SOLD TO THE MAFIA KING

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 2

I gasp as the stranger carries me bridal style. If it was anyone else, I'd hit them and run for my life.

I just wish I could see him properly. I feel his taut muscles bulging on my boobs as he walks. I just want to rip his shirt off. I was losing my mind and the alcohol made it worse.

“Where are you taking me too?” I ask softly, relaxing in his warmth.

He doesn't look at me. He just stares forward unreadable as usual. “Upstairs, you are injured.”

I just realized my heels got bruised. I felt like it was only us in the whole club and I wanted to relish it. He's so handsome. Even though I couldn't think clearly, I could tell he had a lot to hide from his enigmatic look.

I spot one of the Indian men in a room having a night of his life. I giggle at the sound of him moaning and the stranger looks at me in confusion and disgust.

He places me on the bed in one of the empty rooms. I don't know where the music was coming from but I've never heard anything so erotic before.

“Where's the first aid box?” He asked impatiently.

I stare at him with my eyes barely open and my legs crossed with my hands on the bed. “On the dresser.”

He takes the first aid box off the dresser and sits next to me. I put my leg on his lap as he took out the ointment.

“Are you always so clumsy?” He asked softly but with anger laced in his voice.

I hold a whimper as she massages my leg with the ointment, if only he'd go upper. “Only when I'm drunk,”

“Mhm,” he replied. I've been with Leo for years. He's never shown me an ounce of chivalry. All he ever did was highlight my mistakes and take his anger out on me.

I just want to forget the pains he has caused me and be free even if it's just once.

“Done, “ The stranger said and I took my legs away. He stares at me and I don't look away.

“What's your name?” I ask and his gaze hardens as if remembering something.

“You'll get to know at the right time,” he said tartly.

The music messes with my brain, and all I can imagine is him naked. I pressed my lips violently on him before he could look away. It was a slut move, but I didn't care; I just wanted to f**k this man.

He didn't respond, neither did he push me away, so I kneeled in the middle of him, devouring his lips like a hungry animal.

Anger and lust overwhelmed me, and I just wanted to pour it out on him. I wanted him to touch me but he didn't. I could feel him tense and I could see the bulge in his pants.

I take off the mask and my clothes and throw it to the corner of the room. His eyes were dark and filled with lust and I loved it. Leo never looked at me this way, it was always anger laced in his eyes.

I took off his suit and shirt, revealing his tense muscles; there was something drawn on it. I bite, suck, lick: Anything I possibly could but it wasn't enough. I liked the way he gasped in pleasure but I wanted more.

“Please, “ I pleaded, biting his ear. His hand slowly moves up my leg causing a warm sensation to run through me. I moaned at the little touch. I hope he can't tell I'm a virgin. My eyes are closed, and I bite my lips, holding a cry as his hands slide up.

I wanted to cry so badly. Leo is the reason why I'm being so cheap. I tried my best to be the best girlfriend to him, and all he ever did was make me hate myself, yet I still love him. What next after now? I'll go back home and find out how to pay my dad's debt.

I feel tears run down my cheek and his hand stops close to my underwear. “Please don't stop,” I whimper slowly, opening my eyes to see him frowning at me.

“Please, touch me.” I began crying like a baby.

“You'll regret it if I do,” he said softly, and I held his hand, pushing it to my warmth, and I whimpered, still not satisfied.

“I don't care…please…” I groan in annoyance feeling my throat become hotter and my eyes shutting.

“Are you ready to bear the consequences, again?” He thumb strokes my p***y and my eyelids fall and open continuously. I was to gone to process what he had said. At this moment, I wasn't thinking.

I felt something rise up my throat. “Mhm,” I moaned tiredly and before I could close my mouth, I had ended up killing myself.

** **

I groan, stretching as my eyes slowly open. I hear voices murmuring from the next room, and I sit up, rubbing my eyes as I yawn.

A sharp pain hits my head and I wince. I always forget the hangover that came afterward. I stand and see a sachet of painkillers and a cup of water on the table. Strange.

I take the drugs and sit back on the bed, my brain completely scrambled.

I look at my body and my clothes are on. Wait! My clothes are on!

“s**t!” I jolted up from the bed holding my hair when I remembered last night. “Ariana, what have you done?”

