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Chapter 38

Author: Chinwe
last update Huling Na-update: 2024-10-27 23:48:38

ARMANDO

I paced my office, a glass of whiskey in hand and my thoughts drifting to old memories. It felt strange doubting Lorenzo, Alessandro, and even Giuseppe, but here I was, questioning the loyalty of men I had raised from the streets.

Lorenzo and Alessandro were identical twins, impossible to tell apart at first.

I still remembered the night when I had first seen them in that filthy underground fight club, blood on their fists, and murder in their eyes.

They were more like two sides of a single blade, each one moving in perfect sync with the other, striking as though they shared the same pulse. They weren’t just street fighters—they were something else, something raw and vicious. I watched as they took down every poor bastard that stepped into that cage, squeezing the life out of their opponents until they lay still on the ground.

It was that unity, that unbreakable bond between them, that had caught my eye. Men like that could be molded, given purpose and made useful.

So when
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  • Sold To The Mafia Boss   Chapter 39

    Armando’s plan was already in motion. He leaned back in his sofa—a whiskey glass in hand—as he let his eyes drift across the sprawling night view of New York cityAfter a while, he picked up his phone, glanced at his watch, then dialed Matteo.“Matteo,” he said, his tone casual but clipped. “She’s here?”“Yes, boss.”“Good. Bring her up.”Minutes later, there was a soft knock on his room's door. “Come in,” he called, then Matteo opened the door and let her in.The room was almost dark, only illuminated by the dim lamps at each corner. Armando was busy with his glass, not bothering to look up until she was right in front of him.The woman—a tall brunette with striking features and sharp red lipstick—looked every bit the part he’d ordered. He didn't need any more distractions, only a way to be relieved of his stress. And as for Eleanor, he was looking to make a statement.* * * * * * * *ELEANOR I glanced at the time and it was eleven o'clock—late by anyone’s standards, but here I w

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  • Sold To The Mafia Boss   Chapter 40

    ELEANOR I let out a slow, shaky breath, and finally, I nodded. Without another word, I turned around, my back now facing him, and every nerve in my body on high alert.My heart pounded painfully in my chest as my eyes flickered to the gun on the dresser, its dark metal gleaming under the dim lights of Armando’s room. I had no idea if it was loaded or not, but I wasn’t about to find out. My hands trembled by my sides, and when I finally found my voice, it came out low, nearly a whisper.“What… what do you want from me this time?”I could feel his eyes on me, the weight of his gaze heavy, making it hard to breathe. He leaned in close, so close I could feel his breath on my ear, and then he whispered, his voice stiff and commanding, “Shhh… be quiet.”A cold shiver slid down my spine, my heartbeat skidding as my stomach dropped. I shut my eyes, feeling them sting as tears started to form. I didn’t know what he was about to do, but he wasn’t messing around.I heard him open the drawer, th

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  • Sold To The Mafia Boss   Chapter 41

    ELEANOR Armando certainly did not listen to me. Instead, he reached out for his dresser again, this time pulling out some kind of cloth from another one of the drawers. I stood there tensed, watching as he brought it up to my mouth.“No, please—” I managed to say before he slipped it between my lips, tying it tight around the back of my head. I bit down, the cloth filling my mouth, muffling any sound I tried to make.He stood back, his expression unreadable. “Better,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. The heat between us—in the entire room as well, was unbearable. Every nerve in my body was on edge and my legs trembled so much they could hardly hold me up. My breaths came in sharp gasps, muffled by the cloth tied between my lips. And just when I felt my knees were about to fail me, Armando's strong arms caught me. Without a word, he lifted me and tossed me onto his bed. I landed on the large soft mattress, but there was nothing comforting about it. My heart pounded wildly, f

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  • Sold To The Mafia Boss   Chapter 42

