Mated To A Mafia Boss

Jasper's POV

I sat on my mother's lap, her warmth the only thing that shielded me from the cold, rotting stench of our apartment. The door slammed open, and the shield shattered.

"Hey, you pathetic fool," My father, Blake staggered in, his words slurred but venomous.

I raised my head to meet the monster in his eyes. His heavy steps carried him closer, and without a second's hesitation, he shoved my mother to the ground.

"Get me my food," Blake barked, towering over my mother as she struggled to steady herself.

"There's no food...but if you give me some money, I can quickly make you something." Mother's voice trembled as she spoke, her hands clutching the side of her dress.

Father's face twisted with rage. "You're so useless," he spat, raising his hand. The slap landed with a sickening thud, and Mother staggered backward, falling to the ground. My fists clenched as I stood in the corner, fear wrestling with the fiery hatred building in my chest.

"Pathetic," he sneered, his boot stomping on her sides as she whined in pain.

I can't watch it anymore. My legs carried me to the kitchen before I realized what I was doing. My hands gripped the knife tightly and I stepped forward. "If you touch her again... I'll stab you." my voice was shaking, but I didn't care. The words were out, and his attention snapped at me.

Mother's tear-filled eyes widened in fright as she stared at the blade in my hands. "Jasper, drop it!" she whispered, her voice thick with fear.

Blake turned slowly, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the knife in my hand. Then he laughed-a cruel, mocking sound that filled the room. "You? Stab me?" His laugh turned into a snarl as he staggered towards me. "You're just like your mother-worthless."

Before Blake could utter another insult, I lunged. The knife drove into his stomach, a wet, sickening gasp breaking the room's heavy silence. His eyes widened as he stumbled back, hands clutching at the growing crimson stain on his shirt.

"Jasper, no!" my mother's voice broke through the ringing in my ears. I yanked the knife free, and he crumpled to the ground, motionless.

I stood there, the knife slipping from my trembling hands, and clattering against the floor. My vision blurred as tears streamed down my cheeks.

Mother crawled toward me while I still stood paralyzed, my wide eyes fixed on my body.

"Jasper," she said, gripping my shoulders firmly, her voice urgent, but steady despite her tear-streaked face. "Look at me," she said, forcing me to meet her gaze.

I didn't move.

"Listen to me, Jasper" she continued, her voice trembling with resolve. "I killed him. Do you understand? No matter what anyone says, I did it."

Her words didn't make sense, but I nodded anyway, unable to find my voice.

The hours that followed were like a nightmare. Mother acted quickly. She stripped me of my bloodied clothes, threw them into the fireplace, and watched them burn. Then, she smeared Blake's blood onto herself, tears streaming down her face.

"Promise me," she whispered, her trembling lips as she placed a kiss on my forehead.

She picked up her phone and dialed the police. Minutes later, flashing lights filled the night, and our creepy apartment became the center of chaos. Journalists swarmed outside as Mother was led away in handcuffs. Her eyes never left me, a silent plea in her gaze: Do not tell them the truth.

I stood on the porch, the sharp, cold wind biting into my skin as whispers swirled around me. Fifteen years in prison. That was Mother's sentence. She was gone and I was alone.

The streets became my home, each day bleeding into the next. I survived scavenging for scraps, stale foods and curling up in dark alleys to escape the bitter cold night, and learn to survive on what little I could find.

Then they found me.

Fear knotted my stomach as they drew closer, but one of them knelt and smiled-a kind, disarming expression.

"Are you hungry, kid?" one of the men handed me a box of neatly packed food. "Eat," he urged gently, his tone soothing.

I hesitated but eventually snatched the box, devouring its contents in seconds. The man handed me a bottle of water, his smile unwavering.

For days, the man returned, bringing food and small gifts. I began to trust them, their kindness a stark contrast to the cold, uncaring world I knew. Then, one day, after eating, darkness swallowed me.

I woke up to unfamiliar surroundings. I was in a dimly lit room with two other children, their sharp cries slicing through the tension in the room. The man mark, I'd trusted, stood nearby, his expression void of the warmth I had come to know, come to trust.

