Bound to Mafia Princess

The contract

Jay

The stench of sweat, blood, and cheap liquor clung to the air of the underground fight club. I could feel the roar of the crowd vibrating through the floor as my opponent swung at me, the air thick with tension. I dodged, my instincts guiding me as I sidestepped the blow. He was big, but I had something he didn’t—precision. One quick move, and I slammed my knee into his stomach, sending him crashing to the ground. The crowd went wild, money changing hands, but all I could focus on was the dull ache in my ribs and the fact that my bank account still didn’t look any better.

“Impressive,” a voice called out from the back of the room.

I turned instinctively, wiping blood from my lip. My gaze fell on a man standing in the shadow of the ring. He was tall, dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit that made him stand out in the otherwise grimy atmosphere. His eyes, dark and calculating, were fixed on me, and I felt an unfamiliar chill run through my veins.

“You don’t belong here,” the man said, his voice smooth and commanding. “Not with your skills. You’re wasting your potential.”

I narrowed my eyes, still catching my breath. “Who are you?”

He stepped forward, and the crowd parted for him like water. His presence commanded it.

“Andrew Young,” he replied simply. “I’m the man who can offer you a future, Jay.”

I stiffened at the name. Andrew Young wasn’t just some businessman or rich guy. He was a notorious mafia boss, the kingpin of the city’s underworld, and everyone knew it. People feared him. And when someone like Andrew Young noticed you, it was either the beginning of a new chapter or the end of a very short one.

“What’s the offer?” I asked, my voice guarded. I’d learned over the years that nothing came for free, especially not from men like him.

“I need someone like you, I heard you have worked for valentino” Andrew said, his gaze unwavering. “You’ve got the skill, the discipline, and the ability to think on your feet. I want you to be my bodyguard.”

My mind immediately began to race. A bodyguard? For Andrew Young? The money was tempting, but the risks were even greater.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” I muttered under my breath.

Andrew smiled, but it wasn’t a pleasant smile. It was the kind of smile that made your skin crawl, the smile of a man who got what he wanted, no matter the cost.

“I’m not kidding. I’ve been watching you, Jay. You’ve got potential—something people like you can’t afford to waste. I can make sure you never have to worry about money again. All I need is loyalty. And your skills.”

I hesitated, glancing around at the grimy gym, at the blood on my hands, the pain in my body. I was struggling financially, drowning in debt, living from one fight to the next. The offer was too good to pass up.

“What’s the catch?” I asked, still unsure.

“No catch,” Andrew said. “You do your job, and I’ll take care of you. You’ll protect me, travel with me, handle threats when they come. The risks are high, but the rewards are higher.”

I didn’t trust him. But in a world like mine, sometimes survival meant taking risks. I knew the kind of people Andrew surrounded himself with—the kind of enemies who didn’t care about collateral damage. But at that moment, I was willing to put aside my doubts. The money was good, and the offer was too tempting to ignore.

“Alright,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I’ll do it.”

Andrew’s smile deepened, like he’d just won a game. “Good. Be at this address tomorrow. Don’t be late.”

I took the business card he handed me and tucked it into my jacket pocket, still unsure of what exactly I’d just gotten myself into. But there was no turning back now.

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The next morning, I found myself standing in front of a mansion that looked like something out of a movie. The gates were high, reinforced with thick iron bars, and the security cameras were more than a little intimidating. I felt like a fly walking into a spider’s web, and for the first time in my life, I realized just how deep I was about to get in.

A butler greeted me at the gate, leading me inside with a calm demeanor that only added to the unsettling nature of the estate. The house itself was a fortress, every hallway lined with priceless art, marble floors reflecting the gleaming chandeliers. This wasn’t a house—it was a kingdom.

Andrew was waiting for me in a study, his demeanor calm, collected, like a man who was used to having people do exactly what he said. He didn’t greet me with pleasantries; he simply gestured for me to sit.

“You’re punctual,” he said, his voice smooth.

“You said to be here at nine,” I replied, taking the chair opposite him.

He chuckled, setting down a glass of whiskey. “I like that about you. No nonsense.”

I watched him carefully as he leaned back in his chair. The man was dangerous, I knew that much. But there was something else about him, something calculated in his every move. He wasn’t just a mafia boss; he was a strategist, a manipulator, someone who always seemed to be several steps ahead.

“You’ll be with me at all times,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “At events, meetings, public appearances, and even at home. You’re my shadow. When I move, you move. No exceptions.”

I nodded. “Understood.”

“But there’s more,” Andrew added, his voice lowering, becoming even more serious. “I need you to keep an eye on my daughter.”

I blinked, surprised by the sudden change in tone. “Your daughter?”

“Yes,” Andrew said, his eyes hardening. “Her name is Alessia.She’s… rebellious. Headstrong. A target. There are people who would use her to get to me. I need you to protect her.”

I frowned. “You want me to protect a teenager?”

Andrew’s gaze hardened, and his voice dropped to a low growl. “You think you can question me? I’m telling you what needs to be done. If she’s in danger, you protect her. If she’s in trouble, you handle it.”

I didn’t flinch. “I don’t know the first thing about handling a teenager.”

“She’s not just any teenager,” Andrew said coldly. “She’s my daughter. And right now, she’s a liability. I need someone I trust to keep her safe. If she steps out of line, you make sure she doesn’t get into trouble. No excuses.”

I didn’t like the sound of that. I wasn’t here to be a nanny. I was a bodyguard, hired to protect Andrew, not to babysit his daughter. But the way Andrew was looking at me—the coldness in his eyes, the urgency in his voice—I knew I had no choice.

“Alright,” I said, the word tasting bitter on my tongue. “I’ll protect her.”

Andrew nodded. “Good. Be at the estate tomorrow morning, 9 a.m. You start immediately.”

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The next day, I stood outside the gates of the Young estate again, this time with a different kind of anticipation gnawing at me. I had no idea what I was walking into, but one thing was certain: my life was about to change.

I was led to a wing of the mansion I hadn’t seen before, the walls decorated with soft colors and expensive furniture. There were no signs of danger here—no armed guards, no security cameras. It felt almost like a normal home, if you could ever call a mafia boss’s mansion “normal.”

When I opened the door opened of Andrew's office, and there she was—Alessia Young, the mafia princess.

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