Sirius has locked me in his room as his prisoner for two weeks. At first, I banged on the door and demanded that Sirius speak to me so that I would not be silenced and disregarded. He could not brand me as a mistress, especially not his mistress, without my permission.Guards had politely asked me t
“Hello, Lucy,” I smile as I examine the new tray. “What do you have for me this evening?”Lucy’s cheeks redden, and she uncovers the dish. “Today we have Master Sirius’s favorite-”“Chicken Parmigiana?” I smile.“Yes! He’s been eating it since childhood,” she sighs. “D-do you like it?”“Yes. My moth
A strangled sob passes my lips as I stare at my name on the folded piece of paper. Alston wrote this. I’d recognize that scripted E anywhere. I crawl across the room and pull myself into the center of the bed, cradling the note to my chest.My hands tremble as I struggle to rip the note open. I have
Six months ago, I was a promising med student on the verge of all my dreams coming true, but now I’m just a waitress trying to start over in a new city. I know this restaurant I work at has ties to the infamous Onyx Mafia, but I didn’t have much choice—it's the best-paying job I could find. Besi
“What, no!” I stand up, rubbing my butt, “I am not a call girl!” My hand instinctively reaches for my glasses, but they're not there. With a frown, I protest, glaring at the accusing handsyMafia man. “No call girl is too nice for what she does on her knees.” Jessica stands next to the stairs, arms
I don’t breathe until the kitchen doors slam behind me. How does the Mafia King know my name, surely he knows all his employees' names. He may just be a great boss. Right, that’s it. The Mafia King is a great boss who would’ve thought? My breathing slows and I realize I’m so caught up in my though
“ Go on bitch scream. No one will hear you, and it’ll only make this more fun for me.” His fingernails dig into my wrist, but I bite back any response watching his nostrils flare. “You got me suspended from duties because you rather spread your legs for the King than me.” He pulls me against him,
“Sirius?!” My heart is practically beating out of my chest. I can’t breathe, staring into his eyes, I know. I know it’s him. He turns to me a blank look on his face. The silence in the room creeps over me, and I slowly look around the room. Every mafia member is staring at me, with tension in thei