All Chapters of Sold To The Cruel Mafia: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I drove us home from the airstrip and Alvaro kept his hand on my leg the entire time. He was on the phone with someone and every time he'd raise his voice I'd feel his grip tighten slightly. He was worse on the plane. I had to put on my headphones and go sit in the room. He was a person whose basic vocabulary and his go-to proverbial was fuck and then when the word fuck wasn't getting his point across. He'd say puta which I learned was bitch in Spanish.I was just surprised Mateo didn't pick up his language. "No," he said to someone over the phone and did that laugh. That laugh where I'd often thought he was amused but he'd end up saying something threatening. "Hijo de puta! I said I want it finished by tomorrow or else. I don't care who fucked up. Fix it." He cut the call. "La concha de tu madre.""That sounded bad," I sighed. "Everything okay?" "I just haven't been away for so long and I was setting up something important before we left.""What exactly is it that you do?" It was t

I stared at Marcus and he took a step forward. My past life felt like it fell away when I married Alvaro— not that I had much of a past to worry about.But everyone had a ghost from the past. Something that could come back to haunt.Before Alvaro, we were already broken up for a month and I promised myself I wouldn't go back to him and I was going to stand by it even if I wasn't married. He was not worth the tears, and broken-hearted love songs. "I came by last week and you weren't here," he said, snapping me out of my pensive thoughts. I wanted a black hole to open up and swallow me. I didn't know what to say to him. What could I say to him.Carlos was watching us from the door. "Yeah, I was busy." I put on a strong front but inside I wasn't feeling strong. I was feeling nauseous. Like everyone in my life, he walked all over me and I was tired of being a doormat. It was time for me to stand up for myself. Because it was my life. "So you own the store now?" he bobbed back and fo

I laid in bed with Alvaro's head on my lap while he sorted through his emails on his phone. It amazed me that all a big scary guy needed was a little attention and kindness and he became a softie. I threaded my fingers through his hair and he let out a yawn. "That feels good, mami," he groaned. "Ew," I heard Mateo utter from outside the room door. Alvaro sat up next to me. "Come in here, mi hijo." "Hell no." "We are not doing anything," I called back. He turned the door handle and walked into the room. He was dressed in a grey tuxedo and he had a big bouquet of red roses in hand. "And where are you going, handsome?" I asked. "I'm going to go prompose to Julia," he said.Alvaro looked at me. "Do you speak this language?" "I'm going to ask her to prom," Mateo rolled his eyes. "What about the guy that already asked her?" Julia was too nice. Too nice to hurt someone's feelings for her own desires. "I spoke to him about it and he seemed to notice she wasn't into him." "So she'

Jane's POV.Alvaro moved my place setting so I could sit next to him. I stared at his face with only one question in my mind, who are you. I felt like I was falling in love with a man that had a case of Jekyll-Hyde syndrome.He was Dr Jekyll when he was with his family and he was Mr Hyde when he stepped out of those doors. I knew what he did but I still wanted him and he scared me at the same time with his actions. All I was certain about when it came to Alvaro was that I never met a man that could make me be afraid of him, love him and trust him all at the same time. It had me questioning my mental health. He laughed at something someone said, his eyes turning that hue of dark honey due to the room's warm yellow lighting. My hands itched to caress the side of his face and that was the problem. Every time he smiled I forgot to think logically. He consumed my thoughts with a simple quirk of his lips. He consumed my body with a touch and I was lost in an embrace. "Why are you starin

Jane's POV. "Does this dress make me look fat?" I asked twirling around in the black dress that looked more like a mini tent. "I'm sure I can host up to three people under this dress." Dante chuckled by the door. He got more vocal as the days passed. He had no choice but to talk back because I was not the silent type and I would talk to him even if he didn't reply. "You've barely gained any weight," Julia said, coming to stand behind me. She bunched up the sides of the dress showing me how much excess material was left. "I think it would still be too big when you're nine months pregnant." "I know but I want to be prepared. I don't want to wake up one morning and my clothes don't fit." I also didn't want to wear tight clothes. Doctor Hill strongly advised against it. Julia looked around at the door and she seemed nervous. Mateo went to pick up lunch and for the past ten minutes, I felt like she wanted to tell me something. "Everything okay?" I asked and she smiled, showing he