter Fifty six

    Hope I woke up tired and picked up my phone. It showed six missed calls. All from Isabella, my sister. After my memory returned, i remembered she had given me her number. I tried to call her Last night but it went straight to voice mail. I looked at my phone, no texts showed, but voice mails after each one. “Hey, Hope. Call me when you get this.” “Checking in, Hope. You there?” “Um, I’m feeling like a stalker. You can’t still be mad at me. Hell, you can be whatever you want. Shit, I would be pissed. Okay, please don’t be mad at me.” “Fuck.” Effie’s voice in the background, then my sister again. “No, honey, mommy didn’t say a bad word.” I smiled. “Hope, if you don’t call me back right now, I’m getting in my car and driving over there!” “Fuck. I’m on my way!” I checked the time of the messages. The last one was from about an hour and a half ago. Which meant she would be here any minute. I pocketed the phone and ran out the door. On my way down the stairs, I heard a voice I recog

  • SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD   Chapter Fifty Seven

    Hope. We walked outside and away from the house toward the swimming pool. “How is he? When no one’s around, I mean?” “Bossy.” I couldn’t tell her about earlier. About any of it. “And gone, mostly.He just got back from wherever he was, actually.” “He looks at you like he wants to eat you alive.” He scared me, but I didn’t want to say that out loud, and not to Izzy. “I can’t figure him out. He is horrible one second, then nice. Almost…caring. Like he gives a shit what I feel or think.” I picked a single dandelion growing in the otherwise immaculate lawn. “But then he is a jerk again, and then he disappears.” “Is he making you…” she hesitated. “Sleep with him?” She nodded. “Not yet.”I lied “Good. Are you able to come and go?” “I don’t know. Not on my own, I think.” “Okay, that’s fine. I’ll just come get you. If he wants to send someone to follow us, we’ll deal.” “It doesn’t matter, Izzy. I’m stuck here.” “Luke and I…We are not going to sit back and let them have everything. L

  • SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD   Chapter Fifty Eight

    Damian. Growing up, I had loved coming to the house in the Adirondacks, but that felt like a hundred years ago. Now, as we neared the property, Hope sat beside me in the car, everything about her tense. She looked beautiful in the cream colored dress I had chosen, her auburn hair piled high on her head, dark eye makeup accenting the almond shape of her whiskey colored eyes. I touched her knee as we pulled up to the security gate. She startled. “You will be fine. I will stay with you.” She nodded, but the tension kept rolling off her. I hated this. Knew as I waved to the guard and pulled around back to the garage that she was here to be shown around, shown off, a token of my father’s of my family's triumph. I also knew my father had not forgotten what she had done. He would punish her for it, and I had a feeling he would do it tonight. I just needed to keep her reined in nice and tight. After parking the car, I climbed out and met Hope on her side. “I feel sick.” I slid her h

  • SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD   Chapter Fifty Nine

    Damian. I took my jacket off and hung it over the back of a chair, then loosened my tie, unbuttoning the top buttons of my dress shirt before it choked me. All the while, my eyes remained locked on hers. I walked toward her, rolling my right shirt sleeve up as I went. I wondered if she knew what was coming, what had to happen now. Why the room adjacent to ours became suddenly so quiet, as if there wasn’t an audience just beyond the doors to bear witness. I reached for the buckle of my belt and undid it. That was when she understood. She made to rise, but I was too close and caught her halfway up. “Make this easy on yourself,” I whispered, wondering if those in the other room heard the swoosh of my belt as I yanked it from its loops, pulled her up out of her chair, and pushed her to bend over the table that had yet to be wiped down. “Damian ,” she began. “Quiet.” I shoved her dress up to her waist. She struggled, but I held her flat and pushed her panties down so they slipped from

  • SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD   Chapter sixty

    Hope. I looked at the window. Sunlight filtered through the crack between the curtains. I blinked, confused for a moment, but the soreness between my legs and on my ass quickly reminded me of where I was. The clock beside the bed read 7:04 a.m. I dragged the silk sheet up over my naked body, sat up, flinched, and lay back down. Beside me, the empty pillow lay sideways. I touched it, leaned over and buried my nose in it, then reared back and shook my head. What the hell was I doing? He had whipped me, humiliated me, then fucked me. I had cum. I had begged him to fuck me harder. I hated myself. No, I hated him. I needed to remember that. Why was it so hard to remember that? I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. He must have showered recently. Steam still fogged up the corners of the mirror, and the scent of his aftershave hung in the air. I found I liked it, felt somehow comforted by it. The devil you know. That’s all that was. I knew Damian . I knew his limits. Fuc

  • SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD   Chapter sixty one

    Damian. I could not win. No one could. What I said to her, I meant it. Francis spears would win. And everyone else would lose. Hope went straight to her room when we got back to the house, and I shut myself up in my study. She hadn’t talked to me the entire ride. Probably pissed at me, which I expected. I would deal with that later, though, because as soon as i booted up my laptop, I saw an e-mail from Roman regarding Luke’s activities. Luke had been busy indeed, meeting with various members of the Paganibfamily in the tristate area. We knew that, though. That wasn’t new. It was the next part that intrigued me. He was spending his nights in Isabella’s bed Isabella was Hope’s sister. That’s why it so surprised me to learn that I was wrong. That he wasn’t Effie’s father. But that wasn’t the strangest thing. In fact, what I saw made zero sense. I picked up the phone and dialed Roman, but before he could answer, the door burst open. Hope stood in the doorway, looking pissed off. “S

  • SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD   Chapter sixty two

    Hope. I couldn’t believe this. He had just left, walked out! I had really thought last night, after what had happened in the bedroom, the things he had said, I thought he felt something. And even as I had told him I hated him, I didn’t. I had held fast, refusing to let go. I felt something for him. Then this morning, when he had defended me, didn’t that mean something? And what about when he had been so possessive when he had seen Tony in our room? God, I was stupid. His cell phone buzzed again, and I got up. He had forgotten it in his rush. The latest text was on the screen. “Are you getting my messages? I need you!” The name of the contact read Naya. Naya needed him? Of course his ex girlfriend needed him. And he had dropped everything for her. In a fucking heartbeat, he had dropped everything and run out of the house, not even remembering to take his cell phone with him! Fine. That was fine. She was probably the reason he would release me from my contract. He didn’t want

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  • SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD   Chapter 129

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  • SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD   Chapter 128

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  • SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD   Chapter 127

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  • SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD   Chapter 126

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  • SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD   Chapter 125

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  • SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD   Chapter 124

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  • SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD   Chapter 123

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