All Chapters of Sold To The Cruel Mafia: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I woke up to someone banging on my apartment door. "Jane!" It was my brother, "Jane please wake up. I'm in trouble." I got out of bed. I was sick of this. I knew why he was here. He only ever called or visited when he needed money. My brother was good at spending money and didn't have the same enthusiasm to work hard and make it. "Give me one good reason to open this door, Jason?" I yelled, putting on my robe. "They're going to kill me, JJ. Please." I sighed, opening the door. He pushed past me, his clothes were torn and his nose was bloody. "What the hell happened to you?" "I took some money." He wiped his nose. "How much is some?" I demanded. "Five..." "Five hundred dollars?" I questioned. He remained silent looking around the apartment. "Jason. How much did you take." "I fucked up big time." He ran a hand down his face. "Five hundred thousand," he said. My eyes widened. "What did you do with so much money!" "I paid my mortgage, my car..." "So what the hell do you want fro

It was hard for me to believe that this is what my life came to be. Married to Alvaro. It had been exactly one week since we wed. I thought about what Jason said. He was right the only chance I had was running. I stayed in my room all day, every day. I didn't have a phone or a laptop. No access to the internet. Just a TV. I felt more like a pet than a human. Cynthia one of the workers was the only person I spoke to.She even helped dress me for my wedding day. It helped that she had a nurturing persona. She reminded me of my nana. She always smiled at me, and it warmed my heart seeing her every day or just having little conversations with her. She would always stay a little longer each time she visited but then she would say she needed to get back to work.She brought me breakfast, lunch and dinner. I refused to leave the room— telling her to tell Alvaro I wasn't feeling well or was napping. He never came to check so I got away with it and after a while I guess he got the idea that I

Alvaro's POVI had made a lot of bad decisions in my lifetime of thirty years. But I also made some good ones hoping it would save my soul. One of my good decisions happened to be Mateo. He was just a kid, I found him in a rough neighbourhood. He tried to pick my pocket and I just couldn't get over how young he was, too young to start leading a sinful life. Abuelo and abuela were happy to take him in. I read to him every night and I taught him how to read and write before he could go to school. When I bought this place it was his choice to come live with me. I was going to make sure he turned out to be a better man than I was. There was no hope left for me. When that clock ran out I knew my final destination. Abuelo said being an atheist helped but being a human, flesh, blood and unlimited intelligence to achieve the impossible had to mean there was someone upstairs pulling the strings. I walked down to the bottom cellars. Miguel had called me while I was still having dinner with

He was towering over me like the angel of darkness. He smiled wickedly and alluringly, so beautiful yet deadly. He knew what I was up to and he wasn't going to stand for it. "You want to run from me, darling?"I shook my head. He wouldn't let me go— I was his lottery ticket after all. "Somebody has to pay for what your brother took," he muttered. Jason was sitting in a chair and the scene changed. We ended up in his basement. The room was illuminated in yellow light. Alvaro pulled a pistol out of his coat pocket. "You will learn to take me seriously," he threatened. He pulled the trigger putting a bullet into Jason. "Alvaro!" I shot up from my bed. Catching my breath. My heart was pounding and I was sweating. "Interesting," I heard his voice and I looked up to see him leaning against the dresser. I screamed and he stepped out of the darkness. He clasped a hand over my mouth. It was still a little dark and I could see his eyes staring back at me. "Be quiet.""What are you doing in

Alvaro was a big tease when he wanted to be. I slept in the guest room because after he made me all hot and bothered he walked away with a victorious smile. He was proud to know he had an effect on me I suppose. The eyes were a vain thing. Everything in me screamed not to fall for his tricks. The devil was once an angel and Alvaro Castillo would prove to me just how true those words could be if I didn't watch myself around him.The guest room had a single bed and was painted with a fresh shade of white. The curtains were blue and there were fake flowers in a vase on the vanity table. I dressed my bed and left the room the way I found it.I walked into my room to see it empty. The bed was made and the windows and curtains were open. I went straight to the bathroom and walked into Mateo on the toilet. "I'm popping!" He yelled and I shrieked shutting the door. "Oh come on Mat, do you have to do that in here." I banged on the door. "Where else am I supposed to do it." I heard him laug