Author’s POV Ashley put on a straight face as she sashayed down her stairs in the lingerie she was wearing. The living room was beautified by the light of nature that was entering through the open windows. Although she was drunk last night, she managed to satisfy her sexual urge. "Over here queen," Jake said waving at her from the dining table, he was the only one eating there with a lot of dishes in front of him. It was the weekend, so she didn’t need to go to work. She heaved a sigh, walking over to him at the dining table. She sat on her special chair in the middle of the table, she was used to having Chris at the table too. She grabbed her fork and poked it into a slice of beef. She was about to put the food in her mouth when she heard footsteps behind her. The next thing she felt was a gun being pressed against her thick hair. "Stay still, don’t move." She heard Noah’s voice, lifting her hand in the air. "You, too, put your hands up," Noah said to Jake, who quickly lifted his h
"Wait are you trying to say I am your sex slave?" He inquired with his mouth slightly open. "Shh..." She shushed him and continued. "Rule number two: As an able-bodied former police officer, you are required to go on missions for me, even if it means putting your life on the line. You should be ready to die for me." She said with her eyes still glued to the book. He swallowed saliva. "Lastly, you are not allowed to have feelings." She concluded closing the book. His face flushed. "B-But I am a human!" He protested. "There is an extra rule: no going against me or asking stupid questions." She declared and rose from the chair, walking over to him confidently with her head held high. She stood in front of Xander, who was boiling with rage inside of him. She trailed her fingers from his chest down to his pants and grabbed his dick. He opened his mouth wide in surprise, and she closed it for him with her slender fingers. "I said you are not allowed to have feelings, that means you are
"I would have never thought that I would lose my father so soon, but here I am… he was my inspiration, the one that taught me how to live, he taught me how to be strong and also fight for what I believed in, now I will try my best to live my best life for him, I will make him proud and exact revenge for him," she said, and the crowd started cheering. "Yea! Kill that madafucker!" a gangster in the crowd shouted. She didn’t allow Noah to attend the funeral, she had locked him away in her room because he didn’t want to leave her house. "My father will forever be the lord of the streets. To honor his death today, I want all of you to paint the city green and kill anyone that gets in the way, even if it’s a police officer or not!" Ashley declared and turned around, gently dropping the bouquet on her father’s grave. "I love you, Papa, rest in peace," she said, blinking back the tears in her eyes. Chris approached her with his injured arm. "So where do you want to go now, my queen?" He ask
"What I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't think you're special because you aren't. We have also been in this kind of situation before when she will be giving us attention or having sex with us, but that’s all there is. She will never get emotionally attached to you. She is a sex addict. She will never fall in love with you." Jake said. Xander frowned. "Chill, man, I don't like her or have feelings for her, and I don't want to be emotionally attached to her, I'm here against my will, and I have no choice but to do whatever she wants me to do, even if it means having sex with her every day," Xander replied. "I don’t know why she is doing all this, but I will try my best to help you." Jake gave Xander his word. Xander simply smiled and nodded his head. Ashley came to a halt outside her front door, noticing a swarm of gunmen on every corner of her mansion. They all had expressionless faces and were wearing black suits. "Are you sure this is my mansion?" she asked Chris. "Yes, I cal
Noah moved his feet in the rope that was tied to the chair. "Don’t move," Ashley said, placing her hand on the trigger. Jake whispered to Chris. Chris took a step forward, standing behind Ashley. “Ashley, please don’t do this. I know you are sad that you lost your father but killing him won’t bring him back, it will just bring more problems," he said. But Ashley's body was still tense, she had made up her mind to kill Noah. "I am sorry, Chris, but I can’t listen to you right now. I am sorry." She said and fired the shot, but Xander intervened just in time, causing her to shoot out the window instead. "Stay out of this!" She yelled at Xander and attempted to shoot Noah again. Noah started trying to untie the rope from his feet with his hands quivering. "I said don’t move!" Ashley roared. “Ashley, please don’t kill him, didn’t you say you wanted to torture him? If he dies, how are you going to torture him?" Chris asked, placing a hand on Ashley’s back. Ashley’s eyes shifted back and
Xander’s POV After all the drama that led to the death of Kendrick’s son, I managed to take some photos of his dead body before Jake left with his corpse. I was planning to steal the gun too, so I would have strong evidence against her. I was just waiting for her to make a mistake, I didn’t know she would make a mistake so soon, and I have barely spent a day here. I was lying on the bed in the room she gave me. she hadn’t left her room since the incident. I didn’t know if she was crying or if she was still grieving for her father. I pinched my pillow to make it perfect and rested my head on it before going to sleep. By the time I woke up, it was already dusk. I strolled out of my room and stopped to stare at the door of her room before descending the stairs. The house was sparkling clean, the maids had finished doing their jobs. When I heard footsteps, I turned around to see Ashley walking down the stairs in a killer outfit—a short leather gown that stopped at her thigh—and it was sh
