All Chapters of Contracted to the Icy Mafia King: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

LILIYA"You really thought you could do me dirty like that and get away with it, didn't you? You thought I wouldn't get my revenge?" Trevor spoke, his tone sadistic.I shook violently, in a bid to loosen the ropes tied around me but my attempts proved futile."What did I do to you now? Everyone seems to want revenge against me. I bet I'm some pathetic villain in a book at this point." I cried out. Trevor chuckled. His face was covered with a green mask, but his hair stuck out in different angles, looking rougher than I remembered it. His hair was scantier, too. Trevor was always rough-looking. Handsome as hell, but he always looked rough, like he did not give a fuck about the world's ethics. Back in highschool, it was attractive. Now? Not in the slightest.He crouched down to my height and replied, "Pathetic, yes. But unfortunately, you're far from a villain. People like you do not get such titles, because you're the type that goes around to casually cause havoc, then disappear into

LILIYAPapa did not let me stay the night.He offered to drive me back to Dice's mansion, but I refused and insisted on going back alone. Needless to say, I did not return to Dice's mansion. Instead, I called Inker. Dice had thrown my phone to the ground on his way out—thankfully.I had to call three times before she finally answered, her breathing heavy, "Hey, Liya! I'm so sorry, had to gym for a bit. What's up?""Hey, Ink. Um, can I come over to your place tonight? I'm a bit stranded." I asked right away. She didn't say anything for a while. I got nervous and added, "It's okay if you—""Of course, you can come over! Do you even have to ask?" My dry lips lifted in a small smile as I mutter, "Thank you.""I'll send the address." She informed me and then the line went dead.I wrapped my arms around myself and waited. It was hard to do something as simple as that. It hurt so much. I really just wanted to find a bed, snuggle into the pillow and fall asleep.I was now wearing a hoodie o

DICELiya hated me.She made it clear by ignoring me for straight one week. I couldn't even go close to my pussy anymore. This whole thing was making it hard for me to concentrate at work. If anyone told me I'd be this whipped for a woman's pussy, I would've shot them in the throat for such blasphemy.Today, I'd just rounded up with work and I decided to watch what Liya was up to, using my phone. The first thing I saw when I opened the mobile surveillance camera was my wife, attempting to scale her bathroom window. She looked more agile today, which only meant she'd been eating Cecilia's food...I had another phone placed against my left ear. It took a while before a guard answered, "B-Boss?" His voice was weak.I clicked on another part of the house. Most of my guards lay on the ground, in deep sleep. I rose up at once."If my wife leaves that house, your breath leaves you as well." That's the only thing I say, before hanging up. I want to rush out and go catch her myself, but my bus

DICESomebody was going to die today, blame that all on Liya.My car swerved into the scene where the crime would be taking place. The others were here already—Brandon, Sloan, Steve and Devin. They were all fully dressed in black, just like I was.Blood looked better on a pure material, but just because we don't want to draw any attention to ourselves, at least not intentionally."He's not here yet. Devin, you sure he usually takes this road?" Sloan asked impatiently.Devin glared at him. "I told you I've been following him for a while now. If you're tired if waiting already, pick a ride and leave."Sloan rolled his eyes. "It was only a question, tiger."Brandon, ever the silent predator, kept searching for our newest target with his eyes. He wasn't even pacing, just looking around casually. Everyone had a reason why he was accepted in the inner circle, and this was part of the reason why Brandon was accepted. His prey never sees him coming.This time, however, Steve was the first to

LILIYAI just woke from a nap to realize I missed Dice. I finally admitted it to myself. But something told me that it wasn't really me missing Dice, it was just my pussy lacking attention. Well, that too.Everytime I had the urge to check up on him in his room and break the pact of vengeance against him, I reminded myself that he was a heartless murderer and did not deserve me. I reminded myself of the list, too.I needed to talk to him about that. I needed to know if he truly planned on killing everyone on that list. If he wanted my forgiveness and presence around him—fully, then he had to discard that list. Everyone on it was dear to me, so my pussy could wait until we struck the deal.Was he interested in having me fully, though? That I didn't know. Dice probably just wanted my pussy and nothing else. I'd try, still.It has been almost two weeks since our last confrontation. That was also the last time I'd seen Dice. I wondered if he was avoiding me for good, while I kept cooking