Sold to the Mafia: The Heir

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Clark sat on the edge of the bed, looking straight into my eyes.

“What do you want me to do? Sing you a lullaby?” he sarcastically asked.

“No. I just…I just want you to stay here until I fall asleep.”

“What are you? A child?”

I pouted, fluttering my eyes at Clark.


I saw the corner of his eye twitched.

“Such a spoiled boss,” he teased.

I know I’m saying stupid stuff right now and Clark might hate me even more but I couldn’t resist it. I really like him and to hide my feelings for him this long without telling him the truth, it’s killing me.

Lying down beside me, he put one arm behind his head. I could smell his scent and it awakened something down there.

“You did a great job tonight, Drew.”

One simple praise and it made my heart warm. Not a lot of people praise me, not once did my dad appreciate me and to hear it from the person I like, I feel like I’m going to cry.

I turned my back against him to hide my blushing face. I was so close to tearing up and I didn’t want Clark to think how much of a cry baby I really was.

“T-thanks,” I muttered under my breath.

We stayed quiet and I wasn’t sure when I fell asleep but when I woke up, it was already bright outside.

I felt a body beside me and I tensed up. Turning my head to check if it was Clark, I almost screamed in delight when I saw that it was indeed him.

He was sleeping soundly. I re-positioned myself to face him, careful not to wake him up.

Clark was dead tired after what what happened last night. I guess he’s also human too, no matter how strong he was, he still had his limits just like everyone else.

That thought made me smile.

I gently traced a finger on his lip. It was soft and warm and it was tempting me to kiss it.

I wonder if Clark will wake up?

I inched myself closer to him. If he wakes up, it would be the death of me.

Please, God, please don’t let him wake up. I mean, not now.

I just wanted to --

Before I could put my lips against his, Clark’s eyes fluttered open. I froze as we stared at each other with wide eyes. I covered my mouth and quickly backed away from him. I could feel my whole face getting warm.


I was so close to the edge of the bet and if it wasn’t for Clark who pulled me up, I would have fallen on the floor. He tugged me back close to him and I ended up being squashed on his chest.

“So early in the morning and you’re causing me trouble already, Drew,” he said.

I was surprised to hear his just-woke-up voice. It sounded even more deep, more manlier, more sexy and it turned me on in an instant.

Clark’s eyes gazed down and a smirk appeared on his face after seeing the bulge forming underneath my pants.

Without hesitating, he grabbed my semi-erect cock and it made me yelp.

“W-what’re you doing?!” I asked as I tried to take his hands off of my crotch.

“Want me to help you with this?” he asked.

My skin prickled when Clark began to nibble my earlobes. His voice was so close to my ears, it sent shivers down my spine.


“It’s okay, Drew,” he whispered.

He pushed his tongue inside my ear and it tickled me. I was trembling from what he was doing and slowly, I was liking it. His hand went inside my pants and found my cock.

“Clark!” I called out for the second time.



I could see his eyes sparkling in satisfaction.

“More what?” he asked.

“T-touch me more, please,” I said, biting my lip while looking straight at his eyes.

I was mesmerized at how he was staring at me, as if he’s eating me alive. I’ve never seen him look at me like this before. From just a simple stare, my body became even more hot, more needy, more everything that I wasn’t before meeting Clark. I’m aching to be touched and caressed and violated by those rough hands.

I gasped when he gripped my cock, tight enough to make me feel the pressure. I arched my back and threw my head in sheer bliss. He began stroking me under my pants and it felt like I’m going to cum anytime. It was slow at first and as seconds pass by, his pace began to fasten. Pre-cum soiled my pants and underwear and to see how wet I was just from a simple hand-job, it embarrassed me.

But at the same time, I wanted more.

I wanted Clark to hurt me more, to make me feel that I’m nothing but a dirty pig.


He sent me to the edge by flicking his thumb over the slit of my member. I ejaculated all over his hand, screaming his name.

“Clark! Mmhhmm!”

I stayed still on the bed, panting breathlessly. I know I said I hate exercise, things that would make me sweat and tired, but this might be the type of work-out I would only love.

Clark pulled his hand out and I cringed when he left my cock. I could feel cum soaking through my clothes but I didn’t care.

That felt so good.

“Look at this,” Clark said, letting me see his hand dripping with my essence. “Haven’t you been doing it yourself?”

I didn’t understand what he meant.

“What?” I asked.