    ELEANOR Armando’s grunt pulled me from my thoughts, grounding me in the reality of what I'd just witnessed. My heart hammered as I tried to process the swirl of emotions that had forced themselves on me—a strange, nauseating blend of anger, embarrassment, and a sickened curiosity I didn’t want to admit to.I didn’t know what to feel. Part of me was disgusted with myself for even feeling anything at all. The whole thing was insane, but I couldn’t stop myself from feeling something.Armando poured himself a glass of whiskey, downing it in one go, his head dropping towards the floor and his face expressionless. He seemed elsewhere, as if lost in thought. For a moment, I thought he’d forget about me—bound and gagged on his bed, until he turned around—without a word—and tossed a wad of cash at his fling.“Take that, go in there...” he said in a low mutter, gesturing towards the bathroom door, “…clean up, and get out.” He continued.She blinked, then held the blanket around herself tight

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  • Sold To The Mafia Boss   Chapter 43

    ELEANOR “What do you mean by ‘betrayal,’ exactly?” I asked, my voice as steady as I could manage.Armando didn’t even look at me, rather he just stared into his own reflection, a small smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. “I think you heard me clearly Eleanor, so let’s not make this difficult. Asking me to repeat myself… it’s not exactly a clever look for you.” He glanced at me briefly, but long enough to throw me a sideways smirk. “Not that you were all that smart to begin with. But at least try to pretend, hmm?”My stomach tightened, the familiar sting of his insults pressing against my patience. But I was too exhausted to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. I’d learned by now that snapping back only fed his need to humiliate me further. So, I just bit my tongue, letting the words slide off me. I needed to get out of this, not start a battle with him.“It’s not that I didn’t understand what you said,” I replied, carefully keeping my voice neutral, “it just… it caught me o

    Huling Na-update : 2024-11-05

  • Sold To The Mafia Boss   Chapter 44

    ARMANDO I started my morning like any other—up early and ready to get things moving, but today had a different weight to it. The night’s amusements were over and it was now time to get back to business. By the end of it, Lorenzo, Alessandro, or Giuseppe—one of them wouldn’t be walking out of here. One of them had betrayed me, one of them had been selling me out to my rivals, and today was the day I was finally going to find out who.After slipping my gun into its holster, I headed downstairs, glancing over the rail of the staircase while I was still at the top. They were all there like I expected. I never tolerated tardiness and they understood that well.I could see them standing close together, muttering to each other in low voices—though they wouldn’t bring up the reason they were here, not even between themselves. I‘d trained my men to keep things close to the chest. I had made it clear to each of them that the mission was confidential, so no matter what it was, I knew they eac

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  • Sold To The Mafia Boss   Chapter 45

    ARMANDOI kept the phone to my ear, listening carefully to Matteo’s calm but sharp tone on the other end.“Just as you told me boss, I set up three of my men to blend in with each of theirs,” Matteo said. “They kept eyes on each of them all through their separate deliveries from the ports to the warehouses.”I glanced at Alessandro, keeping my face neutral. It was now almost impressive watching him sit there with that same calm, collected expression.Matteo went on, “One of my men who was keeping tabs on Alessandro, saw him slip away to a corner, where he pulled out his phone and made a call.”He paused, letting that detail sink in. I clenched my jaw, barely containing the anger simmering under the surface.“What did he say?” I kept my voice steady, my eyes still on Alessandro.Matteo continued. “My man said he‘d told someone on the other end of the line that a fresh batch of goods had just arrived. Said he’d clear out the security so they could smuggle some out, though he warned the

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  • Sold To The Mafia Boss   Chapter 46

    ARMANDOI kept my gun steady, its weight grounding me as I stared Alessandro down. His eyes darted between me and Giuseppe—who also aimed at him. His face flickered with something between shock and desperation. Still, he held tight to his denial.Lorenzo glanced shortly at him as well, as if hoping Alessandro would somehow prove me wrong, that he’d explain all this away. But I wasn’t about to give him any more time to spin a story.I leaned forward, my finger resting on the trigger, shifting it ever so slightly. “This is your last chance, Alessandro,” I said quietly, my voice hard as stone. “Either you talk now, or I’ll pull this trigger, and that’ll be the end of it.”Alessandro’s mouth opened, then it closed right back. I could see his chest rising and falling as he looked for the right words, but I could also tell that he didn’t have them. The sweat on his brow told me he was running out of excuses but still, he had the nerve to shake his head—in pretentious disbelief. “Boss, I sw

