The Mafia Boss Submissive

uctions by those gangsters to do as said, and if I dared disobey,

ommanded by an autistic g

arly without stuttering or talking like one who's sufferi

eing an ob

r blue eyes which resembled those of

.." He

ly he drifted back to his autistic state, and my eyelashes coul

forward, and I took a quick glimpse at her, then back to her son,

The autistic guy stammered, and

led at me while I tried to g

dn't even proce

e." Mrs Stone muttered to me, and I smiled in return, glan

the guy smiled at his mother, his bro

ished stairs, making some noisy footsteps

o hold him as he climbed the stairs, and I

-hire to babysitter? Or an a

weird to enter his bedroom because every man's bedroom

nd I glanced at him, seeing that

come-and-go au

serve you in the bedroom as well?" I

he's

h his oceanic blue eyes an

at his knees, and the rest of his legs wer

oing to be fucking an autistic dude

red my question, and I scoffed at him, won

he shut the door behind me, giving me s

a closet at one side and a door, w

ith well-arranged books. A chair and table were beside th

threw the question at me, and

in your bedroom," I said, unable

a self-satisfied smile, walking closer to hi

sister, whom I already dislike. "You don't only want me as an assistant, right?" I say, raising a finger, and I da

ronounced, his face written wi

hat pretty face of his and his lips.

omething done before your maniac..." I paused. "Au

a tight grip, before I could groan, he dragged me closer to the bookshelf

whose name I still can't remember, his

aircase, with him still dragging me. I bet my wri

that as I ran my eyes around the dark room he brought me t

I was stepping backward in fear, thinking that this surveillance or Sullivan of a g

ing off his shirt, and I didn't even spare him a star

ddle, unlike the upper bedroom, and a wooden wardrobe t

ment on the cupboard as my eyes ran to the left side of the bed where there was a huge cage that could fit three adu

nted wall of the bedroom, and overall, the room gave off a dark

nd it felt as if I was with the real demon himself. His shorts were hanging from his waist to his knees, and I could see his abs and

d do was stare directly into his blue orb, still trying to process