“Jerking off,” Clark reiterated while smirking at me. “I doubt that dirty little mind of yours doesn’t know how to masturbate, Drew.”

I felt flustered and humiliated at what he said.

“I - I’m not dirty -- !”

Clark pulled me close, smearing the cum on my face. He ran his thumb over my lips and I tasted the bitterness of my own cum.

I should be disgusted by it but instead, it brought a weird urge to have Clark defile me.

“That look fits you well, boss,” he said in pure mockery.

Putting my arms around his neck, I pulled myself towards him. I tilted my head while puckering my lips.

“Clark, kiss…please…k-kiss me…” I begged like a little kid who wanted a candy.

He smirked at me. Judging from the sarcastic expression on his face, I was expecting he would insult me rather than kissing me but I was dead wrong.

Clark pushed me down on the bed, taking both my arms and pinning it above my head. Before I could ask why he was being aggressive all of a sudden, he smacked his lips against mine.

Sparks exploded in my body as his tongue forced its way inside my mouth. He sucked my tongue, bit and licked my lower lip until it tingles in pain. When he pulled away, I saw Clark looking at me with a predatory gaze.

“You want more?” he asked, grinning naughtily at me.

“Oh god, yes, I want more,” I said, returning his grin back at him.

Clark wasted no time and plunged back to kiss me again. This time, it was more harsh and greedy. His teeth was biting my lip and I grunted when I felt it stinging in pain. Our rugged moans were resonating in my room and never did I imagine I would do something as mischievous as making out with the person I love inside my room.

My cheeks and ears were burning hot. I’m sure I looked really disheveled right now.

Clark wasn’t stopping claiming my lips. It was as if he was a hungry beast that was denied of food for years. He kept pushing his tongue inside my mouth, leaving nothing untouched.

He finally pulled away from the second time and like me, Clark was panting as well.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath.

Running a hand through his damp hair, Clark licked his lip while looking straight into my eyes.

“Stop seducing me, Drew,” he warned, his voice deep and dangerous, “I might not be able to hold myself back anymore.”

My eyes widened at him.


There was something hard pressing on my legs. I looked down and saw the huge bulge underneath his pants.

Was he hard because of me?

By any chance, does Clark like me too?

“Clark, are you…?

We were interrupted all of a sudden when his phone began to ring. We looked at each other for a moment before he sighed in annoyance.

Clark backed away from me and sat on the edge of the bed to pick up the phone. He answered it by the fourth ring and I intently listened who called him.

“Are you that useless that you can’t make an old fuck like him talk?” Clark angrily said through his gritted teeth, “listen carefully, you fuck, you better ready yourself when I get here because I’m going to kill you.”

I shuddered from the tone of Clark’s voice. I’m sure the person he was talking to in the phone pissed himself of how scary Clark sounded.

He finished the call and heaved another sigh.

“I have to go.”

“Huh? Where are you going?”

Clark pulled the coat hanging by the chair, slipping it on before getting tucking his phone inside his pocket.

“To deal with incompetent people that can’t do anything right,” he answered in sarcasm.

I lowered my head in disappointment.

“For the mean time, you go and relax the whole day,” Clark said.


“I’ll come pick you up tonight. Ready yourself, you understand?”

Clark didn’t wait for me to answer. He left my room without even giving me one last look.

I sighed.

Touching my lips, I could still feel him kissing me. The sting from when he was biting me hurts and I loved it.

What’s happening to me? Why am I thinking like this?

Am I really disgusting?

It was around lunch time when I got out of my room. I was feeling hungry after I spent half of the morning inside my bathroom and half of it lying on my bed, thinking about nothing but Clark.

While going to the kitchen, I overheard some of the maids talking about the man that was occupying my mind right now.

“Do you think sir Clark has a girlfriend?” Elisa, I think was her name, asked one of the elderly maids in our household.

“Why are you asking that?”

“Because he’s so hot not to have a girlfriend, right?”

I hid behind the wall, thinking hard about what she just said.

Elisa had a point! He’s too hot not to have a girlfriend, right? Or a boyfriend, who knows? Clark told me once that he’s not indifferent to gay people. Maybe he’s bisexual? He did kiss me and I’m a guy.

But I haven’t seen him once with a woman.

So maybe Clark really was gay?

Aaaagh, he’s so confusing!


I jolted when Isaac appeared beside me. He was in his usual white dress shirt and black slacks and he was looking at me with raised brows.

