All Chapters of Sold To The Mafia Boss: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ELEANOR Armando’s grunt pulled me from my thoughts, grounding me in the reality of what I'd just witnessed. My heart hammered as I tried to process the swirl of emotions that had forced themselves on me—a strange, nauseating blend of anger, embarrassment, and a sickened curiosity I didn’t want to admit to.I didn’t know what to feel. Part of me was disgusted with myself for even feeling anything at all. The whole thing was insane, but I couldn’t stop myself from feeling something.Armando poured himself a glass of whiskey, downing it in one go, his head dropping towards the floor and his face expressionless. He seemed elsewhere, as if lost in thought. For a moment, I thought he’d forget about me—bound and gagged on his bed, until he turned around—without a word—and tossed a wad of cash at his fling.“Take that, go in there...” he said in a low mutter, gesturing towards the bathroom door, “…clean up, and get out.” He continued.She blinked, then held the blanket around herself tight

ARMANDO I started my morning like any other—up early and ready to get things moving, but today had a different weight to it. The night’s amusements were over and it was now time to get back to business. By the end of it, Lorenzo, Alessandro, or Giuseppe—one of them wouldn’t be walking out of here. One of them had betrayed me, one of them had been selling me out to my rivals, and today was the day I was finally going to find out who.After slipping my gun into its holster, I headed downstairs, glancing over the rail of the staircase while I was still at the top. They were all there like I expected. I never tolerated tardiness and they understood that well.I could see them standing close together, muttering to each other in low voices—though they wouldn’t bring up the reason they were here, not even between themselves. I‘d trained my men to keep things close to the chest. I had made it clear to each of them that the mission was confidential, so no matter what it was, I knew they eac

ARMANDOI kept my gun steady, its weight grounding me as I stared Alessandro down. His eyes darted between me and Giuseppe—who also aimed at him. His face flickered with something between shock and desperation. Still, he held tight to his denial.Lorenzo glanced shortly at him as well, as if hoping Alessandro would somehow prove me wrong, that he’d explain all this away. But I wasn’t about to give him any more time to spin a story.I leaned forward, my finger resting on the trigger, shifting it ever so slightly. “This is your last chance, Alessandro,” I said quietly, my voice hard as stone. “Either you talk now, or I’ll pull this trigger, and that’ll be the end of it.”Alessandro’s mouth opened, then it closed right back. I could see his chest rising and falling as he looked for the right words, but I could also tell that he didn’t have them. The sweat on his brow told me he was running out of excuses but still, he had the nerve to shake his head—in pretentious disbelief. “Boss, I sw

ELEANOR There was this loud, piercing ringing in my ears. I’d barely registered what had hit me, but I found myself flat on the floor, my cheek throbbing and my head spinning. The pain was blinding—a sharp ache radiating through half of my face, and it took me a few seconds to push myself up. I could feel my hair tangled around my face, strands sticking to my cheek where it was hot from the slap. My vision was hazy, but it was starting to clear, and the first thing I saw was Armando, his hand wrapped around the neck of the man who’d struck me, holding him against the wall like he could squeeze the life out of him.But I didn’t care about that—not right now. My gaze went past them and landed on the other man bleeding helplessly on the floor—barely conscious. I felt a jolt of horror, and without thinking, I scrambled over to him. Blood was streaked across his face, his clothes immensely soaked with sweat—looking like he’d been dragged through hell. I didn’t know his name or who he was,

ELEANOR The gunshots still echoed in my ears as the sight of the two bodies lying lifeless—blood pooling beneath them—brought a sick, heavy feeling to my stomach.I was frozen, rooted to the spot, and all I could do was stare wide-eyed as Armando—without a flicker of remorse—lowered his gun.When he finally looked up, his expression was as cold as ever. There was no trace of regret, not a single sign that he had even flinched at what he had done. Just that unsettling, nonchalant calmness he always seemed to have. Before I could fully realize what was going on, he began to step toward me, slow and steady.Every instinct screamed at me to back away—to keep a safe distance, so for every step he took forward, I took one back. I wasn’t sure what he intended, and that uncertainty only made me more afraid. But the look in his eyes, they held me like a command that couldn’t be ignored.“Stop.” He said in a low and commanding tone, his voice possessing a force behind it that froze me in my