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All Chapters of SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130
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120. wet she was for him. Unfortunately, they weren’t alone, though their companion’s eyes were always centered on the stage whenever she glanced at him. As the show progressed, Mia realized his attention specifically centered on one performer in the show. She had a minor role and also seemed to appear in the chorus during a couple of dances, but when she was on stage, she held Cormac’s attention. At intermission, the dancers mingled with the crowd, and she had a chance to meet the one who seemed to hold the attention of Shane’s friend. She glided toward them with either natural grace or the byproduct of years of training. A few inches taller than Mia, she was about her age, with long dark hair and a familiar shade of green eyes. She wasn’t surprised to hear the ballerina’s name was Siobhan. Shane’s sister. Glancing out the corner of her eye, she saw Cormac light up and didn’t miss the way the girl blushed slightly when he took her hand in a gentle squeeze that lasted o
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121. “Fuck you.” Without waiting for his permission, she walked away from him. Mia pressed her back against the wall of the building, tuning out the milling crowd as her gaze focused on Shane. The sound of sirens in the background seemed closer, and she hoped they would make it in time to save him. If it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t have been in danger. Mia knew that was an irrational thought. If Shane hadn’t taken her, this wouldn’t have happened either. He was equally to blame, if not more so. Aldo was the one most to blame for the violence, and she knew he would have taken her eventually, whenever he got tired of playing whatever waiting game in which he had been engaged. Shane jerked suddenly, and she stood upright. Mia’s first impulse was to run to him. That same irresistible pull seemed to be drawing her forward. She needed him. Needed to be with him. Needed to reassure herself he was alive and would be safe. She froze after two steps, self-preservation kicking in
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122. Her heart hammered in her ears, and she stared at him for a second before sliding her gaze to the bus station. Could she run for it? Would she be able to outrun his long legs? “Don’t think about it, whore.” Her spine stiffened. “Fuck you. You don’t like me and don’t think I’m good for Shane, so just let me go. Pretend you didn’t see me.” He laughed. “That wouldn’t do you a damn bit of good. I’d just have to chase you farther.” She scowled. “He has to give up some time.” Though she wasn’t sure she actually believed those words, even as she uttered them. Wallace wagged his cell phone at her. “Not with that transmitter in your arm.” Mia gasped. “What?” He lifted a shoulder. “You’ve been tagged, and now you’re getting bagged.” Almost unconsciously, she rubbed the spot where Shane had injected her without her permission that morning more than a week ago, under the auspices of giving her Depo-Provera. Her eyes narrowed, and her lips clamped shut. Instinct urged her to
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123. Even not knowing exactly what Shane had planned for her, Mia was still relieved to see him when he entered the basement two days after Wallace had taken her from the street. Her first thought was he looked like hell. His normally robust tanned skin was pale, and his face looked gaunt, though he couldn’t have lost much weight in the four days since she’d seen him, even with a gunshot wound. Her gaze darted to the sling encasing his left arm, where she could see the bulky bandage covering most of the left side of his chest and clavicle underneath the thin fabric of his T-shirt. It was insane, but she had to physically bite her tongue to keep from asking how he felt and fretting over him being out of the hospital already. The reality of her position and situation made it easier to rein in the concern. She lay on the cold concrete, naked as the day she was born, with her hands cuffed to her ankles, which were spread by a metal bar. It was an obscene, undignified pose, b
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124. I woke up in a strange place, in a strange bed, next to an extremely hot – and gloriously naked – strange man. …What happened last night? My mouth tasted like cotton and I had an icky sweet taste in my mouth that literally made me want to vomit. My stomach felt bloated, my head was pounding and I couldn’t hold my trembling hands still if I tried. There was light streaming in from the giant windows that surrounded the bed and it was doing nothing but making my head pound worse and darkening my already foul mood. I sat up slowly, not wanting to wake the strange bedfellow next to me. I tried to shake out my hair, but it was a tangled mess. The motion of sitting up had made me nauseated and once again I had the feeling that I was going to throw up. I looked around me, wondering where the bathroom was. I was humiliated enough just waking up here, the last thing I wanted to do was hurl all over hot guy. I needed to get the hell out of here. I slipped out of the bed and st