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  • Sold To The Mafia Boss   Chapter 84

    ARMANDO The room was quiet, save for the low hum of the TV. My study was always like this—dim lighting, the faint smell of leather, and silence that made it easier to think. I leaned back in my chair, my eyes fixed on the screen. The news anchor’s voice droned on about the recent police crackdowns. Another raid. Another group of men in cuffs.It wasn’t surprising. The authorities had been tightening their grip for months, thinking they could dismantle everything piece by piece. It wouldn’t work. I had been in this game too long to let it. Still, I watched, paying close attention to the details. You never knew when a name, a face, or a location might give you something to act on.My fingers tapped lightly on the armrest. A bad habit, but one I didn’t bother correcting. It helped me focus. The footage shifted to a warehouse raid—men dragged out with their hands behind their backs, flashing lights bouncing off the walls. Sloppy. Someone had slipped up, and now they were paying for it.T

  • Sold To The Mafia Boss   Chapter 83

    ELEANOR My phone buzzed on the nightstand, jolting me from my thoughts. The screen lit up, and my stomach dropped when I saw the private number. My fingers hesitated for a moment before I grabbed the phone. I already knew what to expect, and that only made my heart pound harder.It was a text. “It’s time. Now or never. Face the consequences if you choose the latter.”I stared at the message, the words blurring as the weight of them hit me. I had been preparing for this moment but now that it was here, I felt paralyzed, my mind racing but coming up empty.I had already decided. I had to do this. There was no way out. Months of torment from Armando had driven me to this point, and Don Salvatore’s threats left no room for hesitation. My sister’s life depended on me going through with this.But there was one massive problem.I didn’t have the poison. I had no idea how to get it, where to find it, or even how to use it if I did. I had spent weeks stuck in limbo, hoping for some kind of so

  • Sold To The Mafia Boss   Chapter 82

    ELEANORSeveral days had passed since Don Salvatore’s call, but I hadn’t known peace since. My mind was stuck in a constant cycle of worry and my heart heavy with fear. I couldn’t eat because the mere thought of food made my stomach churn and my body began growing weaker—my skin pale and dry. It wasn’t hard to tell that something was wrong with me, but there was no one to confide in—not here.And Armando? Despite the way I looked or sounded, he hadn’t eased up on my duties. I should’ve been a bit relieved that someone was hired to share the workload, but instead, I felt uneasy around her. She seemed off, like she didn’t belong. There was something about the way she carried herself—always watching, always calculating—that put me on edge. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was trouble.Mabel’s presence didn’t lighten my load. Her role was clear—cook whatever Armando wanted whenever he wanted it. Meanwhile, I was still left with everything else—the cleaning, the mopping, the

  • Sold To The Mafia Boss   Chapter 81

    ELEANORI scrubbed the last dish, letting the warm water run over my hands until my fingers felt numb. The rhythmic clinking of plates against the sink was the only sound in the kitchen, but my thoughts were far from calm. Armando’s words from earlier echoed in my mind, and then there was Don Salvatore. His threats, my sister’s pale face in that photo—it all coiled around my chest like a vice.I kept scrubbing—pretending the kitchen was my sanctuary—and for a moment it almost worked, but then the door creaked. My body stiffened.I turned slowly—the soapy plate still in my hands—and my eyes fell on the profile of Armando leaned against the doorframe, watching me. His eyes were calm, but there was an edge to his gaze—the kind that always seemed to confuse me.“You’ve been hiding yourself away a lot lately,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “I don’t remember giving you permission to turn into a ghost. Not in my house.”I placed the plate on the drying rack, wiping my hands on a towel

