SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN

“Can you walk?” He asked me, and I shook my head like a child and replied. “No.”

He groaned and lifted me up in his arms, piggybacking me as he began carrying me out of the gym, drawing everyone’s attention to us.

“That bitch is crazy.” I heard someone say.

Jake took me home in my car and carried me out of the car, still carrying me in a piggyback ride toward the door of my mansion. “You are sleeping here tonight, right?” I asked him.

“Yea.” He replied flatly. Our eyes landed on the door that was slightly open; maybe it was my security guard. He carried me into the house, pushing the door open with his head.

“Well, well, well, who do we have here?” I lifted my head to see Noah and a few of his goons standing around in my living room like they were waiting for me.

“What are you doing here? Didn’t you get arrested?” I inquired.

“Don’t be silly; I told you I couldn’t get arrested.” Noah said, playing with the iron rod in his hand.

“I told you I was going to spend our wedding night with you, so I am here.” Noah said with a shrug. “But if you don’t wanna spend it at your house, we can go to mine,” he replied with a toothy grin. I didn’t know when I squeezed my fist into tight balls.

“That is not going to happen…I may have married you, but that doesn’t mean we’ll have a relationship because we’re husband and wife.” I snarled, giving him a cold glare.

“But you said you would give us a try.” He protested.

“I lied; I don’t know what all this is about or why you brought your goons, but I am feeling sleepy, so you should all show yourselves out.” I said, and I began tapping Jake on the shoulder. “Please take me to my room and ignore them.” I said to him. Jake attempted to carry me away in the direction of the stairs when Noah stood in front of the stairs, resting his hand on the handrail. He licked his hand and used it to smooth his dirty hair backward.

“Take my wife to my room.” Noah declared. His goons then pulled guns from their pockets.

“Put the girl down.” One of the goons said pointing the gun at Jake’s head.

“You are not my boss.” Jake replied, attempting to go again when the goon fired a shot at us. My heart skipped a beat at the thought that Jake had been shot, but it turned out he fired the shot at the ceiling; I could see the hole it made.

“Hand over the girl now, or I am going to put the remaining bullets in your body.” The goon said.

“What is this, some kind of joke? or a threat?” Jake inquired.

“Whore or Noah, or whatever your name is, you are not a cool man; you fucking disgust me; do you seriously want to force yourself on a girl because she is your wife?” Jake asked. Noah let out a soft chuckle, taking out a cigarette from his pocket and lifting it, sucking it in a dramatic way. The alcohol was burning in my system, and I was starting to feel sleepy just listening to their crap.

“You said it; she is my wife.” Noah said and released the smoke in the air. “That means I am responsible for her; not just that, she belongs to me; I literally own her by law and everything.” Noah replied.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“You have got to be kidding me. Do you think you own her just because you got married to her?” Jake inquired.

“Yes, I own her; isn’t that what marriage is about, huh? It’s about the husband owning the wife; she belongs to him, and she has to submit to him.” Noah answered.

“Ugh!!” I heard the sound of Jake rubbing his teeth together in anger. “I am not going to let you take her; you will have to kill me.” Jake said.

“Then I will do it.” I heard Noah’s voice; I was feeling dizzy.

“Enough!” I yelled. “Stop it, the both of you!” I shouted and jumped down from Jake’s back, staggering as I stood on my feet. I smiled and walked over to Noah, who was leaning against his chest as I looked up at him.

“You said you own me because you got married to me?” I inquired.

“Yes,” he replied, smiling like a child.

“Okay, I will let you do anything you want to me tonight, but just promise me that after this you will divorce me, because it seems you only want to get under my pants.” I replied, taking the cigarette from him and tossing it to the floor.

“Alright, I will divorce you if you spend just one night with me.” He said playing with a strand of my hair as he was eye-fucking me.

“Queen, what the hell are you doing? You shouldn’t be doing this; you know Noah can’t keep his promises; he is only using you,” Jake stated.

“Tell them to go away.” I said, grabbing Noah’s right hand as I started dragging him up the stairs.

“All of you go away; take him away.” I heard him say as I was moving up the stairs, swaying my hips as I walked, that I could feel his lustful eyes on my body.

I took him to my dimly lit room and started undressing him while he was running his stupid hand over my body, resting his hand on my ass, and squeezing them with passion. I wasted no time in removing his chest. He moved his face closer to mine, trying to kiss me, but I didn’t kiss him back. I jumped, moved my face away, and ran my hand down his naked chest, resting it on his shorts and dragging it to the floor.

“Ooh, you are freaky. I like that.” He remarked. I removed his shorts from his legs and stood up, my gaze fixed on his average-sized dick.

“What? Not satisfied?” He inquired.

“Well, I was expecting something more, but I will work with what I see.” I remarked and pushed him to bed. He landed on the bed, smiling like a fool.