Sold to the Mafia: The Heir

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Isaac was waiting outside the room when Clark and I got out. I could feel my face burning from Clark’s sudden confession a while ago.

His words were ringing inside my head.

“I’ll be yours. I’ll be faithfully yours, forever, Drew. Are you fine with that?”

Does that mean that we’re finally dating? I could assume that, right?

I took a glance at Clark who approached Isaac. They were talking about something but I was in cloud nine to even understand what was going on between them.

“Boss?” Isaac called, waking me up from my daze.

“Huh?” I asked, lifting my head to look at Isaac. “What is it?”

He raised a brow and asked back, “are you alright?”

“Y-yes, I’m fine!” I answered, waving my arms at him to dismiss his worry.

Clark put an arm around my shoulder, forcing me to walk with him.

“Let’s go eat, I’m hungry,” he said.

I looked at him and nodded obediently.

“L-let’s do that.” Turning my head back to look at Isaac, I said, “you should come with us, Isaac.”

All of a sudden, Clark kissed me on the lips and I almost dropped down on the floor from what he did. I could feel Isaac’s gaze on us but I was too distracted by Clark.

“W-why’d you do that?!”

I looked back at Isaac but his face remained passive.

“I don’t like it when you’re inviting other guys to eat with us,” he whispered in my ear, “I told you, didn’t I?”

“I’m very possessive and it might break you. I’m going to hurt you and if you try to run away from me, I’ll lock you up and hurt you even more.”

Remembering what Clark said, I gasped out loud in realization.

“You don’t want me punishing you, or do you, boss?” he said in an extremely seductive way, with his eyes looking straight into my eyes while smirking at me.

I was like hypnotized as I stare into his deep, blue eyes.

“No…?” I trailed off.

Maybe yes.

Maybe a little bit.

Isaac drove us back to Clark’s place. Before getting out of the car, Clark instructed Isaac that we have the whole day tomorrow to train with guns and educate me more about tha dvantage of getting the Italian Mafia to become our ally. He was putting a lot of pressure in me but for some reason, I felt confident because I know Clark would be going with me.

I waved goodbye at Isaac who only smiled at me before going back home. Clark guided me to the elevator, arm wrapped around my waist to pull me closer to him.

This behavior was foreign to me, if I’m going to be honest. Sure, he was touchy before but now, it was as if Clark didn’t want to let go of me.

“Are we gonna eat at your house?” I dumbly asked.

I heard Clark chuckling from my question and that made me blush.

“Yeah, I’d rather eat something home-cooked,” he replied.

My stomach churned in desire after hearing the word home-cooked food. It’s been a long day and I forgot I haven’t eaten for a very long time.

Getting on the elevator, Clark pushed the floor button where he was living at. The moment the doors closed, he pushed me against the elevator wall, one hand behind my head to pulled me closer as he kiss me on the lips. It was all too sudden that I forgot how to breathe. He squeezed my cheeks to force my mouth to open, licking and biting my tongue until I felt like I’m drowning from the way he was kissing me.

“C-clark, wait...”

“ -- ake up, boss.”

I slapped the hand away from me, turning to the other side to continue sleeping. I’m still tired because of what happened last night.


I ignored Clark’s voice calling me to wake up.

“Drew, wake up.”

I was turned to face the side I was facing before and something wet and warm pressed against my lips. I moaned, feeling my mouth parting open.

“Wake up or I’ll fuck you all day too, Drew.”

That immediately woke me up. I got up from the bed, hissing because of the pain all over my body. The bright light blinded me for a second and when I adjusted from it, I saw Clark sitting on the edge of the bed.

He was half-naked, only wearing a rip jeans. His hair was damp and he smelled like soap.

Oh god, so early in the morning and I’m already wanting him.

“H-hi,” I awkwardly greeted, ignoring the aching of my arms, hips, legs and butt. It’s like I wrestled with Clark last night because of the bruises and hickeys all over my body.

“Take a bath and eat your breakfast. I just finished mine,” he informed.

Clark stood up and went to the walk-in closet to the right side of his bedroom to get a shirt. I got up, groaning from the excruciating pain. I could still feel Clark’s cock inside my ass and it kept twitching.

I limped my way to the outside bathroom where I last took a bath but Clark got out and saw me straining to walk.

I saw his lips curled into a smile. He’s obviously satisfied that he was the reason why I couldn’t walk straight.

“Where are you going?”

I gave him a dead look.

“To the bathroom.”

Even though I woke up clean from whatever juices we produced last night, I wanted to take a warm bath before eating breakfast.

“There’s a bathroom here.”

“I didn’t know.”

Clark approached me and lifted me off of my feet. I let out a loud gasp.


He stared at me, smiling.

“I’ll bathe you.”

My cheeks were hot because of what he just suggested.


Kissing me on the nose, Clark said, “I’m going to spoil you rotten, Drew.”

After washing my hair, Clark guided me in the tub filled with warm water. He pulled the sleeves up on his arms and began washing me. I was tired so I let him do whatever he wanted.

I leaned against the wall, eyes closing at the feeling of someone scrubbing my body to clean me.

“What are we gonna do today?” I asked.

Clark answered, “continue the gun training. Our flight’s tomorrow, at eight in the morning.”

