Todos los capítulos de A Submissive For The Beastly Mafia: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Chapter 2 ALLESIA What kind of man offers a girl such an outrageous amount of money just to get under her pants on their first meeting, a professional meeting at that? Of course, it had to be a crooked billionaire like Russel Mancini. And so it was hate at first sight between us. I had sworn never to see his impassively stupid face again and I hope to God that our paths never cross again. I mean, on my part, he'll never see me outside the four walls of this place so where else will he get the chance? He can go to hell and shove his dirty money up his ass! I returned to the bar where I worked later that evening, still sulking. I scoffed as his name found its way back to my mind. Russel Mancini was the kind of danger I was running from. Aside his money, his personality had a dark unsettling aura that made me so uneasy around him. No one had ever made me that uneasy. "How was it?" Elletra, my best friend who had pushed me into this mess in the first place inquired with a grin

Chapter 4 A fugitive at twenty-two. That was the only thought that rang through my mind as I crouched behind the bar, holding Renzo's half-conscious body against mine. The police were everywhere, securing the perimeter and yelling that everyone was detained for questioning. "Renzo, please," I whispered urgently, shaking him gently. "We need to go fast." He groaned, his eyes fluttering open. "Les? What happened?" "No time. We need to get out of here before the police find us." The whole ruckus from the fire alarm I'd pulled was still in full swing. Guests were streaming out of the exits, police were shouting orders, and through the haze of fake smoke, I could see flashlights sweeping across the room. "Everyone remain calm and exit the building in an orderly fashion," an officer's voice boomed through a megaphone. "Anyone found inside will be charged with obstructing an active investigation scene!" I peeked around the edge of the bar. The main entrance was completely blocked by o

Chapter 6 RUSSEL I made my way up towards my office, taking three steps at a time. As soon as I was inside, I let out a long sigh before discarding my bloodied shirt, then I dumped the jacket on the floor too, leaving me in just my trouser. I walked over to my task board and picked a marker. After staring at the names there for a second, I moved closer and added two more names to the list of my known enemies. “The Iversons." When Luca brings the file on the Iverson Family, I'll also add it to the stack of files holding the information of my enemies, and I'll not rest until every one of them is wiped from the face of this earth. I pulled down the wallpaper to cover the board and proceeded to my next agenda. Twisted, evil Russel, I thought with a smirk. When I left the office, I went straight to my room. A glance at my wrist watch told me it was still two in the afternoon. Two in the afternoon and I had already killed a man. The thought of her did not leave my mind as I st

Chapter 8 ALLESIA I didn’t like schools anymore than I liked books. Maybe that explained why the university library's massive oak doors felt heavier than usual. I pulled it anyway and stepped inside, scanning frantically for Renzo among the study tables. My phone had vibrated with his urgent text during my lesson, and I'd bolted mid-class without a second thought. Fuck them lessons. I found him in the back corner, hunched over his laptop, face illuminated by the blue glow of the screen. The way his shoulders dropped told me everything before he even looked up. "What's wrong? Your text said it was an emergency," I whispered, sliding into the chair across from him. Renzo glanced around to ensure no one was listening before turning his laptop toward me. On the screen was an email with an attachment—financial records from our family account. "Everything is getting fucking doubled," he said, voice low. "The insurance is refusing to cover Mum's new treatment protocol. Something a

CHAPTER 10 ALLESIA I never liked being in this room. Even as a child, my father’s study had always been off limits to us. That didn’t change after he died and we had to move down here. His study was reserved in the old attic, his old work stuff stacked there. This was the second time we’d be checking the place out since we moved here. I groaned at the dust. Renzo was taking a little too long finding the save and I was growing nervous. That was until he made a happy leap for a dusty wooden box covered in cobwebs and old books. “Well, hurry up.” I nudged him. “Are you sure the combination is what you think it is?” I whispered. Renzo nodded, his jaw clenched as he carefully brushed out the dust and turned the dial. “It was written in one of his old ledgers. It has to be right.” A soft click echoed in the quiet attic. The safe creaked open and a happy squeak welcomed it. He dug in and drew out the contents, stacks of old documents, a few scattered bundles of invoices, half eaten