“What are you doing?”

I sheepishly rubbed the back of my head.

“I got hungry so I went downstairs to eat,” I replied while nervously laughing at him.

“Do you want to eat outside?”

I blinked at him.

“Is that allowed?”

“I’m your bodyguard. As long as you have me around you’ll be safe,” Isaac said, smiling at me.

“Okay, if that’s not gonna bother you,” I said.

I was feeling depressed over the fact that I’m not sure if Clark liked me or not.

“I’m the one inviting you, so it’s not a bother.”


We entered Nomer’s diner and it was filled with people from families to friends. I wanted to go somewhere else but Isaac said that we should just wait for a vacant table. A few minutes of waiting, a couple near the windows left their table and I marched towards it to claim their spot.

Isaac sat in front of me.

“When eating outside, it’s better for you not to sit near the windows,” he said.

I blinked at him.

“Huh? Why’s that?”

“You’ll make yourself an easy target.”

I got chills running down my spine when Isaac said that.

“I-is that so?” I nervously mumbled.

I looked out the window and anxiously began to think that someone might be pointing a gun at me.

Isaac giggled.

“You don’t have to worry,” he said, smiling kindly at me, “you’re safe with me, Drew.”

The anxiety I was feeling a moment ago disappeared and I smiled back at Isaac. I don’t know when he started acting like this towards me but I get the feeling that Isaac’s becoming more close to me than before. He’s letting me see more of his expressions, not just the usual dead stare and monotonous voice of his.

Somehow, it felt as if I have a friend in my family.

And I’m happy about that.

“Thanks for inviting me out,” I said, “Clark wants me to get ready tonight and I don’t even know what we’re going to do.”

The smile on Isaac’s face vanished and he was now scowling at me.

“I’m scared, you know,” I honestly said.

“Of him?” Isaac asked.

I scratched my nose while looking out the window, thinking about Clark. Sure, he had an intimidating aura. Ever since the cruise ship, he changed drastically but even so, I still find myself attracted to him.

The mysterious and dangerous air around him, how authoritative he gets whenever he’s with me.

I liked it.

“I don’t know,” I exasperatedly answered.

Isaac shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m sure he’s doing everything to make you strong, boss.”

“Really? You think so too?”


We became silent for a moment until a waiter approached us to clean our table and take our order. We told him what we wanted and when he left, I looked back at Isaac who was looking out the window with a melancholic smile.

“Hey,” I called, making him eye me, “I never know anything about you.”

“About me?” he asked, his voice amused.

“Yeah,” I said, “we’ve known each other for a long time and I don’t even know what your last name is.”

Isaac lowered his gaze.

“I don’t have a last name.”

Confused, I blinked at him.

“What? What do you mean?”

“As far as I remember, I only have a step-father. I don’t even know if he was my step-father. My childhood isn’t really something worth to remember. All I know, he sold me to the Mafia to pay his debts,” Isaac muttered.

I paled in realization. Now I’m feeling like a jerk for asking something so insensitive.

“I’m…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ask…”

“It’s okay. It’s been a long time. Besides, being in the Mafia is far better than living with that person. I met a lot of people who took care of me. They gave me clothes, food, money, a place to stay and if it wasn’t for them, I would have been dead today.”


Isaac bitterly smiled.

“The former leader of the Russian Mafia, the Pakhan himself.”

My jaw dropped in awe.

“What?! You worked under him?!”

Isaac was surprised with my sudden change of mood. I noticed his reaction and I quickly settled down on my seat.

“S-sorry,” I mumbled.

“No, it’s okay.”

“I’m just really amazed at that person. He was the only one who unified the groups in the country and no one have ever done it before. Dad’s trying to do the same but I don’t think he can do it,” I said, mostly to myself.

“Yes, he was truly a formidable person,” Isaac commented.

“I wish I could met him. I heard he had a gay lover too. Amazing isn’t it? He’s the leader of a scary group and even if he was gay, people still respected him,” I said.

Isaac chuckled.

“That’s true but he’s lover was a scary person too.”

“Really? How?”

“They were very protective of each other and will do anything just to be together.”

I was saddened for some reason.

“I see. That’s nice.”

Our orders finally arrived and Isaac and I began to eat. I We were talking about random stuff and without even noticing it, it was already four in the afternoon. We were having our conversation for so long I didn’t even realized that we were in the restaurant for hours. Fortunately, the place wasn’t that busy after lunch time and we didn’t get scolded for overstaying.