"Transport the kids tomorrow," Mark told his partner, Jack, his tone sharp and cold. "Dr. Harrison has a buyer willing to pay a million for a healthy heart."

The words were ice down my spine. These men weren't just kidnappers-they were organ harvesters. My trust had been a lie, and now, I was prey.

The other children sobbed, terror thick in the room, but I sat silently, my mind racing as I hatched a plan to escape.

That night, I secretly concealed a fork from the meal they served us. When jack entered to check on us, I clutched my stomach and cried out, feigning pain.

"What's wrong with you now?" Jack barked, stepping closer.

I waited until he had bent over me, then struck. The fork pierced Jack's neck, and blood sprayed as he staggered back, clutching the wound as he collapsed.

I didn't wait. I bolted for the door, the other children crying out behind me. "Please, take us with you!" I hesitated for a moment, their desperate voices tugging at my conscience. But the thought of Mark returning pushed me forward.

I ran into the forest, the sound of my heartbeat blurring out everything else.

At thirteen, I had taken another second life.

And this time, there was no one to take the blame.

Fifteen years later

Mia's POV

"Miss Mia. You need to come up with half a million dollars for the surgery if you want to save your mother. Otherwise, we'll have to discharge her" the doctor said, his words struck me like a thunder slap, his tone laced with both pity and finality.

Half a million dollars. I stared at him, the enormity of the number turning my thoughts to static. I wanted to scream, laugh and cry all at once. Half a million dollars. Where am I supposed to get that? Even if I sold everything we owned, it wouldn't even come close to that amount.

"Doctor... please." my voice trembled as I fought hard to suppress my tears. "Can you start the treatment? I'll get the money. I promise I will," I pleaded desperately. My heart clung to the tiniest bit of hope even though I knew luck wouldn't be on my side.

The doctor shook his head sadly, shoving his hands into the deep pockets of his white coat. His expression softened, but the reality was unmoving. "I'm sorry, Mia. There's nothing I can do without the funds. I truly wish I could help."

Without waiting for me to respond, he turned and walked away, leaving me frozen in the cold hospital hallway. Slowly, my legs grew weak and I sank onto the nearest bench. With her face buried in my hands, tears slid down my cheek.

Who could I turn to? Who would listen? The answer was stark-no one. Absolutely, no one.

I'm the only child of my mother and I had always felt like it was just the two of us against the world. Mother had raised me single-handedly after she had me in a fleeting one-night stand with a stranger. Mother had given up everything for me. Now, that same woman lay feeble and helpless in a hospital bed, fighting for her life.

I pushed myself to stand and staggered to my mother's ward, my body trembling. I paused in the doorway, gripping the frame for support. Mother's face was ghostly, her skin strained, barely holding her bones together. An oxygen tube wrapped around her nose, but even with assistance, every shallow rise and fall of her chest seemed difficult.

Tears obscured my vision as I walked closer. The woman who had sacrificed everything for me didn't deserve this. "I'll save you, Mama," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I'll get the money. Somehow."

Although I didn't know how, I will try.

Leaving the ward, I flagged down a taxi. One name echoed in my mind-a name I hated to think of. But I had no choice. I was out of options.

Lucas.

"Mia, you didn't show up at work today," Lucas sneered immediately I stepped into his office. He leaned back in his chair, with his stomach protruded, and his tone laced with mockery. "Got yourself another job, did you?"

"Mr. Lucas," I called in a whisper. My gaze fixated on the ground as my trembling hands clenched into fists, holding the hem of my shirt. I hated being here under his lustful gaze, hated having to ask him for help, but I had no choice. "Please..." my hands clasped together as I fell weakly to my knees, "I really need your help. My mother... She's dying. She needs surgery, and I don't have the money." Tears streamed down my cheeks, my desperation palpable.

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued by my tone. "Help?" He stood and walked over to me, pulling me up to sit on the nearby couch. "Mia, darling," he cooed, his voice disgustingly sweet. "No need to cry. I'll give you the money."

My head snapped at him with surprise and relief. "You will?"

"Of course." He hesitated, a glint of something dark flashing in his eyes. "How much are we talking about?"