  • Sold To The Mafia Boss   Chapter 80

    ELEANORI sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the drawer where the phone was hidden. The silence in the mansion pressed down on me like a heavy weight and I hated how quiet it was—how every shift of the wind outside seemed louder than my own heartbeat. I just had this lingering feeling that he was going to call.My hands shook as I waited—each second feeling like an eternity—and then it happened. The phone rang.The sound sliced through the quiet like a knife, and for a moment, I couldn’t move. My heart raced as I reached for the drawer—my fingers fumbling to open it—and when I finally pulled the phone out, my stomach twisted into knots.I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves, and answered. “Hello?”The line was silent. Not a sound. Not even the faintest breath on the other end. I swallowed hard, gripping the phone tighter.And then, his voice came—smooth, calm and controlled. “Eleanor.”I didn’t respond right away. My mouth was dry, and my chest felt tight.“Have you been

  • Sold To The Mafia Boss   Chapter 79

    ELEANOR Armando’s voice shot through the mansion like a whip. “Eleanor!” he bellowed. “Get down here. Now!”I froze mid-pace, my heart hammering in my chest. Did he really just call my name, or was my panic starting to mess with my head? My mind raced, torn between the phone I had just hidden away and the constant paranoia of being found out.Before I could decide, his voice rang out again, louder this time. “Eleanor! I won’t call you again!”The echo bounced off the walls—filling every corner of the house—and for a few seconds, I couldn’t move, my mind spinning with all the worst possibilities. Had he found out i used the phone?My hands trembled as I paced aimlessly for a moment, trying to pull myself together. “Get it together,” I whispered under my breath. “Breathe. Act normal.”I rushed to the drawer, shoved the phone back inside, and slammed it shut. Adjusting my dress in the mirror, I brushed out the wrinkles and ran my fingers through my hair. My reflection stared back at me,

  • Sold To The Mafia Boss   Chapter 78

    ELEANORThe sunlight peeked through the gap in my curtains and landed directly on my face, pulling me out of sleep. I groaned softly, turning my head to the side, but it was no use. Once the light hit my eyes, there was no going back. I blinked a few times—trying to adjust—and then stared at the ceiling for a moment before dragging myself out of the duvet.As I sat up, I glanced around my room and the mess stared back at me like a taunt. Clothes were scattered on the chair, books—which i usually read as a means of escape—were piled on the nightstand, and a few empty water bottles were sitting on the dresser.It wasn’t that I didn’t care about my space, but ever since I moved into Armando’s mansion, my days had been swallowed by cleaning everything else. His room, his library, the home office, the dining room—anywhere Armando might show up had to be spotless. My room always came last. And every time I planned to clean it, something would come up—some new task Armando would throw my wa

  • Sold To The Mafia Boss   Chapter 77

    ELEANORAfter Armando left the room, my legs felt weak—trembling from the overwhelming sensations still coursing through me, and my mind was a mess of scattered thoughts.I swallowed hard, taking slow breaths to calm myself, but my body refused to settle. I hated how much control he seemed to have over me. Even now—with him gone, I could still feel him like his presence had somehow soaked into the walls.“Why does he have to be like this?” I muttered under my breath. I tried to focus, to pull myself out of this haze, but every attempt was a failure.Armando was… intense. That was the only way I could describe him. I wanted to hate him for it, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny that when he touched me, it was like nothing else mattered.I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I forced myself to move, heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. The warm water helped a little—washing away the tension clinging to my skin, and by the time I was done, I felt slightly more grounded.

  • Sold To The Mafia Boss   Chapter 76

    Chapter 76ELEANORArmando's voice came low and sharp from behind me, brushing against my ear."Do you have any idea what you're asking for, Eleanor?" His words were slow and deliberate—each syllable wrapped in a teasing chill. "You know what you're about to get yourself into?"I opened my mouth, but my throat felt dry.I barely managed to whisper, "Maybe. I'm not sure." My voice shook, and I gasped softly when I felt his breath against the side of my neck, warm and unsettling.His hand moved then, his left still firm on my waist while his right slid lower, tracing circles just below my hips. My skin burned under his touch, every nerve alive and screaming. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing so lightly against my neck that it felt like they weren't even there.He chuckled softly, the sound low and dark, sending shivers down my spine."Maybe?" he repeated, his tone mocking but somehow laced with something that made me feel small and exposed. His hand on my waist then tightened sligh

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