S*X Contract With Invalid Mafia Boss

Chapter 3

Christine’s POV

I’d thought I was being kidnapped when they grabbed me from the side of the street, yanking me out of the dim alleyway where I’d been tossing out trash from my new part-time gig at a dingy one-star restaurant. Disoriented, I squinted against the harsh light, my stomach dropping as I caught sight of the arrogant bastard blocking it.

“Glad you didn’t hit your head. My boys can be a bit rough,” he said with a smirk, straightening his jacket as if he were merely tidying up a meeting.

I groaned, pushing myself upright and glancing around at my surroundings. Every instinct screamed that this wasn’t the kind of place anyone came to willingly. I forced myself to stay silent as I studied him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of any reaction.

“Not scared of me, are you?” he finally asked, breaking the silence with that same, maddening calm.

I let out a short laugh, barely able to contain it. “Scared? Of a man who couldn’t even last two minutes the moment I touched him?” I shot back, watching as a flash of annoyance crossed his face. His lips parted, as if he’d been about to say something, but I wouldn’t let him. The second I’d taken his money that night, I’d planned never to see those smug, dark eyes again—or so I’d thought.

I glanced around the room again, my pulse quickening as I realized we weren’t alone. Three other men, each one bulkier than the last, stood near the walls, their eyes unreadable. I couldn’t tell if they were here to keep me from leaving or simply to ensure I didn’t try to fight. My mind raced with scenarios, each worse than the last, as I struggled to steady my breathing. Did he find me just to get his money back? Or had I just become the unwitting victim of a group assault?

“If you kidnapped me for your money, forget it. I’ll report you for exploitation and fraud,” I shot at him, hoping to catch some trace of humor or mercy in his eyes. But his hard gaze didn’t waver, and the coldness there made my skin prickle.

As if reading my thoughts, he c****d his head and let out a short, mocking laugh. “Begging doesn’t suit you. That’s not the woman I met.” He leaned in closer, his voice low. “I didn’t think you had it in you to plead.”

The fire flared in me, and before I could stop myself, I slapped him hard across the face, the sound of my palm meeting his cheek ringing through the room. The guards moved forward instantly, but he raised a hand, stopping them in their tracks, his other hand pressing against the cheek I’d struck.

Breathing heavily, I pushed myself to my feet, the sting of my palm fueling my anger. I tried to move past him, intending to shove my way out of this cold, white-walled room. But the men at the door blocked my way, and when I looked back at him, his eyes glinted with something that wasn’t quite anger. Something worse.

“You think I went through the trouble of finding you just to let you walk away?” he murmured, his gaze never wavering. “Especially after you went through all the effort of moving to another city just to get away from me?”

I stopped, taken aback. He’d tracked me down with nothing but a single encounter and only a vague memory of my face. I narrowed my eyes, the last shred of defiance holding me steady as I asked, “What do you want from me?”

He tilted his head, studying me with that calculating gaze that made me feel stripped bare. He seemed to relish my question, letting a slow smile spread across his face. “An offer,” he said finally, as if it were the most reasonable thing in the world.

I didn’t want to listen, but I couldn’t deny that every word held my attention. I wanted to hit him again, to yell, to make him pay for everything he’d put me through since that night. But then he mentioned the details: a monthly salary of ten thousand euros, secure accommodation, and—he said it as if it were an afterthought—the chance to finish my education in a way that would fit my schedule.

My anger wavered as I felt the room tilt around me. Ten thousand euros…a place to live…and the chance to pursue what I’d come here for. But as tempting as it sounded, the undercurrent of it all warned me that accepting would mean more than just a contract.

“So, what? You’ll pay me just for kidnapping me?” I scoffed, the question slipping out as I struggled to understand his motives. His guards stepped out of the room, and as soon as the door clicked shut, he gripped the wrist that had slapped him, bringing it to the heat of his crotch.

“This hasn’t calmed down for a week,” he whispered, his voice thick with something dark and unrestrained. “I need to have you again, Christine. I need to f**k you—again and again, if I have to. I swear to Holy Mary, I’ve never felt this way toward anyone.”

His words sent a chill down my spine, both intoxicating and terrifying. Images of Kelvin flickered in my mind, memories of how he’d controlled me, used me, fixated on my sister, yet taken everything from me in the end. The offer sounded perfect, yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was the beginning of another trap.

My heart pounded as I looked at him, my thoughts reeling. The benefits were undeniable, but it was too much, too soon. I pulled my wrist back and forced a shaky laugh. “You think I’ll jump at the chance after everything you just did?”

He stepped closer, his gaze steady, unwavering. “You don’t have any other options,” he said, his tone softening just a fraction. “And you’re not leaving here tonight to think it over.” He paused, his mouth curling into that arrogant smirk. “Or is it the money that bothers you?”

I scoffed, stepping away, my chest tight. “It’s not the money. It’s just…” I struggled to find the words, feeling trapped in a way I hadn’t felt in years.

Before I could finish, he surprised me by saying, “Please.” The word hung between us, unexpected, vulnerable in a way I hadn’t thought possible for him. And, God help me, it worked. “I’ll give you until tomorrow,” he said. “But don’t think about running.”

I almost laughed at the idea—I knew he’d find me, no matter where I went. He’d proven that already.

As he turned to leave, I heard myself call after him. “Wait,” I murmured, hating the desperation in my voice. “What else do you want from me? Aside from…that.” The last word felt dirty on my tongue, but I had to know.

He paused, glancing over his shoulder as he held out a glass of wine. “You think I’m looking for a wife?” His laugh was low, amused. “No, Christine. All I want is for you to be available when I need you. The rest is up to you.”

His arrogance was infuriating, but I took the glass, watching as he took a sip from his own, reassuring me it was safe. We continued talking, his tone shifting to lay out the terms of his promises. And as I finally finished the glass, the room started to sway.

Darkness washed over me, and his face blurred. “What did…you…” I slurred, barely able to keep my eyes open.

“Can’t have you alert enough to make contact with any enemies,” he murmured as my vision faded.

My mind drifted in and out as he guided me, eventually bringing me to an unknown destination. When I woke up again, I was in an entirely different place—a lavish, secluded bungalow that seemed more like a cage than a sanctuary.

Luca stood nearby, watching me, a faint smile on his lips as he said, “Welcome to your new home, Christine.”

This time, I knew there was no escape.