SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN

Melody sat in the back of the Lamborghini, heart pounding as one of the masked gunmen held a gun to her head, while the others smoked and chatted away, filling the car with smoke. As they approached Ashley’s mansion, Melody’s heart sank. She had been trying so hard to escape Miami, but now she was back in the very place she had been running from.

The gate to the mansion opened, and a thug approached the car. The leader of the gunmen dragged Melody out and led her towards the entrance. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and Melody froze. She watched in terror as Mason and his men emerged from the mansion, carrying guns. Mason and the leader of the gunmen stood face to face, sizing each other up.

“Who are you, and what are you doing in Ashley’s mansion?” asked the leader of the gunmen. Mason replied with a smirk, “This is my mansion now. I’m tired of explaining myself to everyone.”

Melody felt a lump form in her throat as she watched the two men talk. She had no idea what was going to happen next, but she knew that her life would never be the same again. Mason’s gaze lingered on Melody, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. She had betrayed Ashley’s trust by stealing from her, and now she was paying the price.

“I want the little blonde standing next to you,” Mason said, pointing at Melody. “She’s hot, and I want her for myself.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The leader laughed. “She belongs to my queen, not you. And I’m not here to cause any trouble, so if you want a whore, go get one.”

Mason’s eyes narrowed. “You and your men are in my mansion, and you can’t leave without my permission.”

The leader stood tall. “I’ve never experienced fear,” he said, “And it’s not going to start now.”

Suddenly, shots rang out, and a massive shootout broke out in the courtyard. The masked gunmen ran out of the Lamborghini and joined the shootouts with their guns. Melody lowered her head amidst the chaos and tried to run, but Mason caught her and dragged her behind a car. “If you try to run away,” he said, “I’ll kill you.”

Melody’s legs were shaking as she watched the men shooting each other just because this stranger wanted her. “Please,” she begged, “Let me go.”

Mason ignored her, firing his gun at the masked gunmen. “You’re mine now,” he said, “And I’ll never let you go.”

After Mason’s men injured the leader of the masked gunmen, they got into their Lamborghini and drove out of Ashley’s mansion. Melody found herself stuck with another gang group again, with their leader giving her lustful eyes, undressing her with his eyes. She tried to escape, but he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off the ground, carrying her into the mansion like she was a puppet.

“Welcome to your new home,” he said, his voice cold and heartless.

Melody felt sick to her stomach. She had never felt so helpless and vulnerable in her life. She knew that she was just a pawn in their game, and they didn’t care about her feelings or her life.

Mason sat on the luxurious sofa of the mansion, his legs crossed, an evil look on his face. Melody lay on the floor, crumpled like a discarded tissue, after being thrown down by Mason. She shivered as she looked up at him, noticing the half-naked maids standing beside him.

“Get up,” Mason commanded Melody. “Strip for me.”

Melody hesitated, but Mason pulled out his gun and pointed it at her. Fearful for her life, Melody slowly rose to her feet and undressed in front of Mason and his men. She covered her breasts with her hands as they jeered at her, admiring her curves.

“Who are you?” Mason demanded. “What are you doing with those gunmen?”

Melody bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears. She couldn’t reveal anything about herself or the gunmen.

“Make her talk,” Mason barked at one of his men, who stepped forward with a cruel grin on his face. But before he could lay a finger on her, Mason changed his mind.

“Lock her in a room,” he said. “I’ll deal with her later.”

Melody screamed as Mason’s men dragged her up the stairs, one of them slapping her bare buttocks and laughing. She felt like a piece of meat, like an object to be used and discarded at Mason’s whim.

Mason turned to the maids, who stood obediently beside him, waiting for his next command. He wrapped his arm around their waists, pulling them close and lowering his mouth to their nipples. As he sucked on each one in turn, a devilish smile spread across his face.

“I love this mansion,” he murmured, savoring the taste of the maids’ flesh. The maids moaned as he made them kneel before him and took out his penis, putting it in their faces. They both stuck out their tongues, fighting for his penis like their life depended on it. Mason opened his mouth wide as one of the maids started giving him a sensational blowjob.

Melody was thrown into a small, dark room, and the door was locked behind her. She shivered, alone and naked, in the cold darkness. She didn’t know what would happen to her next, but she knew she had to find a way to escape.

She lay on the floor crying, recalling her brother’s face and how he would spend the last money in his pocket to make her happy. From that moment, she knew she had failed Xander as a sister; all she deserved was death.