SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN

Mason lounged in his chair, relishing the attention of the maids. One of them was performing oral sex on him, while another fed him breakfast. Despite his pleasure, he found his life in the mansion boring.

His phone rang, interrupting his enjoyment. “Boss, we have successfully planted the bomb and stolen from Ashley. She has no choice but to use the car,” the voice on the other end announced. Mason laughed and hung up, dismissing the maids.

“Get out of my room; I no longer require your services,” he ordered. He dressed quickly and headed outside for fresh air.

As he stepped out, a truck crashed through the gate of Ashley’s mansion, startling him. He wondered who the intruder could be. A woman emerged from the truck, her stylish appearance and confident demeanor catching his attention. She was accompanied by several muscular men, and Mason couldn’t help but wonder who she was.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Who are you?” Savage Huns demanded, her gaze fixed on him. “And where is Ashley?”

Mason was caught off guard by the woman’s presence and felt a sense of unease. He decided to take a chance. “This mansion is now mine.”

“Well, well,” Savage Huns said with a smirk. “It seems we have a new owner. But how can I trust you? Where is Ashley? I need to teach her a lesson for ruining my face,” she said, flaunting a small cut on the right side of her face.

Mason offered her a sly smile, knowing that the enemy of his enemy could be his ally.

“The name’s Mason,” he said. “And I have a feeling we can be friends. After all, we both have a common enemy.”

Savage Huns raised an eyebrow, sizing him up. “And who might that be?”

“Ashley,” Mason said with a grin. “She’s caused us both a lot of trouble. But with your help, we can take her down and claim what’s rightfully ours.”

“I am Savage Huns, the real queen of the streets.” Mason found himself drawn to her confidence and power. As she kissed him on the cheek, Mason felt a thrill run through him.

“Come in, guys,” He invited Savage Huns and her crew into his mansion, eager to learn more about this enigmatic woman.

As they walked inside, Mason felt a sense of excitement. He knew that things were about to get interesting, and he was ready for whatever Savage Huns had in store for him.

Savage Huns and her men followed Mason into Ashley’s mansion. The grandeur of the mansion was evident even in the spacious entrance hall, which had a high ceiling and an ornate chandelier.

“What a beautiful mansion you have, pretty boy,” Savage Huns said, taking in the opulence of the place.

“You know, I chased Ashley out of Miami,” Mason said with a smirk. “She had a very big mansion, but she couldn’t handle the heat.”

Savage Huns smiled politely, but her eyes betrayed a hint of amusement. “I’m sure you did.”

As they walked around the mansion, Mason eagerly showed Savage Huns the various rooms and features. Finally, they stopped at Ashley’s huge pool, which was surrounded by lush greenery. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the water.

Savage Huns smiled as she saw the pool and turned to Mason with a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Give me a tour of the mansion, will you?” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Mason obliged, showing her around with an eagerness that bordered on desperation.

When they finally got back to the pool, Savage Huns pushed Mason in, laughing as he sputtered and coughed. “It has been a long time since I had a bath in the pool,” she said, her voice low and sultry. Mason’s eyes widened as she took off her clothes, revealing a bikini and bra that left little to the imagination.

Mason was taken aback but couldn’t help but admire the sight in front of him. He swam towards her, wanting to touch her, to feel the heat of her skin against his. But Savage Huns was not so easily swayed. “You’re not the first man who’s tried to touch me, pretty boy,” she said with a sly grin. “And you won’t be the last. But I warn you, lay a finger on me, and you’ll regret it.”

As they splashed around, the party started getting wilder. Savage Huns and her men began a pool party in the house, with some of Mason’s men playing music. People from outside started joining the party, and the mansion was now crowded with a lot of people.

Feeling overwhelmed, Mason tried to dive through the crowd to go see if anyone had opened the door Melody was locked in, but he was stopped by Savage Huns’ men.

“Where do you think you’re going, Mason?” one of them asked, blocking his path.

“I need to check on someone,” Mason said, trying to push past him.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Savage Huns said, appearing out of nowhere. “Not until you play this game with us.”

Mason looked around at the crowd of people, all cheering and shouting for him to join the game. He knew he had no choice.

“What kind of game?” he asked, resigned.

“A drinking game,” Savage Huns replied, with a wicked gleam in her eye.

“I don’t want to be a part of it.” he said. “Don’t be a boring boss and join us.” Savage Huns said and handed him a glass of champagne.

He threw back drink after drink, trying to keep up with the others, all while his mind raced with worry for Melody’s safety. Finally, he managed to escape the raucous party and made his way to the room where he hoped to find her.

But his hope turned to despair when he discovered the room was empty, and Melody was nowhere to be found. Mason knew he had to act fast, but with the wild party still in full swing, finding Melody was going to be a daunting challenge.