Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24

His grip tightened.

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With each struggle, with each desperate attempt to push him away, his fingers pressed deeper into my throat. My lungs burned, my vision blurred, and I realized-

I was going to die.

Here. Like this. Beneath him. Panic seized me.

I couldn’t die. I couldn’t.

Leon-he needed me. I had to stay alive for him.

What would happen to him if I was gone?

What would Asher do to him if I wasn’t here to protect him?

Tears spilt from my eyes as I started to beg.

“Asher, please… please let me go. Please, I’m begging you.” My voice was weak, hoarse, barely a whisper.” Please, don’t do this. I’m sorry.”

My vision started to fade. The edges of the room darkened, my body growing weaker by the second. My limbs felt heavy and useless. The fight was slipping out of me.

And then-He let go.

I gasped, sucking in air so violently that my lungs screamed in pain. My body convulsed as I coughed, trying to get oxygen back, my tears hot and endless. My hands clutched my throat as I struggled to breathe, my whole body trembling.

Asher sat back on his knees, still straddling me. And then-

He laughed. A cold, cruel sound.

I was still gasping for breath, my vision hazy, my body shaking uncontrollably when his laughter suddenly stopped.

His face twisted into something dark and unrecognizable.

And then he sneered.

“Listen to me, you little ungrateful bitch.” His voice was filled with venom. “I own you. I own your life. I own the life of your son.”

I froze, my breath catching.

“I own your life. In case you didn’t know, you’re in my domain. I can kill you. I can kill your son. I can kill your parents, and you won’t be able to do a damn thing about it.”

His words were knives, slicing through me.

Chapter 24

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My heart pounded as I stared up at him, my mind screaming, my body paralyzed.

“So from now on, when I say jump, you ask me-‘How high, master?””

His eyes burned into mine, daring me to defy him again.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I choked out.

But he didn’t move.

His eyes stayed locked on mine, waiting-daring me to give him the answer he wanted.

I swallowed, the weight of the moment crushing me, and forced the words out.

“Yes, master.”

A slow, satisfied smirk curled his lips.

“Good girl.”

Then-slap. Twice.

Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to remind me of who was in control. Of what I had become in his eyes.

Then, without another word, he got off the bed and walked into the closet.

I just sat there. Frozen. Crying.

I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. My body still ached from his grip, my throat sore, my heart pounding. My hands were shaking as I wiped my face, trying to pull myself together.

Then, suddenly, his phone rang.

I looked up, watching as he stepped out of the closet. He was already dressed-black pants, and a crisp button down shirt. He didn’t even glance at me as he reached into his trousers and pulled out his phone.

“What?” he answered, his tone sharp, impatient.

A woman’s voice murmured on the other end.

His expression didn’t change. He didn’t respond, didn’t say another word-just listened. And then, just like that, he ended the call.

He slid the phone into his new pocket, transferred his things, and put on his watch. Only then did he finally look

at me.

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