All Chapters of The Underboss's Kingdom : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1 Salvatore

Six Months after the WeddingKansas City didn’t have the charm of Jasper, Missouri. No rolling fields. No clubhouse full of bikers who treated you like blood. No family dancing under string lights while Matteo married the woman who saved him.KC was concrete, neon, and rain‑slicked streets. And it was mine. Six months ago, I stood in the LOV clubhouse watching my twin say his vows. Six months ago, I toasted to Matteo and Ciara’s future, hugged Mama, and promised I’d be see them soon.I didn’t. Because the minute I stepped into the SUV to drive back home , the call came in.Juan. The bastard never waited long. He’d been circling the Bruno territory like a vulture, testing fences, whispering to the wrong people, offering my girls at the club “better money” and “glamour.” But I knew the truth behind his promises.He wasn’t running a strip club He was running a brothel. And he wanted my girls for leverage, not opportunity.So I stayed. I worked. I fought. I kept the Bruno territory locked

Chapter 2 Sara

Abuela’s breathing was soft tonight. Shallow, but steady. A small victory. I sat on the edge of her bed, brushing a damp cloth across her forehead. The fever had finally broken an hour ago, and the relief hit me so hard I had to sit down before my knees gave out.“Gracias, mija,” she whispered, voice thin as paper.“I’m right here,” I murmured, smoothing her hair back. “Always.”Her eyes fluttered closed, and I stayed until her breathing evened out. Only then did I slip out of the room, closing the door quietly behind me. The house felt too small these days. Too quiet. Too heavy.Eight years ago, I ran to save my life. I didn’t know I was saving someone else’s too. I didn’t know I was pregnant when I left Salvatore. Didn’t know I was carrying a piece of him, a piece of us, until it was too late to turn back.And by then, Hector had already found me. I had no choice. I had to disappear. I had to protect my baby. I had to protect Salvatore. Even if it meant breaking my own heart.Now Ga

Chapter 3 Sara

The club looked different at night. Louder. Brighter. Sharper around the edges. The neon sign buzzed overhead as I walked toward the back entrance, clutching my bag like it was armor. My stomach twisted, but I forced myself to breathe. I needed this job. I needed the tips. I needed to keep the lights on and the medicine cabinet full.The manager, Rick, met me just inside the door. He was tall, balding, and had the kind of smile that tried too hard.“Sara, right?” he asked, offering a hand.I shook it. “Yes, sir.”“None of that ‘sir’ stuff,” he said with a laugh. “We’re all family here.”I smiled politely, even though something about him made my skin crawl. Too friendly. Too eager. Too… something. But I didn’t have the luxury of being picky.He led me through the back hallway, past the dressing rooms and the security office, until we reached the bar.“This is your station,” he said. “You’ll be with Marco tonight. He’ll show you the ropes.”Marco turned around at the sound of his name,

Chapter 4 Salvatore

I hadn’t slept in three days. Wolf and I had been running all over the damn state, putting out fires Juan kept lighting just to piss me off. Meetings, threats, cleanup, more threats. By the time I finally crossed back into Kansas City, all I wanted was my bed, a shower, and maybe a bottle of whiskey I didn’t have to share. But my phone buzzed before I even hit my driveway. Three clubs. Two men at each. All of them Juan’s. Trying to pull girls out the back doors like they owned the place.So instead of sleep, I ended up at Velvet Lace the, club I used as my base of operations. The one that made the most money. The one Juan kept poking at like he was begging me to snap.Rick met me at the back entrance, sweating like he’d run a marathon.“Boss,” he said, out of breath. “We handled it. Security’s got the guys in holding. But, uh… you should know, we got a new girl behind the bar. She’s killing it. Customers love her.”I didn’t give a damn about a new bartender. “Good for her,” I muttered

Chapter 5 Salvatore

Her voice hit me harder than any punch I’d ever taken. Soft. Careful. Scared.And that was what gutted me most, the fear. Because for a split second, I thought she was scared of me. I stepped back, giving her space I didn’t want to give.“Go,” I said quietly. “Finish your shift.”She hesitated, eyes flicking up to mine before she forced herself to look away.“We need to talk,” I added, voice low. “After closing. Don't run away from me again, Mi Corazon. ”She didn’t argue. Didn’t ask why. Didn’t ask how I was even still breathing after eight years of silence.She just nodded once and slipped out the door like she couldn’t get away fast enough.The moment she was gone, the room felt wrong. Too empty. Too quiet. Too full of everything I’d tried to bury.I dropped into my chair, elbows on my knees, breathing like I’d run a mile. My hands shook, and I hated that. I didn’t shake. Not for anyone. But this wasn’t anyone.This was Sara. Eight years of wondering. Eight years of imagining every