Ugh! I grasped her neck with clenched teeth and said, "How can you do that to me, bitch?" I roared at her face, her forehead creased into a frown, and she grabbed my hand. "Because you are my slave, now get your hands off me!" She yelled back. "No! Just because I agreed to be your slave doesn’t mean you can treat me this way. I can get you arrested for this, you know." I threatened. "You can’t do that." She yanked my hand off her neck brace and signalled her men. The men pulled me off the couch by the hand, and one of them shoved a sack over my head, I couldn’t see a thing. I felt her soft hand on my chest. "You want to be stubborn, huh? I think I have welcomed you more than enough, now I want to show you how much of a monster I can be until you submit to me." she starts. "Don’t ever call me a bitch again, or I will make you eat your word and call me queen." "You don’t have to be—" she cut in before Chris, whom I believed had entered the room when she was giving me this awful mark,
"If you want me to stop, say, my queen, I am sorry. Please stop spanking me," she said, and this time her hand landed on the left side of my thigh. Never! I couldn’t give in to her demands, even if she were a gangster. She smacked my dick again, this time on the place she had hit me before increasing the pain. "Bitch! Stop! Stop hitting me, you are not going to get what you want!" I snapped. "Then I will just keep doing this, you seem to like it." She said and slapped my thigh again. She was a goddamn bitch. She hit my dick again and again, and this time I couldn’t hold back any longer. I screamed. "You think you are stubborn, uh? I am more stubborn, if you don’t say the magic word, we are going to stay here forever." "Fuck! You are a bloody psycho, you should go to hell if you think I will give in to you!" I shouted, but I just received a little chuckle from her, she stroked my dick back and forth, taking away the pain from earlier and making me groan in both torture and pleasure.
Dear beloved readers,As I sit down to write this author's note, tears of gratitude and joy fill my eyes. I cannot express how much happiness it brings me to know that you have embarked on this incredible journey with me, deep into the world of the mafia queen and her enthralling story. Your support and dedication have meant the world to me, and I am forever grateful for each and every one of you.With a bittersweet feeling in my heart, I must inform you that the journey of Book One has come to a close. The captivating tale of the mafia queen has reached its end, but fear not, my dear readers, for this is only the beginning. Book Two is right around the corner, waiting to sweep you off your feet once again.I have poured my heart and soul into crafting this novel for you, and I am overjoyed to hear that it has touched your hearts and minds. Your enthusiasm and encouragement have inspired me every step of the way, and for that, I am eternally grateful.Now, I have a little secret to sh
The following day dawned, casting an eerie light upon the grim gathering. Old man Carl stood resolutely on the shore of the sea, his face devoid of any trace of a smile. His stern expression and commanding voice cut through the air as he explained the rules of the game to Ashley and her group, who faced the submarines assigned to each of them.An intense tension settled upon the shore, amplified by Xander's frequent glances in Ashley's direction. She stood a mere inches away from him, next to Jake, while Carl loomed behind them all."Each of you knows exactly why you're here, you bunch of assholes," Carl began, his voice carrying across the water. He gestured toward the six sleek submarines bobbing in the water behind him. "Today, someone will meet their end, and this game will determine who. You will race in these submarines. The first five to cross the finish line shall be spared. The person who crosses last will pay with their life."With a sinister smile, he pulled out a handgun f
Mason stood outside his car in the dimly lit alley, stubbornly refusing to get inside while Melody persistently tapped on the window behind him. He retrieved a matchbox and a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it up and taking a long drag."Sorry to keep you waiting. You know that queen is a handful," Carl said, spreading his hands as he approached Mason from the other side of the alley."What was all that? Why did you make me look like a fool, you old hag?" Mason growled, exhaling a plume of smoke. Carl stood before him, a smirk playing on his lips."Perhaps you still consider her your queen?" Mason questioned."Hell no. She's nobody's queen. Just a naive little girl claiming to rule Miami when she's nothing without her dead father," Carl remarked. Mason extinguished his cigarette on Carl's shirt, leaving a stain behind. "If I find out the punishment you plan for her is a joke, I'll come for both of you. Mark my words, old hag." Mason's words carried the weight of a promise. He grab
