BOUND TO THE MAFIA KING

le-minded all night, or are you going to come in

ing the interior of the mansion. A marble staircase with two optional sides that you migh

had a few doors behind it and that they eventually led

palm tree plant at each end of the descending s

te doors that led into a well-lit chamber was located farther to the right of t

ith an additional sofa chair at the s

on's interior has b

stian after he finished speaking, realizing that I couldn't just stand t

mbled

ll-lit room while I shuffled b

owned it, but that wasn't important. "This is a

I trailed behind him,

was made of black tiles with silver flecks that

ch were naturally composed of black and

d was integrated into the marble surface. Opposite it were some chairs where

e, a wooden storer contained knives, c

in the middle of the kitchen, and the space extended outward

"You will be in here most of the time," his demeanor remained emotionless. Dinner should be served

I had trouble. I ne

by, so no matter what, make enough food for plenty of people," he said, ra

obeyed b

"Now there's no need for me to show you much of the rest of the house because y

rained myself from slapping

nd like a submissive dog once mo

ing for the stairs, taking the left side. He would probably chastise me for not fo

de as we ascended th

and faster than mine, so once he got to th

stairs, and when I got to the landi

so

easily as I attempted to back away and, since I

ently yanked me up before quickly turning me around such that

when I took a moment to

ll down the stair

e tiniest smile I could ma

on his face, but it wasn't as icy as th

e bit on my back, it didn't stay long. His touch was gentle and

way, his look returned to nor

d when he said, "If you die on my property

w

ible attitude, so I suppose I must have been crazy to belie

." Again, I

ooked up and down at me again before t

w that this hallway had a lot of doors and wa

"This is the only hallway you are allowed down with permission, although the only room you are to go in is this one..." He continue

d there was even a little, semi-circular marble coffee table with a plant pot on it that was squeezed aga

oorknob and slamming the door o

ter I looked up at him as thou

instructions, a la

he nicest bedroom

backyard. They were covered with sheer curtains to let in sunshine, but the

ft and saw a massive king-sized bed with matching

the bed, supported by painted whi

ted next to two enormous white doors on the right

as l

bed and saw a door that looked like the one I

stian observing me, and then I

saw as I opened this whi

onnected to the room's corner and a shower. The sink, which had a golden-fram

e room, I couldn't hel

ou like?" He was behind me,

ckle on his face, when I

I nodded gratefully and smiled

ack and leaving,

lready accustomed

this because he imme

, he questioned, "Why

dn't really have a response, so I

urned back to face me. "You don't need to follow me

st an ashamed

rabbing my face in his hands and bri

im and said,

go to bed, but get up early so you can serve breakfast. I nearly le

ny specific requests for what

d shrugged, saying, "Any

titive responses made

ned the door, and I waited for a second for him to go, but instea

g to have a great time. After giving me a sly smile and maintaining

d a breath I was unaware I was holding b

t idea of what fun was than I did. Furthermore, I wa