All Chapters of Sold To The Mafia Boss: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ELEANOR I handed Enzo’s phone back, feeling a mix of relief and unease after the call. He took it from me, but instead of just thanking me or brushing it off, he gave me this look—like he wanted to say something.“That was… well, an emotional moment,” he finally said, a little smile on his face. “Maybe you should let me in on what’s going on?”I tensed up instantly. As much as he had been kind to me, even saving me from being locked in that room, I wasn’t ready for this conversation. My emotions were all over the place, and before I could think, the words flew out of my mouth.“I told you it’s personal!” I snapped, surprising even myself with how sharp my voice sounded. “I appreciate what you did for me, but please, stop trying to dig into my private life, especially when it’s about my family.”He looked at me, still calm. He wasn’t even fazed by my outburst. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said, his tone steady. “I wasn’t trying to pry, just thought I could be… I don’t know, friendly. That’s j

ELEANOR The tension in my body became unbearable. Every second made it harder to contain. I'd lost control—I couldn't hold back anymore. My hormones were in charge now, not my mind. Without thinking twice, I reached out, gently placing Enzo's hand back on my thigh, right where he'd touched me earlier. That simple act sent a wave of calm through me, like all the tension had been released in one go.But he didn't react. He didn't pull away, didn't squeeze my leg, didn't push for more. We were just staring at each other,—locked in this strange, intense moment where words seemed pointless. His eyes held mine, searching, waiting, maybe even wondering what I was going to do next. But I had no clue either. It felt like we were communicating without speaking, and somehow, that made everything even more charged.Then he broke the silence, his voice soft and low, like he didn't want to disturb whatever this was. "Are you okay?"I didn't know how to answer. How do you tell someone that their t

ELEANOR It had been quiet here for days now, and I had gotten used to the silence. Since the argument with Enzo, everything felt strange, like the calm after a storm. I hadn’t seen him since he left, and honestly, I didn’t want to. Now I was alone, alone in this big house with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company.Armando hadn’t returned from his trip yet, and I had no idea when he was coming back. His absence always gave me a sense of freedom that I cherished, but there was also this strange loneliness creeping in. He had laid off all the staff again—permanently this time. That meant no more Isabella. It was just me in this huge mansion, taking care of everything.I didn’t mind the chores. Actually, having something to do helped distract me from my thoughts. Cleaning the rooms, doing the laundry, preparing meals—even if they were just for myself—kept my mind occupied. But when the tasks were done, when the house was spotless and quiet again, the boredom would set in.I would s

ARMANDO I paced my office, a glass of whiskey in hand and my thoughts drifting to old memories. It felt strange doubting Lorenzo, Alessandro, and even Giuseppe, but here I was, questioning the loyalty of men I had raised from the streets.Lorenzo and Alessandro were identical twins, impossible to tell apart at first. I still remembered the night when I had first seen them in that filthy underground fight club, blood on their fists, and murder in their eyes. They were more like two sides of a single blade, each one moving in perfect sync with the other, striking as though they shared the same pulse. They weren’t just street fighters—they were something else, something raw and vicious. I watched as they took down every poor bastard that stepped into that cage, squeezing the life out of their opponents until they lay still on the ground.It was that unity, that unbreakable bond between them, that had caught my eye. Men like that could be molded, given purpose and made useful. So when

ELEANOR I let out a slow, shaky breath, and finally, I nodded. Without another word, I turned around, my back now facing him, and every nerve in my body on high alert.My heart pounded painfully in my chest as my eyes flickered to the gun on the dresser, its dark metal gleaming under the dim lights of Armando’s room. I had no idea if it was loaded or not, but I wasn’t about to find out. My hands trembled by my sides, and when I finally found my voice, it came out low, nearly a whisper.“What… what do you want from me this time?”I could feel his eyes on me, the weight of his gaze heavy, making it hard to breathe. He leaned in close, so close I could feel his breath on my ear, and then he whispered, his voice stiff and commanding, “Shhh… be quiet.”A cold shiver slid down my spine, my heartbeat skidding as my stomach dropped. I shut my eyes, feeling them sting as tears started to form. I didn’t know what he was about to do, but he wasn’t messing around.I heard him open the drawer, th