All Chapters of BOUND TO MY MAFIA KING: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

We blended into the crowd perfectly with Killian in his black suit and me in my flowing, black lace gown.The inside of the warehouse was a stark contrast to the outside. Everywhere was decorated and arranged, and each guest that arrived began to take their designated seats.They were all wearing masks, which didn't shock me because it was quite common at these events.It was to prevent anyone's identities from being at risk to rivals or the press, though they all pretended like it was just a tradition being maintained."We should take our seats." Killian glanced down at me, his dark eyes holding a hint of danger I hadn't seen in his eyes since Vaughn kidnapped me.He hooked his arm around mine, leading me to the very front of the neatly arranged rows of black painted chairs.The stage was mere feet away, special lights and a microphone were being adjusted to it.My teeth dug into my lower lip, trying to control my trembling while reminding myself that I wasn't going to even touch tha

Leaving with Justin was the dumbest decision I'd ever made.Which was saying a lot considering I'd made loads of stupid decisions in my life.Just as the door shut behind us, there was a shuffle, like something heavy falling. I took my eyes off Justin for a second, and by the time my gaze shot back to him, he'd charged at me, slamming his palm over my mouth."Fucking where've you been making my life hell?" He grunted as his hand cut off my air supply.I struggled against his grip, eyes darting back towards the door. Killian was in there.Getting back to him meant safety. The only thing I knew besides that was that if I didn't go with Justin, whatever hell Killian endured because of Vaughn after this would be worth nothing without me bringing Stella back.I managed to part my lips, allowing my teeth to sink into his palm hard.He winced, kicking me away. My body crashed to the floor and despite the pain, my lips curved into a satisfied smile.The words of Killian's note played in my mi

Vaughn was a fool who'd signed his death warrant the second he'd dared to kidnap Ariella.Threatening my father was only extending his suffering.My fingers tightening around the cold metal of my gun, eyes fixed on his icy blue ones."Well then, now that they're gone, we can get down to business." He nudged his chin towards the door, lips curving up. "I promise, he's not going to touch your girl if that's what you're thinking. Bring your father here and no one needs to bleed.""I need to see my sister first. Let Ariella come back with Stella."My eyes traced his face, looking for any signs that would help. He was nervous about something but trying desperately to hide it.I couldn't fucking blame him. Tonight was the day he died."I don't think you realise what's happening here, Mr Morozcov. You're not in a position to negotiate anything. You're sitting in my office, completely unarmed with your girlfriend in the hands of a psychopath... one call from me and we'll send her right back t

Ariela was curled up on the floor, her head buried in between her knees as her hair flowed down her shoulders, no longer in the neat style she'd put it in. She was sobbing slightly, the cries shaking her small frame. Her fingers curled around something on a bed in front of her. There were many similar beds, like this was some kind of makeshift hospital."What the fuck." The words came out a mutter, no reply was expected.Then Ariella raised her hand, eyes widening. Her expression shifted quickly from relief to fear. "Killian...behind you!"I turned instantly, just as something heavy slammed into my side. The pain filled my whole body, stealing a grunt. It was the man from earlier, no longer fearing for his life. His nostrils flared, eyes widening when he saw me pull the small knife out of my side."I should have knocked him out." The words came out low and muttered, laced with irritation.The man, though already shaking in fear, charged forward again. My feet shifted, turning me to th

Justin fumbled with the blindfold, trying to tilt his head back to see as Ariella and I settled in front of him."Who's there? Do you have any fucking idea who you're messing with?""I'm well aware, yes." My fingers curled tighter around the gun, itching to pull the trigger with it aimed at his skull, but patience was a virtue I knew always rewarded well.I pocketed the gun, approaching the table to pick up a metal crowbar.It weighed perfectly as my hand lifted it to Justin's blindfold, lifting it up.The sharp edge of the tip scraped his skin off as the cloth came off his eyes, leaving a long, bleeding wound that would have scarred if he wasn't going to die tonight."You... what the fuck are you doing? You think your status will protect you if you kill me? I have connections to people who will destroy you the moment I get a chance to call.""Well then it's a good thing you're not going to get that chance." My footsteps echoed across the hollow structure of the warehouse, heightening