Ashley anxiously bit her lip, her mind racing as she desperately searched for a solution. "I don't have access to my money at the moment," she admitted, her voice filled with determination. "But I promise I'll find a way to get it to you. Please, help me put Mason in his place."Carl shrugged, his indifferent expression unchanged. "Fine, I'll do it for you," he conceded before turning on his heel and heading towards the door.Just as Carl left, Xander emerged from the bathroom, a towel in hand, patting his damp hair dry. A furrow formed on his brow as he observed the scene before him, sensing that something was amiss. Concern etched his features as he approached Ashley. "What's going on?" he asked, his eyes fixed on her with genuine worry.Turning to face him, Ashley's eyes brimmed with determination. "I have to eliminate Mason once and for all," she declared firmly.Xander's brow furrowed deeper as he raised an important point. "Are you sure that's the real reason you're going? Or is
The sound of Mason’s ringing phone pierced through the silence of the room, waking him up from his sleep. He let out a groan as he reached for the phone on his nightstand, his hand brushing his hair back."Carl, do you have any idea what time it is?" Mason scolded as he answered the call.But his scolding was cut short as he heard Ashley’s voice on the other end of the line. His heart skipped a beat at the mention of her name, but he quickly composed himself."What do you want, Ashley?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady."You have been asleep all day," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "I’m coming to take my mother, and you better be ready to hand her over. Meet me at the location I will send you, or you will regret it."Mason felt a surge of anger course through his veins. How dare she threaten him like that?"No, Ashley," Mason replied firmly. "I’m not playing your games. This game is mine to play. You come to me if you want your mother back, I will send you the loc
Mason dragged Mary to the pool area, her screams echoing through the empty halls. The afternoon sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow on the cold water of the pool. He threw her into the shallow end of the pool, and she splashed around frantically, trying to keep her head above water."Please, Mason, please," Mary pleaded as he repeatedly shoved her head under the water, "Get this on camera." Mason ordered his henchmen, "I want Ashley to see what happens to those who cross me." Mary struggled to breathe as her head remained underwater for too long, but just as Mason was about to let her drown, he pulled her head out to prevent her from dying.Melody had followed them to the pool area, horrified by what she saw. "Please, Mason, stop this," Melody pleaded, tears streaming down her face. "You're hurting her. You're hurting everyone. Please, I'm begging you." But Mason just sneered at her, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "You don't understand, Melody," he said. "Ashley needs to see that I
"Are you okay?" Xander asked, moving closer to Ashley.Ashley took a deep breath and looked at Xander. "No, I'm not okay," she said, her voice low. "I don't love my mother, but I feel like I have to save her. I don't want to be an orphan." Xander looked at her, concern etched on his face. He put his arm around her, trying to offer some comfort. Ashley appreciated the gesture but couldn't shake the feeling that she was in a dangerous situation. Carl was standing right next to them, observing their interaction with a disapproving look on his face. Ashley couldn't help but feel like she was being watched all the time.Xander understood the gravity of the situation, and he knew that this must be hard for her. "I'm here for you. We'll get through this together," he said, pulling her into a warm embrace.To everyone's surprise, Ashley gave Xander a crushing hug, as if she needed it more than anything else in the world. Carl, being the old man he was, remarked, "Ashley finally has a boyfrien
Mary's heart beat wildly as she strode past the imposing entrance of Ashley's mansion, brushing past the stoic goons who guarded the perimeter. Her eyes darted around the spacious living room, searching for Ashley. "Ashley! Ashley! Come out, we need to talk!" Her voice echoed through the room.Mason heard the commotion and burst out of his room, gun in hand. He descended the stairs at a breakneck pace, his heart pounding in his chest. When he reached the bottom, he was surprised to see a middle-aged woman standing in the living room, impeccably dressed in a fashionable outfit."Who the hell are you?" Mason growled, pointing his gun at Mary.Mary didn't flinch. "Chris, where's Ashley? I need to speak with her," she demanded, her eyes blazing.Mason chuckled darkly. "My name's not Chris, lady. And who the hell are you to be demanding to see Ashley?"Mary felt a chill run down her spine when she saw the cold, hard look in Mason's eyes. She knew she was in trouble. "Please, I need to see
Ashley was in a steamy bath with Xander, their bodies intertwined as they kissed passionately. She could feel his hands on her waist as he trailed kisses down her neck, sending shivers down her spine. They were happy, acting like a couple, and for a moment, Ashley forgot that she was a mafia queen.Suddenly, Ashley gasped as she woke up from the dream. She was confused and unsettled, feeling as though she had just crossed a line she shouldn't have. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she looked around the dark living room. Everyone else was still sleeping, but Xander and Jake were nowhere to be seen.She slipped on her flip-flops and made her way outside, following the sounds of voices to the farm. When she arrived, she was shocked to see Jake and Xander in the middle of a heated argument, with apples scattered all over the floor."What's going on here?" Ashley demanded, stepping between the two men."Stay out of this, Ashley," Jake snapped. "Xander needs to leave. He's not welcome arou