MY Possessive Mafia Men

hapter 7: She Is Not A Slave

Chapter 7: She Is Not A Slave Riccardo

"Fine, let me go talk to Jolene some more and see if she has any more information about this girl." Marshall said, sipping his drink one last time before walking out of the door.

If Jolene actually knew anything, he was the guy to get the information. He could sweet-talk himself into anything he wanted, even talk himself out of anything as well if the need arose.

We did have several young adults as members living off daddy's money but most here were in the beginning of their thirties, self-made millionaires. This club wasn't just for BDSM, it was also a place to connect with influential people.

But what was Angelia? A brat spending daddy's money? Self-made millionaire? Or maybe she had a sponsor? Whatever it was, I wanted to know as much about her as I could. I said to my friends that we wouldn't influence her choice in becoming a slave but that didn't mean I didn't want her here as a member in this club, maybe she would surprise us all. Maybe she wanted older men. The smell of

tobacco

mixed with a hint of cognac filled the air as Kingston puffed. I wasn't much of a smoker but I liked to enjoy a good cigarette once in a while. Kingston on the other hand, could smoke with the best of them. With my drink in my hand, I waited in the quiet company of him. He wasn't a fan of filling the silence with unnecessary talk so I kept quiet, my leg bounced restlessly as the clock ticked. Finally, the door opened and a grim looking Marshall entered. "Well?" I prompted him as soon as he got inside, anxious to know more about this woman.

bdsm club of any kind. She said Angelia was a submissive and definitely not a slave." He went to the table and grabbed his empty glass, glancing at me to see if I needed

had an expressive response that she was just a submissive and also she won't become a member either." He filed his glass with more whiskey before plopping down on

Is

breathed this club and no other club in Asaba could measure this one. It wasn't that I was biased, it was merely a fact. She couldn't afford it, I guess. Adanna forgot to

year and this was the first time she had f***d up, not once but three times today which led me to believe she has done it

Neither marshall nor Kingston asked me how I would do that, they knew me well enough to know I could do it even if I had no idea where to start yet. "Does it really matter? She is not

look angry even in the bliss of an or***m, no wonder he stuck to us. Everyone else was too intimidated by him to get too close, women got turned on by his moody looks but they were

maybe she just needs someone to show her how amazing it could be? I mean, outsiders have no idea what it actually entails to be a s**e, they all have

nim.

him.

it

work for me. I love my job, no objection there but aside from my best friends, that was all I had. I had longed for a s***ve for so ****ng long and I wasn't a fan of waiting. The thought of

now and then and it felt good for those few hours but after, we went back to being Masters without our s***e. It felt empty like I was missing a part of myself and I knew the guys felt the same. The things was, we were picky as f***k.

But