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125. “With clothes on,” she said. I laughed and said, “Yes, I’m going right now to get dressed, then I’ll order breakfast.” She only nodded, but she hadn’t let go of the doorknob. I half expected her to be gone when I got back, but to my delight and relief, she wasn’t. I found her sitting on the sofa looking out the window. I sat down in the chair across from her and smiled. She shot me a look that should by all rights have set me on fire. “Was this all some big pick-up game to you?” she asked. “A pick-up game? No, Bella. We both had too much to drink. I’m not normally a heavy drinker and last night I was looking for some liquid courage. Once you report what I have to tell you, life as I know it is going to implode. I wouldn’t have had the audacity to expect that a woman like you would ever want to be with a man like me.” She raised an eyebrow, obviously not convinced. I wish she could see inside of my head because I meant every word. I know what I am. I’ve known sinc
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126. “We would act as a couple so that no one wondered about my meetings with a reporter, and we could avoid the fear of getting caught if we tried to sneak around and communicate secretly. You could also be a part of “family” events and get to see and know the people that we’ll be “talking” about first hand. This won’t be a week-long process, Bella. This organization was hundreds of years in the making. It’ll take years to break it open.” I was glad I had finished my meal already…I would have choked on it. Years? This guy was nuts if he thought I would agree to be his fake fiancé for years. I stood up and picked up my purse. Sammie stood up as well. For a second, remembering where I was and who I was with, a dagger of fear stabbed me in my chest. He must have seen it on my face because he stepped to the side, clearing my path to the door. He wasn’t going to force me to do this. I was ashamed of myself for putting myself in a position where t
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127. Sammie had stood there looking at me after I’d pulled back. I remember that he had this really sexy grin on his face and instead of being angry, I was turned on. I had smiled back….I think and then I’d put my hands around his neck again and pulled myself back up to continue the kiss. I slid my tongue back into his mouth and that time he sucked on it. It was erotic. His hands were all over me and as I washed my body and slid my palms along my sides and across my breasts I shuddered at the memory. We started stripping each other at that point, a little at a time while we kissed. I could feel his erection pressed up against my hip and I remember that when I moaned he had whispered in my ear so close that I felt his hot breath: “Just you wait, Bella. I’m going to make sure that it’s the best you ever had.” The sound of his voice and the feel of his breath against my ear sent me into another frenzy. In the shower, my hand drifte
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128. After about an hour of that, I made myself a pot of coffee…it was going to be a long day. It had been three days since Alana had walked out. I had made a grave mistake by allowing myself the pleasure of making love to her when she was too drunk to have the capacity to consent. I truly hadn’t meant for that to happen. I tried to tell myself that I was beyond the point of rational thought as well, but truthfully I wasn’t drunk, at least not from the alcohol. I was intoxicated by her. I’d been researching her and watching her for so long…every fantasy I’d had for the past year had been wrapped up in Alana. I had just completely lost my mind the moment I was actually allowed to touch her. The fact that she was allowing me to, and even encouraging it had really sent me over the edge. It was wrong though…I was wrong. I knew from the time I’d spent watching her that she wasn’t a big drinker, and she definitely didn’t sleep around. I should have had more respec
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129. I wanted to punch him for calling me sweetheart. What was with all of these suddenly over-familiar men? I picked up the photo and underneath it was another…it was one of Sammie and I walking arm in arm into the Glass Towers. It was stamped with Friday night’s date. The elevator Nate and I were riding in stopped and the doors slid open on my floor. I felt like my heels were glued down and I couldn’t move. To my horror, Nate had to take me by the arm and lead me out of the elevator. I think I was in some kind of mini-shock state. I found myself standing in the hallway, still gaping at the photos in my hand. Feeling sick to my stomach, I picked up the next photo and the last one was the best. It was a photo of me in Friday night’s clothes and a flagrant case of bed-head, getting into the back seat of Sammie’s limousine. The photo was clearly stamped with Saturday morning’s date. “What—Where---Why are you having Sammie followed?” I finally spit out.
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