All Chapters of Game With The Mafia King: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Nerthus“I can explain,” I breathe out, making him bark out a laugh.“Oh, I’m eager to hear that explanation,” he says amused.I gulp at my heart sinking to my stomach, making him tilt his head at me. “So?”“Sorry, I didn’t think you would react like that,” I whisper, and he laughs.Clearing my throat, I shift in my seat, making him increase his hold on me. “I told you. I didn’t know how to react. And I was scared of doing something stupid that would have scared you off again.”“So, it doesn’t bother you? What I said, I mean.” He asks me, looping his fingers into the side wings of my panties.Biting my bottom lip, I shake my head. “Not at all.”He hums approvingly while he slips my panties off me. As he moves his hands up my legs again, his thumbs trace the inside of my thighs, spreading my legs slowly.Kneeling, he gets between my legs and brings my hands together behind the backrest of the chair. He holds them together with one hand while he wraps his tie around my wrists with the o

NerthusMy heart explodes in my chest, and I shake my head. “No! No! No! You told me I could be honest with you. You told me you wouldn’t hate me!”“I don’t hate you,” he tells me calmly while my voice gets louder.“Then why? You can’t do this. We had just discussed-”Grabbing my face with his hand, he interrupts me brusquely.“You need to calm down, Nerthus.” He orders me, making me whimper. “And you need to let me finish.”“I always do,” I say lowly, massaging my gums as he lets go of me.A loud laugh explodes from his chest. “Yeah. Yeah, you do.”Taking my glass from me and setting it down along with his, he scoots closer to me, laying his hand around my hip. I take a deep breath, his mouthwatering scent and the heat streaming from his body calming me down. “I don’t want to keep you bound by a contract where you would have to fear enduring a clause that hurts you. I didn’t know how bad it was and I shouldn’t have done it. Please forgive me.”He leaves me speechless as I never had s

Arawn – Eleven Years Ago “What’s your name, sweetie?” one of the madams managing the whorehouses on the territory as the girl with the most beautiful eyes that I have ever seen fidgets with her fingers.“Nerthus Hendriks, ma’am.” She answers shyly, and I have to force down the urge to shift in my seat.One of the men sitting in the room with me laughs, his colleagues joining him soon after. “What a silly name.”“Oh, please, call me Theresa, sweetie.” The madam speaks again, making Nerthus’ face light up with a smile.“Okay,” she answers cutely.I am glued to the television as I see how Nerthus starts undressing herself as the madam assigned to her asks her to do so.My guts boil at the men around me starting to make indecent jokes, and surprise myself as I clench my teeth.This is not the first time they show this

Nerthus The flickering lights of the cold room give me harder goosebumps than the idea of being surrounded by corpses.“Whenever you are ready, ma’am,” the coroner looks at me over his small glasses, and I nod, trying to keep the bile rising in my throat down.With a swift movement, he lifts the cloth, revealing the pale face of a woman.It might seem like a mundane action on his part, but I certainly wasn’t ready for it.Even if they gave me all the time I needed to adjust and prepare myself for this sight, I must admit that I wasn’t ready for it.And how could someone ever be?Holding a hand in front of my mouth, I swallow hard.“Take your time. If you need a break, let me know.” The detective, standing at the feet of the woman, talks in a calm voice, tearing me out of my abyss.I blink my tears away as I take a deep breath and tear my eyes away from her. “No, no. It’s alright. Erm… I worked with her a few years ago.”Making a little break, I appreciate the fact that the detective

Arawn My mother worked the streets as well.But she was nothing like Nerthus.She lacked everything and most of all, strength.As my father got to know I existed he compensated my mother well. Well, enough to have us living regally. She didn’t provide any differently for me though. She just stopped selling herself but kept on spending all her money on her drugs and every waking minute popping pills.According to her, it was already the biggest mercy that she had come to take me out of that orphanage.She was convinced I should venerate her like her Goddess for it. At first, I was confused, but slowly I began to understand that it wasn’t that loving gesture as what she sold it to me.Without me, she wouldn’t have gotten any money.My father didn’t know that she hated me just because I was looking a lot like him.In front of him, she played the worried mom. An