All Chapters of The Mafia Princess : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Clancy's POV"What the fvcking hell...!" I roared my lungs at Dale l who stared dauntlessly at me with a big smile on his face.My rage does not move him but that isn't a free pass to provoke me.Did I just hear him say he hired Sofia Dante for me as a private psychotherapist?This is going too far.I agreed to see a therapist because of the unbreakable deal but never agreed that she follows us back to New York to traumatize me with sessions.Moreover, she was no true therapist.What under heaven was Dale thinking?And she agreed to it...? Two fvcking peasants!A moment ago, the joy I felt was inexpressible thinking Sofia Dante was the warmer he had arranged for me for the night.She was a woman of great shape and her exquisitely modelled face was not something one would see every day.Her beauty was undefeated with those green eyes of hers that stares widely to capture the heart of a man.The eyes remind me of me.The biggest question at the moment was why she was in my private loung

Sofia's POVDo you know the feeling when your mind shuts down and you realize you might not be waking up ever again?No? I guess I'm crazy, you're not the candidate to ask the question but that's exactly how I feel when he hit my head.I had millions of thoughts at the last second before my consciousness retired its duty.I knew I was going to die. The final glimpse at his face said it all.He was a scary-looking monster and I never realized until then.What does the other side look like?I'm for sure going to hell if that place exists.Wait a minute... I'm still untouched. I'm gonna die a fvcking virgin and the devil is going to have a big laugh at me.This was one of the streams of thoughts that flooded my mind at the last moment until my head went blank.I don't know how long I passed out but my consciousness slowly returned with a heavy headache at the back of my head and I couldn't help but groan...My eyes blinked repeatedly and my vision slowly cleared to see the wall of the ro

Clancy's POV"Boss, you promised to interview the new models this after, perhaps you might have forgotten" The Vice President of my Company came running from the entrance of the underground parking lot with beads of sweat on his forehead.I stopped abruptly before my vehicle and responded calmly, "Handle it yourself. I have other issues to deal with. Why do I occasionally raise your salary in the first place?""I'm sorry boss. I'll do the interview" He apologized and raced from sight immediately with the files in his hands.This was my other life. The CEO of DCC entertainment industry in New York City. Biggest among its competitors.Who would dare contend against a private industry under the backing of the underground?The world knew me as the city's most sought-after CEO but only those with deep connections in the city's underworld know about my true identity;The King of the New York Underworld and the Don of the Ricardo mob group. Enough identity to make me the city's most feared

I slept off after rolling over the floor all night with a weakened body.My strength was slowly diminishing and deep down I knew I would not last for long.I guess he was giving Hunger a chance to kill me instead of doing it himself.That night, I dreamt about seeing Papà in the cell with me, telling me that I shouldn't be hereI'm the Princess of the Di Marco family and should be rebuilding his empire to its former glory.When I woke up, I understood the deep signal behind the dream.It wasn't a message from my late father's ghost. I don't believe in the supernatural.It was a signal to announce the return of the trauma I'd fought with for years.After meeting Mr. Pompous, I fantasized about him and somehow, his presence in my dreams managed to keep the nightmares.I saw him instead of Papà but lately, I found him for who he is.I hate him for who he is and want to be free from his grip by all means. The hatred has been slowly wiping out the fantasies in my head and it's giving way

Sofia's POV I guess dehydration and starvation would be the death of me.The psycho man wouldn't have the honor to end me then.I don't know how many days have passed since we last met but it feels like an eternity to me.It would impossible to take my mind off that which happened the last time.His leg between me and I ended up getting wet with extreme desire for carnal pleasure.I was supposed to be worried about hunger but instead, my mind occupies itself with desires of the flesh.His words echoed in my ears "Your desire to fvck is high, Senorita. I can give you everything you want. I'll fvck you till your pu$$y becomes mine and mine alone"Was it a threat or a promise or this was his plan all along? Getting me to go down on my knees and submit my body to him.Well, it was working.I haven't been with a man before and a hint of connectedness or rather, pleasure, got me craving for more.If only he knows I've never been touched, he'll prioritize that weakness and use it against me