All Chapters of Indebted To The Cruel Mafia Boss: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter 141Katie's POVI put a lot of effort into making sure I look fantastic tonight.Maybe it’s because I’m still wrestling with frustration.Maybe it’s because I’m still horny.And maybe it’s because I want to regain my dignity.It’s not like I made a move on him––frankly, I wouldn’t know how to pursue men––but his comment was more than telling.It stung a little. I must say.I haven’t even tried to do that with high school boys.That part of my life has never happened.Have I thought about having sex, losing my V-card, and all that crap?Quite a few times, but it just didn’t feel right.When the other girls were having sex, I was trying to stay alive.So yes, it has never been a priority of mine.Can anyone blame me? No. I don’t think so.I’m still confused when it comes to Cephus Salla and the things he does to my body. Sometimes without even touching me.But I’m not confused when it comes to the dress I want to wear tonight.The black dress he’d picked for the other nightlies

Chapter 143Cephus’ POVI’m doing my due diligence to prevent it, and then I get this kind of shit?Why?I’m paying the right people not to have FBI agents at my door.Vito looks at me without answering.“I can’t get in touch with my people right now. I don’t know who’s ratted us out or why.”Yes, it could be the FBI agents who are on my payroll. Maybe they have become susceptible to blackmail.Or maybe there is a new player in town, overbidding me. Offering more.This is not about the money, after all. I have money. I’ve already given them too damn much, but I could up that sum.This is about power.“That Boris guy…” Vito says, his voice trailing off as he unbuttons his jacket and slides into an armchair.“Yeah… I know.” I mutter, reaching inside the drawer and going for my pack of cigarettes.I retrieved one and put it between my lips.Fire goes through my veins, and I’m so tense I could easily break someone’s neck.I crash into my seat and light my cigarette.“I knew it was all a d

Chapter 145Katie's POVA lot is happening around me.And I mean a lot.There are so many people, voices, lights, and sounds.The crowd is having a good time while I try not to stumble and make a fool of myself.I pay attention to how I walk, sit, and speak.Well, I don’t speak much. I mostly take in the world swirling around me.It’s strange and intense at times as everyone seems to be a bad joke away from shifting from joyful exhilaration to having a nasty argument.This world is theatrical and volatile, yet Cephus doesn’t seem to be like that.He observes everything with undisguised thoughtfulness, reading the clues and participating in the conversations, yet still keeping his cool and being reserved.I think he’s seeing what I’m seeing.And maybe I’m learning from him to just sit and listen and, more importantly, read the room.I furtively glance at him.His eyes move around the room, but all I see is his magnetism. Pure testosterone flows through his blood, fueling his power over

Chapter 147Katie's POVThe bright world of Las Vegas ends where the desert begins.If you turn your back to the city and just look into the night, your whole life has a different feel.You forget about the angst of living and ugly people making your life unlivable at times.I don’t remember a time in my life when I felt so alone.I miss my home, and I miss Tina and Jen. I even miss my old job with its grueling hours and rowdy crowds.I wish I could go back to that without facing my father's wrath, but that’s not possible.And he is no longer possible.He has no place in our lives.I stare at the starry sky, wishing so many things for myself and Tina, most of which seem impossible.And then I look back at the brightly lit city, and it’s like staring at my destiny.And I’m not sure I want to go back, but on the other hand, I know I can’t fight it.So I go.After spending a few more moments enjoying the view, I make the trip back.I arrive at the hotel around midnight and park my car in

Chapter 149Cephus’ POVKatie has slept the whole afternoon, and though I want to wake her, every time I walk into the room to do it, I can’t. She looks so at peace in bed, and I know if I wake her, the peacefulness that resides within her now will be gone.Instead, I sit in the chair across from the bed and watch her delicate body. I appreciate her plump lips, the slope of her back, and the way her mouth parts as she allows a sigh to escape her lips as she sleeps.She is magnificent, and she is mine. No longer able to hold back, I slip back into bed beside her. I need her to wake up. I need to talk to her, tell her how much her life has changed. The moment she saved my life is the moment she became a part of this war.“Piccolo…” I whisper in her ear. She doesn’t move, and for a moment, I think she doesn’t hear me. That is until my eyes sweep across her face. Her big, brown, doe eyes are wide open, peering up at me.“What time is it?” she asks, her voice full of sleep. I smile at the