All Chapters of Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Astrella's point of view Morning stretched painfully long. I had barely slept, my mind a storm of thoughts I couldn’t silence. I kept pacing, my bare feet dragging against the cold floor, waiting and praying that she would come. And that no one else would. Every little noise in the hallway made my heart jolt. What if they caught her? What if she wasn’t the one bringing my food today? I clenched my fists, biting down my frustration. I couldn’t afford to panic, not yet. Then, finally, a knock on the door startled the hell out of me. I sucked in a sharp breath. Three soft taps. The same pattern as yesterday. I hurried to the door, hesitating only for a second before unlocking it and yanking it open. She was there. The girl stood with her head slightly bowed, balancing a tray of food in her hands. To anyone watching, she looked like she was simply delivering breakfast. But when I met her gaze, I saw the flicker of something hidden beneath her neutral expression. She was relief and

Astrella's point of view The first thing I noticed was the stiffness in my limbs. Everything fvcking hurt. I was awake, but the world around me was still nothing but darkness. The thick bag over my head blocked everything, even my sense of direction. All I could do was listen. The SUV rumbled beneath me, its tires crunching over gravel before coming to a slow stop. A door creaked open, and the heavy thud of boots against the ground followed. The morning air slipped inside, chilling my skin. I shivered. Where the hell am I? A voice, deep and rough, spoke outside. "You got the goods?" I froze. Goods? Like I was some fvcking cargo? I squirmed in my seat, but I stopped when a groan came from the front seat, making my stomach twist. Damn it. Someone was still inside. My hands were bound behind me, the rope digging into my wrists. My shoulders ached from being in the same position for too long, but my only concern was getting this damn bag of

Astrella's point of view "Dax?" I stirred, his name slipping from my lips as warmth enveloped me. A shiver ran down my spine when I felt him above me, his breath hot against my skin. My eyes still shut in close. He svcks my tits pulls off with a wet pop and then moves to the other nipple, biting down on that one hard until I moan his name loud this time again. A gasp escaped me when he pressed closer, the weight of him sending a delicious ache through my body. "Dax, what are you doing?" My heartbeat thundered, matching the slow, deliberate rhythm of his movements. A deep groan rumbled from him, and the sound alone sent a pulse of warmth between my thighs. It’s not enough to feel how hard he is through his pants. I arched instinctively, meeting him, craving something more, something just beyond reach. I grab his hair, pulling him closer. His hands gripped my waist, guiding me against his throbbing length, and a deep, unspoken need c

Astrella's point of view After the talk, we all went back to our respective rooms in this hellhole. I let out a deep sigh, already feeling the exhaustion settle into my bones. Finally, a moment to breathe. I was about to collapse onto the bed when someone pounded on my door like the damn shít. Jeez. These guys really know how to get on my nerves. I just stared at the door for a second, just to piss off whoever was on the other side. Let them stew in their impatience. Then, with a huff, I sprinted over and yanked it open. “What do you want?” I snapped, my forehead creasing when I came face to face with Dax. His gaze swept over me, slowly, like he was analyzing every inch. I rolled my eyes, already annoyed. What? Never seen a woman in an oversized shirt before? My blouse was too big, practically swallowing me whole, making my shorts barely visible.

Astrella's point of view I washed my hands and stared at my reflection in the mirror, smirking. Alright, time to ditch my babysitter, aka bodyguard. Pushing the restroom door open just a crack, I peered outside. The two bodyguards were still stationed near the entrance, standing like statues, eyes scanning the hallway, completely unaware that I was about to make their night very difficult. Then, luck struck. A group of drunk, giggling women, swaying in their stilettos and chattering loudly, came in. Perfect cover. When they got inside, one of the women stepped into the cubicle. I waited for a minute after they finished their things. When they were going out, I quickly stepped out, keeping my head down, timing my movements perfectly to blend in. The girls passed by my guards, who barely gave them a glance. They were too busy guarding the restroom door. Idi