S*X Contract With Invalid Mafia Boss

Chapter 1

Christine’s POV

I hadn’t known I’d hit rock bottom until tonight. Rain dripped down my face, plastering my hair to my head as I pushed through the thick crowd of strangers. My clothes clung to me, soaked and heavy, and every inch of me screamed with hunger. Desperation, it turned out, had a flavor. It was bitter and stale, like old pennies left to rust.

When I stumbled into the dimly lit nightclub, I’d had one goal in mind: survival. My gaze swept the room, calculating, my mind running through options I wouldn’t have considered just a few months ago. The relentless gnaw in my stomach reminded me why I was here. No pride, no shame—just survival.

That’s when I felt it. A pair of eyes watching me, piercing through the darkness with a cold intensity that made my skin prickle. Turning, I locked eyes with him. Tall, dressed in dark clothes that clung to his frame like they’d been tailored just for him, he looked at me with a slight, mocking tilt to his head. It was a look I’d seen before—a look that made me want to kick him and run, fast and far.

But this wasn’t the night for running. I had nowhere to go.

He approached, his face almost bored, like he’d already sized me up and found me wanting. His eyes raked over me, and I could practically feel his contempt. It felt like a punch to the gut. A sick, simmering rage built up inside me, mingling with the humiliation I’d shoved down to get here.

“You look lost,” he said, his voice smooth and laced with disdain. “Like someone who’s too low to even realize she’s fallen. Stealing in a place like this… you’re asking to be hurt, don’t you know?”

I clenched my jaw. “Don’t act like you care,” I snapped, barely keeping the edge out of my voice. “You’re just like everyone else. You just want a piece of me, don’t you?”

My heart pounded as his cold smile stretched wider, condescending and amused. “You don’t know the first thing about me,” he replied, his voice maddeningly calm. “But here you are, desperate enough to pick a stranger’s pocket for a handful of spare change.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a taunt. “Would you do anything for a meal? Anything for cash?”

A flash of disgust and humiliation surged through me, but my pride was too battered to hold onto any longer. “Anything,” I whispered, half-hating myself for it, but my body’s demands were louder than my dignity. I hadn’t eaten in two days; my insides twisted painfully, screaming for food, for relief, for something. “What wouldn’t I do for money?” My tone dared him, as if daring myself.

His smirk grew, and I caught the gleam in his eyes—a cruel amusement that reminded me of him. Kelvin. Memories rushed back, quick and jagged, of how he’d broken me down and left me raw. But I couldn’t afford to dwell on that. This wasn’t about pride or shame. This was survival.

He tilted his head, studying me as if I were some dirty creature he’d found on the street. His gaze lowered, lingering on me with an insolence that made my skin crawl. “I knew it,” he murmured, reaching down to pat his crotch with a lazy grin. “Would you get on your knees right here, just for a burger?”

The words stung, and my fists clenched at my sides, ready to lash out. But then he laughed softly, mocking me with a look that both infuriated and, strangely, fascinated me. “What about a thousand euros?” he asked, his voice almost teasing.

A thousand euros. My breath caught at the thought of it. A thousand euros could feed me for days—maybe even weeks. It could buy me time, maybe even a fresh start somewhere else. I tried to ignore the bile rising in my throat as my mind began to twist his words, to justify what he was asking of me.

In my mind, I thought bitterly, I’d do it for a hundred.

I forced myself to look at him, his sneering face a brutal reminder of my circumstances. I’d told myself I’d never let another man treat me like Kelvin had, never sink that low again. But here I was, desperate enough to throw everything aside for one night. Just this once, I thought. I could do it. I could endure anything for a night.

I dropped to my knees, my hands reaching for his belt before I could think better of it. This wasn’t about him. This was survival, plain and simple. My fingers moved quickly, betraying the hours I’d spent learning how to ignore my own shame.

A flicker of surprise crossed his face, and for a moment, I thought he’d stop me. His hand hovered as if he were considering it, but then he seemed to steel himself, his mouth twisting into that same cruel smile as he watched me, taunting.

“Don’t think you’ll succeed,” he sneered, his tone filled with cold amusement. “I don’t get hard for desperate girls in filthy clubs.”

I met his gaze, defiance burning in my eyes. “Then I’ll make you,” I said, my voice steady, fueled by anger and hunger.

His smirk faltered, his eyes darkening with something that looked almost like doubt. “Fine,” he murmured, his voice low and challenging. “If you make me come, I’ll double it. Two thousand.”

A thrill of anger and determination pulsed through me. Here I was, stripped of every last piece of dignity, yet still fighting. I’d do this. I’d make him pay for looking at me like that, for thinking he could break me so easily.

“Give me a minute,” I said, my voice dripping with false bravado, “and I’ll have you begging.”

He smirked but said nothing, and that silence unnerved me, pushing me forward even harder.

I focused on the task, on the need, letting the taunts fade into the background. The club’s pounding music, the dim light, the humiliation—I shoved it all down, keeping only the drive to survive. With each touch, each movement, I buried the anger, the fear, even the remnants of hope. This wasn’t about him; it was about me. I was in control now.

As I worked, his mocking gaze shifted, his sneer faltering as my movements challenged him, dared him to keep that smug look. He struggled, though his pride wouldn’t let him show it. But I saw it in the subtle shifts in his breathing, the way his body betrayed him.

In that moment, a promise surged in me, fierce and unwavering: I’d take what I needed and get as far away as I could. I’d escape this pit, this city, this man, and I’d never look back. I’d survive tonight, and tomorrow, I’d start again.