I pouted. I remembered that I still have the task convincing Hiro Blaise in working with us. The anxiousness came back and I’m feeling nervous again.

“What’s wrong?” Clark asked.

“I’m just scared. Meeting Hiro is scary,” I said, telling him the truth.

“Like I said, there’s nothing scary about Hiro.”

I opened my eyes and looked at Clark.

“You’re close friends with Hiro, right? If he’s the leader of the Italian Mafia, why didn’t you work with him?”

Clark dropped my arms and the air around him drastically changed.

“He’s capable of leading the mob by himself. The Italians doesn’t need two monsters,” he answered in an ambiguous way.

I didn’t understand what he meant.

“How did you become friends?”

Clark raised one brow, scowling.

“Why do you wanna know?”

He’s probably thinking that I’m getting interested in Hiro which was not true, not in a million years.

“I wanna know more things about you, Clark,” I replied, smiling at him.

Clark took back my hand, leaning his cheek on my palm as he closed his eyes.

“My past...isn’t important. What important is that I’m here to protect you,” he replied, steering the conversation to another direction.

I guess he doesn’t fully trust me yet.

Lowering my head, I nodded.

“Okay,” I said, smiling sadly, “I understand.”

I began eating breakfast while watching Clark talked to his phone in front of me.

“No,” he said, rolling his eyes in annoyance, “motherfu -- how did Tony and Kenth knew that I’m going to Italy?”

I perked up, hearing new names.

“What? They’re in Italy already?”

Clark narrowed his eyes, grumbling.

“Shit. Who told them, Raul?”

He waited for Raul’s answer, who I assumed was a man working for Clark.

“Maria? What the fuck?”

Clark hung up the phone and called another person.

“Please tell me you’re not going back home.”

After a few seconds, Clark dropped the phone, banged his head on the table and grunted. It’s my first time to see him aggravated. He’s usually nonchalant all the time so it’s refreshing to see him bothered.

“What’s wrong?”

“Everyone’s going to Italy. For a damn reunion they say.”

I blinked.


Clark stuck to the plan to train me all afternoon in using guns. Unlike yesterday, he was a little bit patient with me but I knew the reunion thing he talked about this morning bothered him still. I listened well to him, did my best to make him proud and at the end of the day, I’ve learned so much about guns compared to playing volley ball in gym class.

Isaac picked us up, driving us back to the house. It was nine in the evening and we just finished eating dinner. Dad called me again in his office to remind him about my mission in Italy. He also instructed Clark to tell me everything he knew about Hiro so when we met, I at least knew some thing about the infamous leader of the Italian Mafia boss.

I stayed up late listening to Clark. Hiro Blaise, at the age of 23, inherited his position from his father, Matthias Blaise. He’s the new leader of the Italians and everyone have high expectations of him. Under his leadership, Hiro became even more horrifying than his father, who was known as one of the greatest assassin in the world. He graduated in the Philippines, studying under North Vale, a school created to reform the delinquents and juveniles of the country. His school record was unmatched, he was ruthless, cold, manipulative and no one dares to cross his path. Even in a young age, older leaders from other countries fear him. They all wanted to be allies with him they say it was hard to make deals with him.

Apart from the fact that he was a frightening person, he organized a group called the Black Dragon back when he resided in the Philippines. It’s a separate group who specialized in exterminating people in exchange of money. They’re well known in the mob world, being a group that ensures their to eliminate a target without leaving a single trace.

Just hearing that sent shivers down my spine. Whoever this Hiro was, he’s a dangerous person.

I was close to falling asleep and Clark sensed that. He checked the clock. It was 1 in the morning.

“Go to sleep,” he beckoned.

He got up from the chair he set up beside my bed.

“Clark, I wish you can tell me more about you,” I said.

“Yeah, maybe next time,” he said, dismissing what I was requesting.

He picked up his coat.

“Are you gonna leave now?” I asked, pressing my face on my pillow.

“I have to get ready.”

I pouted.

“Okay,” I said, “see you tomorrow.”

Clark turned his back against me but stopped. Walking back, he crouched down to kiss me on the forehead.

“Someday, surely. I’ll tell you.”

I nodded, smiling.


I woke up at around 4 in the morning. Isaac helped me get ready for my flight to Italy. When I was done, I met Clark who was waiting by his car parked in front og our house.

I rubbed my puffy eyes.

“Good morning,” I greeted.

I shivered. It was cold outside and the jacket I’m wearing wasn’t helping me get warm.

Clark neared me. He took his coat off and slung it on my shoulder. I appreciated the kind gesture.


Isaac was putting our bags behind the trunk. I heard his phone ringing.


I jolted, hearing my Nikita calling my name. I saw her walking out of the front door, wearing a thick coat under her nightgown.


Her face was bare from her usual thick make-up. She walked towards me and hugged me tight.

“I wish you succeed in convincing the leader of the Italians,” she said, grinning kindly at me. “I know I don’t have the right to tell you this but I’m proud of you.”

I was weirded out by what she was saying. She’s so random sometimes.

“Okay. Thanks.”

“I know you’re thinking your father doesn’t love you but believe me, he does.”

I blinked at her.


Nikita patted my shoulder.

“Don’t worry, Drew. We believe in you.”

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