"Half a million dollars," I said quickly, hope flaring in my chest.

Lucas's smirk disappeared, as I noticed him shifting uncomfortably. "Well..." He cleared his throat. "You know, I've always told you I'd take care of you if you just... let me."

His hand slid onto my lap, fingers brushing my thigh. I flinched and pushed his hand away. "Will you help me or not?"

Lucas's expression darkened. "I'll help you," he said, his tone turning cold. "If you let me have you. Just once."

I stared at him in disbelief. "What?"

"You heard me," he murmured, leaning closer. "One night, Mia, and the money is yours."

My heart pounded as his grip tightened around her waist. He pressed his lips to mine, forcing a kiss.

"Okay," I said through gritted teeth, forcing a smile that didn't reach my eyes. "Fine. Let's do it."

Lucas's eyes lit up with triumph, and he released me. He quickly tugged his shirt over his head, his belly bouncing with excitement.

"I'd rather die to allow him to take advantage of me." The moment his back was turned, I grabbed a pen from the couch and stabbed him in the ankle.

"Argh! You bitch!" Lucas howled, clutching his leg as I bolted for the door. "Don't ever show your face here again!"

Tears blurred my vision as I wandered aimlessly, the cold biting through my thin jacket. I stumbled out into the night, my chest heaving. My only lifeline had snapped, leaving me adrift. Could this day get any worse?

My gaze landed on the glowing sign of a nearby bar: Hops and Giggles. The music pouring from its doors was loud, chaotic, and distracting-exactly what I needed. Without thinking, I crossed the street and walked inside.

Sliding onto a stool, I ordered their cheapest drink. The burn of alcohol that slid down her throat was harsh but welcome. I threw it back in one shot.

Across the room, a man's piercing gaze settled on me. I turned, locking eyes with him. Something in his expression sent a shiver down my spine.

I turned toward him, my eyes locking onto his. "Are you even human?" I slurred, stumbling toward him. Before he could respond, I collapsed against his shoulder.

By dawn, I threw my eyes open, groaning as I clutched my pounding head. My stomach twisted nauseously, the remnants of last night's alcohol making me feel sick. The room spun around me. With a sharp breath, I pushed myself up, scanning the unfamiliar surroundings in panic. As I jolted upright, my memories from the previous night flooded back.

A man entered the room just as I moved to leave. Our eyes locked briefly. My heart skipped a beat as recognition hit me.

Quickly, I threw the duvet aside and rushed to my feet. "Thanks so much for your help," I said, trying to mask my fear. "I'll make sure to repay you next time, but for now, I need to leave."

I reached the hospital, my anxiety spiking when I spotted the loan sharks harassing the nurses outside my mother's ward. The gang leader's voice boomed, demanding money from the nurse.

"Don't tell me shit," the boss growled, his voice thick with rage. "Is a hundred dollars some pocket change to you?" He spat the words, his eyes wild with fury.

My feet faltered, and for a moment, I considered running-escaping this nightmare altogether. But the image of my mother, fragile and helpless, held me in place. She needed me.

I forced myself forward, each step trembling with fear. The gang leader noticed me immediately, his gaze snapping to mine like a predator sizing up prey. Before I could react, he lunged, gripping my hair and yanking my head back with brutal force. "You think you can run off, huh?" he snarled.

I whimpered, the sharp pain rooting me in place. My body shook, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as I braced myself for whatever horror came next.

But then, his grip loosened. He froze, his demeanor shifting in an instant. Confused, I glanced up to see what had stopped him.

The guy from earlier.

"Why are you here disturbing my fiancée?" His voice rang out, his tone dark and dangerous. "Do you want to lose your heads?"

The loan sharks recoiled, panic written across their faces. "No, no, boss!" they stammered, backing away.

"Settle them," he ordered, turning to another guy behind him. His eyes were cold as he watched them scramble away, eager to avoid his wrath.

Once the gang had fled, he turned to me. I was silent, still processing everything. Our eyes locked, and I felt lost in his deep, oceanic gaze. I was entranced, unable to look away.

Finally, I found my voice. "Thank you so much. I keep becoming indebted to you," I said with a faint smile, trying to mask my shock.