Besides, I know the owner be\cause I used to eat here a lot of times. He was a nice man.

Isaac and I entered the car but before he could sit on the drivers seat, his phone rang. He got out to take the call while I sat on the passengers seat next to the driver.

The door was still open so I could hear Isaac talk.

“Yes, boss. I understand,” was all he said before getting back and closing the door with a loud slam.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

I put the seat belt and so did he.

“It’s nothing,” Isaac said.

We got back to the house. It was dark already and all the lampposts were lit up when we drove to the entrance. A guard pulled the door open for me and thanked him.

Isaac got out as well and said, “the boss said you have to get ready at 11 pm.”

“Huh? That late?”

He nodded.

“You better sleep, Drew. Because this thing will last all night.”

Isaac entered the car again and drove it out of the house. I watched him disappear from a distant, leaving me asking what Clark was planning for me this time.

I hope it doesn’t involved killing people.

I grimaced at the thought.

“Let’s get you back to your room, boss,” the guard who opened the door for me offered but I rejected him.

“T-thanks but I can manage! Bye!”

I ran back to my room and decided to sleep just like what Isaac suggested. It’s gonna be a long night, I need to ready myself.

“ --ake up, Drew.”

I could hear a faint voice calling my name.

It sounded like Clark.

Ah, Clark.

Only a day had passed and I’m missing him again.

Just thinking about him, I could feel my lips tingling again.

“Mmmhm,” I moaned through my sleep, “Clark, mmmhmm, Clark…”

“Drew, wake up. We need to go.”

I jolted up after hearing that deep voice straight in my ear. Clark was leaning down towards me, smirking.

“Are you enjoying what I’m doing to you in your dream,” he teased.

“W-what…w-what…I-I’m,” I stammered, trying to find a way out from this embarrassment, “s-sorry! I was…!”

Clark stood up. He was wearing another elegant tuxedo that was suited in fancy parties just like that last time. His hair was swept back and it gave Clark a really classy look, making me more attracted to him than I already was.

“I bought you clothes,” he said, throwing me five or six cover garments.

I got drowned by what he gave me.

“W-what is this?!” I asked as I got out of the pile of clothes.

Clark sat on the couch and crossed his legs.

“Take a bath and change into that. We’re leaving at 30.”


He raised a brow at me.

“What are you waiting for? Go,” Clark beckoned, cocking his head to the direction of my bathroom.

I just woke up and he’s already ordering me around.

I reluctantly got out of the bed, dragging my heavy feet to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I checked the time before I enter and it was ten in the evening. I slept for like 4 hours and it felt as if I only closed my eyes for a few seconds until Clark woke me up.

After I finished taking a warm shower, I got out of the bathroom and immediately looked at Clark who was still sitting on the couch. He saw me stepped out of the room, smirking at me.

“Pick anything you like,” he said. “I bought it all for you.”

Only half-naked with a flimsy towel wrapped around my waist, I went back to my bed to check the clothes he gave me.

There were a variety of dark colors and it was all gorgeous. Expensive too if I may add.

“Why did you buy me clothes?” I asked, eyes glued to the suits lying on my bed.

I didn’t noticed that Clark was already behind me when he spoke.

“Because I need my boss to look presentable,” he whispered in my ear.

My cheeks got warm.

“I-is that so? I’m amazed you know my size.”

Clark didn’t reply.

“What do you think I should wear?” I asked, eyes gazing from left to right to pick I what suit I should wear.

I was thinking of choosing the silver suit.

“Anything looks good but I personally like the silver one,” he said.

I gaped at him. It was as if he read my mind.

“What?” Clark asked, seeing my dumbstruck look.

“Nothing!” I snapped. “I’ll wear this!”

I turned around to face Clark who was standing behind me.

“I need to change so can you please leave the room?”


“Because I need to change.”

“We’re both guys. What’s the big deal?”

I stared at him with wide eyes.

What’s the big deal?!

I’m freaking attracted to you, that’s the deal! If I get a boner, dressing up while you watch me, that would be the end of me!

In one swift tug, Clark stripped me naked off of the towel I was wearing.

“What are you doing?!” I screamed as I instinctively cover my crotch.

Clark gave me a lecherous gaze.

“What’s to hide, boss? I’ve seen it before.”

I gasped at him in utter disbelief.


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