All Chapters of Sold To The Mafia Lord: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

*Jason* I walked back and forth in my hotel room. After two days of staying with Steve, I returned to the hotel. I couldn't stay in the house. Not when everything I looked at reminded me of Sarah. I had hoped we would get revenge on Bruno soon so I could take Lucia and get the hell out of this country. I miss my life. And my base needed me. But I've been pushing my duties around and doing all I can from here. I looked at my phone umpteen times in a while, waiting for a text from Michael. For two weeks now, I have not been able to contact Steve. He has not contacted me either. I wanted to know if he still wanted to work together in getting back at Bruno. I thought I'd be able to settle everything soon, but he has been delaying the plan. I didn't want it to seem as if Bruno’s threat was the reason why I didn't carry out the plan. When Steve had asked me for help the other day, well… not ask technically… I had agreed, but now he was chickening out? My phone beeped. Finally, a mes

*Jason* I drove as fast as I could, honking and overtaking the cars in front of me. Steve is a psycho, and I don't know what he may do to Lucia. I don't care if he does anything to Bruno, but Lucia must not get hurt. “Get out of my way, you mother fucker,” I cursed a blue Bugatti who refused to take the other lane. The venue for the wedding was a hotel. I had my men research it to make sure it was safe for the wedding, and I was surprised when I heard that Bruno owned the hotel. That guy was rich. I don't have to worry about Lucia not being given enough. Thinking about her being with another man made my chest ache, but there was nothing I could do. I have already let her go, and I will save her from any plan Steve has. I drove into the hotel like a madman, getting weird stares from some of the people who walked around. I pulled my car in front of the hotel, flung the door open, and stepped out. The morning sun was already up in the sky; bright clouds moved slowly past it. I didn

*Bruno* I felt sore all over my body. I was lying on something soft. I wanted to open my eyes, but I couldn't. Opening my eyes felt like a chore. I moved my fingertip. From the smell of the bedsheets, I knew I was in my room. I had a hard time trying to remember why I was lying here. Fuck. My memories came flooding back to me. I was supposed to get married to Lucia. We didn't get married. I opened my eyes. It wasn't as hard as it was before. It was as if I was filled with a different energy. The room was bright from the bulbs that hung in the middle of the room. I blinked twice in succession, adjusting to the light. Lucia Where was she? Why was I here? The last thing I remember was being shot and Lucia; I couldn't see her; I didn't know what happened to her. Did Rave come to save her? And that bastard, Steve, I'll rip him limb by limb. I sat up slowly, my shoulder aches to my hand. My hands were bandaged. This wasn't the first time I was shot; it wasn't much of a big deal to me

*Bruno* I furrowed my brows when I saw his message. This bastard, my grip around the phone tightened. “What does he want?” Rave asked, stepping close to me to take a look at the text. I extended the phone, giving him a better view but not leaving it completely. “What? He wants to talk over a video call. The nerve of him,” said Rave, his voice a little bit over the top. I dropped my hands to the side. “Let's give him what he wants,” said Jason, standing at the side. It's just a video call; it shouldn't change much.” He sounded sure that there would be changes or that the call would lead us somewhere. The curtains by the window on the other side danced in the air. “Do you even know what you are saying? You want us to agree with his terms, no. We are not going to make him feel superior. He won't tell us what to do," said Rave at the same time. He was facing Jason, who didn't seem to want to stop. “So you say we ignore his message and keep searching for Lucia ourselves?” Rave raised a

*Lucia* He sensed me coming with the rope, but it was too late to duck as I wrapped it firmly around his neck. He wiggled, trying to turn the table, and sure, he was strong, but I didn't want to give him the pleasure of seeing me weak or thinking he was stronger. The light dimmed. “How do you feel now?” I asked. He was low, and his hand was on the rope. I held him tighter. If I allowed him to overpower me for just one moment, I didn't know what he would do. He stopped wiggling. “Having fun?” He asked. His hands were still on the rope. “You bet,” I responded. “You may have to tighten this rope to kill me,” he says, struggling a bit. I liked the fact that he was struggling. “Okay, fun time is over,” he said. His hands moved to mine, and he pressed my hands. His grip was tight and solid. Then, one of his hands moved to the rope, and he easily moved it over his head. I put up a fight. I wasn't going to allow him to get away so easily. So, I quickly wrapped my hands around his ne