All Chapters of The Mafia Kings Contract : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Sir Leonardo was seconds away from having her when a sharp knock came. Three hits against the hotel room door that sliced straight through the thick silence of room 214.He stopped. Pulled back. His jaw tightened with irritation."Ignore it." His voice was flat, entitled. The voice of a man who paid for uninterrupted evenings. "Customer service. They'll go."Leila lay still beneath him, staring at the ceiling, her mind already somewhere far from her body , that was how she did this, how she endured it, she sent herself somewhere else and left the shell behind. A university bill and her whole life to support. This was the price of survival in a city that charged for everything.The knock came again. Harder. Not a request this time.Leila moved. Slid out from under him, grabbed the blue towel from the edge of the mattress and wrapped it around herself in one motion."Where are you going?" Sir Leonardo’s voice sharpened."Could be important." “Just two seconds “she said, She was already

A loud explosion tore through the room.Leila jerked awake so violently that her entire body slammed against the mattress before she even understood where she was.Her chest rose sharply.Another explosion blasted through the suite.Her pulse nearly stopped.Then she realized it wasn't real.The massive television mounted across the room flashed bright red numbers.10:00 A.M.The sound was the alarm.Leila stared at the television in disbelief.“What kind of maniac uses bomb sounds as an alarm?” she muttered breathlessly.Only one man came to mind immediately.Zane Rogers.The memory of last night crashed back into her instantly.Leila sat up slowly and pressed a hand against her forehead.For a second, she almost convinced herself none of it had happened.Then she looked around the luxurious suite again.Reality settled heavily inside her chest.This was real.Every terrifying part of it.Leila pushed herself off the bed and walked toward the large glass windows to get some fresh air

Tech Mall was insane. Not crowded. Not noisy. Insane. The entire VIP floor had been cleared before they arrived. Security guards stood at every entrance. Employees moved around carrying tablets and communication devices . And somehow, everyone looked nervous. Leila stepped out of the elevator and looked around. She almost commented on it. Almost . Then she remembered the car ride incident. The silence afterward. She pressed her lips together and said nothing. Some humiliations needed time before she could be loud again. This morning, she had used up every last reserve she had. So she followed. Quietly. They entered a private showroom. Rows of colorful, elegant dresses stretched across the room. Every single one looked expensive enough to pay her tuition for three years. A woman in a black suit approached immediately. "Miss Leila." She smiled politely. "We'll begin now." Leila nodded and followed her. She kept her eyes forward. Away from him. She had spen

The room finally emptied. The doctor packed his equipment. The bodyguards returned to their positions. And Carlos remained exactly where he was. Grinning. Zane looked up from the couch. "You can leave." Carlos sat down instead. "You got shot." "Yeah." Carlos shook his head. "No. What amazes me is that somebody actually managed to shoot you." Zane's expression remained flat. Carlos laughed harder. "This is my favorite day of the year." "Get out." "You sound emotional." "Fuck off my face." Carlos pointed dramatically. "Proof." The doctor failed to hide a smile. Zane looked at him. The smile vanished immediately. Smart doctor. Carlos leaned back comfortably. "So." Zane already knew that tone. He hated that tone. "So what?" Carlos pointed toward the door Leila had disappeared through. "Her." "No." "I didn't even ask a question." "No." Carlos laughed again. "You brought a woman into your house." "For a mission." "She's living in your mansion." "Tempor