If he were like other guys, I would have been dead. I begged him to sleep with me, and when he was about to, I puked on him and passed out.

The door bursts open and I flinch before sighing when I see Amaya looking at me with wide eyes.

“Are you okay?” She asked worriedly.

I raise a brow, “Why wouldn't I be okay?”

Her jaw drops slightly and she hugs me, “I heard about the breakup and your dad's bankruptcy.”

My fist clenched, but that wasn't what made me worried right now. I just pray I never see that man again. “It's fine.”

She pulls away, and her eyes scan me from head to toe, “Wait, did you get laid?” She asked in amusement.

I held my head anxiously, “ More like, did you nearly get yourself killed.”

Her brows knit together, “What do you mean?”

I sat on the bed and huffed, “I nearly had s*x with a man but I puked on him.”

Her eyes widened and she gasped. “Don't tell me you almost slept with a Mafia King,”

The pain in my head doubles at her words, “What do you mean?” I ask hysterically.

She gasped again and began pacing around the room. “Ariana you puked on a f*****g devil in human form.”

My heart began to race even though I didn't understand what she was saying. The man I was with yesterday was nothing close to the devil.

“You must be mistaken, “ I say and she stops and stares at me. “Did you see any tattoos of something like an ace?”

I squint my eyes trying to remember. Then it hit me, I did see something like a tattoo of a card game. My eyes widened, “Yes, I did.”

“Araina, the guy you puked on is Alejandro Fernandez, King of all Mafia Kings… he's the leader of the Aces.” She said in a voice laced with fear and contempt.

I looked around the room like magic was going to happen. “What do I do?”

“Are you sure he didn't harm you in any way?” She asked, and I nodded in denial. She sighs. “Just be careful.”

Many things raced through my mind. I was with the notorious Mafia King. I almost slept with him. I puked on him. I've heard so many things about him. The way he killed people was the lifeblood of evil. But, the man I was with seemed nothing like that. Maybe everything they said about him was all rumors. I'm glad he didn't take advantage of me.

“What's the ruckus about?” I ask, referring to the noises coming from the other room.

Apprehension fills her eyes, “A man was found dead. He's one of Alejandro's men, I think. He's Indian.”

“What, “ I gasp. Ha…how?

“Haley is so scared, she said he began convulsing when they were having sex.” She said tiredly.

I wonder how that happened. Poor Haley, she must have been so scared. “What's going to happen to her?”

“Steven said the cops took her in for questioning. I have no idea what will happen next, “ She sighs.

The Indians were acting strangely yesterday. Did anything else happen? I try to think but my head just hurts.

“Thank you for taking my place,” Amaya says and my lips curl up weakly. “How's your head doing?”

“Better than Wednesday,” She says exasperatedly and I chuckle.

Hardin races through the door and looks at me and Amaya. His eyes softened when he saw her. “I missed you so much,” he hugged her tightly.

I smile nervously. They've been together for a year now, and it's kind of weird when Hardin says certain things to me, but I don't blame him; he's more feminine than masculine.

“I have to go now, “ I say nervously and they both look at me.

“I'm so sorry about last night. I had no idea he was in the Mafia; I hope he didn't hurt you.” Hardin says quickly and I roll my eyes.

“Why are you both acting like I can't kick ass,” I say humorously and they look at themselves and burst into laughter.

“If there is anything you can do, that's kiss ass,” Hardin laughs like he's stronger than me.

I frown and Amaya hits his shoulder. “Don't talk like that.”

I greet them goodbye and leave. The club's empty probably because of the incident. I just hope Haley gets released.

I'm glad I was able to release some steam though I embarrassed myself in front of a Mafia King. I would have never believed he's the Mafia though he had a suiting demeanor of one.

I take a deep breath before entering my house. It's a three-story building, I just wonder how many days we have left to stay here-

I stop dead in my tracks when I see my brothers badly beaten up and being held at gunpoint by four men in black. They look at me mortified and gasp.

My heart squeezes in my chest and tears run down my cheek. What's happening?

“Ariana, run,” Adriano tries to stand, but one of the men hits him with his rifle, causing him to fall and cough out blood.

I gasp in fear and I walk further in, my body trembling as I catch the gaze of the devil himself.

“Welcome home, Ariana.”