Page 5 of Owned By the Mob Boss
Yeah, I’m losing it.
“You’re going to be staying with…someone else for a while,”Dad told me yesterday. He couldn’t even look at me. I knew what was coming. It’s not like he’s kept his gambling a secret from me.
“Someone else?”
“It’ll just be for a while, Isabella. Until I can find the money to get my debt repaid.”
Unbelievable.
And now, I’ve been sold off! My father lost his money, and Viktorowns menow. I’m his to do what he wants with.
I should be terrified.
But if I’m being honest with myself, it kind of turns me on…
With a heavy sigh, I swing my legs out of bed. What am I supposed to do? As I walk into the ornate bathroom, three times the size of my bedroom back home, my body starts tingling.
It’s like I’m in the midst of a war between my rational mind, which is screaming at me to be terrified of this monster whoI now belong to, and my body, which is well…makingthings happen…
Viktor may be a killer, but he’s also brutally sexy. His massive, muscular body towers over me like a giant, and his voice is pure testosterone.
His eyes are intent, frighteningly so, but there’s something in his gaze that had my heart pounding. And not out of fear.
He’s a man who carved a life for himself using brute force. Just thinking about what he’s done has my head spinning. I’m on auto-pilot as I shower and wrap myself up in a towel.
What are you gonna do, Bella? What?
Just as I’m stepping back into my bedroom, I hear the doors opening. A faint scent of cologne wafts in that I didn’t smell last night from Victor. My heartrate rises.
One of his lackies sent to check on me?
Slowly, I step out of the bathroom and cry out when I see the man standing there.
He’s dressed in a wrinkled suit, his shirt is torn, his hair’s a mess, and he’s staring at me like a rabid dog.
“Well…look at this tasty little snack.” His voice drags, and his words slur. He’s drunk and looking at me like I’m his next meal.
I try to cry out, but my throat is tight, and no sound comes out. He staggers toward me, tongue out, teeth gnashing. I snatch a vase from the bedside table and hurl it at him.
Somehow, he manages to duck out of the way. The vase shatters against the wall, and he cackles maniacally.
“Aren’t you a f–f–feisty one?”
My heart nearly jumps out of my throat as I race for the bathroom. I’m just about to slam the door when the man lunges forward and snatches me by the arm.
Finally, my voice comes back, and I scream bloody murder.
“Help!”
I don’t know how, but in the blink of an eye, Viktor is behind my attacker, his eyes blazing. He grabs the man by the hair with his thick hand and rips him off me.
With a single motion, he lifts the man and slams him to the ground, pinning him down with his knee. My attacker flails like an angry kitten, helpless against the brutal strength of The Ice Man.
“Viktor, wait!” the man chokes out. “I was just—"
“I know what you were doing, Craig,” Viktor growls. “Breaking myone rule, you rapist piece of shit. No one touches her!”
My jaw drops as Viktor stands and lifts the man into the air like he weighs nothing. He drives his fist into Craig’s guts, causing him to deflate like a balloon.