Chapter 6 Sara

My hands were still shaking when I walked back toward the bar. Not because of Salvatore. Never because of him. But because of the look in his eyes. Shock. Hurt. Something I didn’t have a name for.And underneath all of it…the fear that once he found out about Gabe, he’d never forgive me.He deserved to know. He needed to know. But the thought of him looking at our son and seeing betrayal instead of love made my stomach twist. I slipped behind the bar, forcing my breathing to steady.Marco took one look at me and gasped dramatically. “Girl. What happened? You look like you saw a ghost. Or worse, Rick shirtless.”I huffed out a laugh I didn’t feel. “I’m fine.”“You are not fine,” he said, leaning in. “You were gone forever. Did the boss chew you out? Did he flirt? Did he fire you? Did he...”“Marco,” I cut in, “please.”He blinked, then softened. “Okay. But you’re telling me eventually.”I nodded, grateful for him in a way I couldn’t explain.The night dragged on, loud and bright and ex

Chapter 7 Salvatore

She broke. Right there in front of me, the woman I’d spent eight years trying to forget, the woman I’d spent eight years aching for, cracked open like she’d been holding her breath since the day she left. And all I wanted to do was pull her into my arms. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Because I needed to know. I needed the truth. I needed to understand what I did wrong so I’d never do it again.“Sara,” I said quietly, “just tell me. Why did you leave?”She closed her eyes, breathing like each inhale hurt. “You don’t… you don’t understand.”“Then make me understand.”Her hands trembled. She wrapped her arms around herself like she was trying to hold the pieces together.“I finally told my mother,” she whispered. “About him.”My stomach tightened. “Your stepfather.”She nodded, eyes glassy. “He was… he made me uncomfortable. He always did. Since I was fourteen. I told her the last time she visited me at college.”I felt something cold settle in my chest.“And?” I asked, voice low.“She

Chapter 8 Sara

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Salvatore stood there, waiting for me to keep talking, waiting for the truth I’d buried so deep it felt like digging up a corpse. I wrapped my arms around myself. “There’s more.”His jaw tightened, but his voice stayed steady. “Tell me.”“My stepfather’s name is Hector,” I whispered. “Hector Marquez.”Salvatore went still. Completely still.Like the name punched the air out of him.“Marquez,” he repeated, voice low, dangerous.I blinked. “You… you know that name?”He didn’t answer my question. Instead, he asked one of his own.“Your stepbrother,” he said slowly. “Is his name Juan?”My stomach dropped.“How do you know that?” I breathed.He exhaled once, sharp. “Because Juan Marquez has been poking around my clubs for weeks. Looking for someone. His stepsister.”My blood ran cold.“Me?” I whispered. “Why would he? He warned me. He protected me from his father. Why would he want me now?”Salvatore’s eyes softened for the first time since I walked in. “S

Chapter 9 Salvatore

For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.Our son.The words detonated in my chest, ripping through eight years of silence, eight years of wondering, eight years of trying to bury a ghost. I staggered back a step, gripping the edge of my desk like the ground wasn’t steady anymore.“Who… who is Gabe?” My voice didn’t sound like mine.Sara swallowed. “Our son.”My vision tunneled. “Our son.”She nodded.“And you kept him from me.”It wasn’t a question. It was a wound. She flinched like I’d hit her, and that only made the anger burn hotter. I started pacing because if I didn’t move, I’d break something. Or fall apart. Or both.“You hid my son from me,” I said, louder this time. “Eight years, Sara. Eight damn years.”“I didn’t know,” she whispered.I spun around. “What do you mean you didn’t know?”“I didn’t know I was pregnant when I left,” she said, voice shaking. “By the time I found out, I’d been gone for four months.”Four months. Four months of me losing my mind. Four months of searchi

Chapter 10 Juan

Rafe stood stiffly in front of my desk, waiting for my reaction. The picture on his phone burned into my vision.Sara. My stepsister. The girl I warned. The girl I protected. The girl I thought I’d never see again. And now she was here. In Kansas City. In Ricci territory.I forced my voice steady. “Where was this taken?”“Red Velvet,” Rafe said. “The guys said she was behind the bar. Someone called her Sara. They sent the picture right before they were grabbed.”I studied the image again. She looked older. Tired. But still her. Still the girl my father wanted, the girl I helped escape.“Get everything on her,” I said. “I want her entire life on my desk, by yesterday."Rafe nodded and left. He returned three hours later with a thick folder and a look that told me he’d found something big.“Boss,” he said, placing the file down, “you’re gonna want to sit for this.”I didn’t. I opened the folder. Sara Vega. Not Delgado. Not Marquez. Smart. Very smart.“She changed her name legally,” Rafe

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