He slid his hands into his pockets, his gaze unwavering. "Well," he said coolly, "I'm about to give you the chance to repay me."

My heart raced. "What?" I asked, confusion flooding my voice.

"It's a contract," he explained. "I clear off your debts, and you become my... pet."

My jaw dropped, my breath hitched. "Pet?" I could barely comprehend the word. "What are you talking about?"

The room fell into an unsettling silence, the weight of his proposition settling on me like a heavy, suffocating fog, leaving me speechless and trembling.

Jasper's POV

Indulging in fun, my mind was clouded with lust and power. My moans cut through the room, accompanied by the painful whimpers of the woman beneath me. Her trembling hands clutching the sheets was nothing more than an object to fuel my desire. Every thrust, every movement, drained her spirit further, and I thrived on it. Her pain only seemed to intensify the rush of power I held over her.

"Please... stop," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.

But I didn't stop. She was a random slut I picked up from the bar last night, -clearly unaware of what she was getting herself into. The others already knew me well enough to understand I'm not one for gentleness when it comes to pleasure. In fact, they craved the roughness.

My hand curled into her hair, yanking her head back forcefully as I pressed my lips to her ear.

"Scream for me," I gritted out, my tone both icy and elated. Her faint cry filled the room further, but just as I moved to thrust deeper, the door creaked open.

I froze, glancing over my shoulder. Jayden stood in the doorway, his sharp gaze cutting through the thick atmosphere.

"And what the hell do you think you're doing?" I growled, pulling away abruptly.

The woman collapsed onto the bed, her entire body trembling as she exhaled in relief. Quickly, she scrambled to gather her clothes, avoiding both our eyes as she bolted for the door, desperate to flee.

"You really need to work on your timing, Jayden," I muttered, slipping on my trousers. My tone was deceptively calm, though my jaw tightened with irritation. "You know how much I hate being disrupted."

Jayden stepped inside, his movements measured. "You were going to kill her, Jasper."

"And that's your concern because...?" I shot back, my glare was sharp enough to cut. I don't give a damn about her.

Jayden held his ground, his voice low and steady. "She wasn't going to survive that, and you know it."

I let out a humorless laugh, finishing with my shirt buttons. "Don't lecture me about survival, Jayden. You work for me, not the other way around."

I could feel his eyes boring into me, the frustration in his posture. He hated me for it, and I enjoyed that more than I should.

"Sorry, boss," he said, his voice quiet, but there was something under it-a slight defiance.

"Good." I crossed the room, grabbing my watch from the bedside table. "Now, what about Felix?"

Jayden snapped to attention, his tone all business. "We've located him. He's hiding out in a local bar on Rosewood Drive."

My eyes darkened, and a smirk played on my lips. "No one makes an attempt on my life and walks away alive."

I strode to the door, my movements purposeful. "We will leave in ten minutes. Make sure the men are ready."

Jayden nodded and left without another word.

At the bar, the atmosphere was a blend of smoky haze and muffled chatter. I walked in, and the room seemed to freeze. Heads turned, conversations quieted. They knew who I was, and I enjoyed it. I soaked in their fear, their awe.

"Is he here?" I asked Jayden, his voice low and dangerous.

Jayden hesitated. "We lost track of him. He must've slipped out before we arrived."

I could feel my anger bubbling. "You're getting sloppy, Jayden. You've been slipping up too often lately."

"I'll find him," Jayden assured me, signaling to the others. His men immediately dispersed, combing through the bar and surrounding streets.

As I sank into a booth, my eyes fell on her. She was slumped over the bar, flushed cheeks, tousled hair. She wasn't anything special, but there was something about her. I could see it-vulnerable, yet striking. I couldn't look away.

She turned toward me, her eyes hazy with drunkenness. "Are you even human?" she slurred, stumbling toward me.

Before I could speak, she collapsed against my shoulder. I froze. What the hell was she doing?

I didn't know why, but something in me softened-just for a second. It made no sense.

With a finger, I pushed her head off me, the motion sending her face onto the table with a soft thud. It was almost like she was still there, her presence lingering in the air. She wasn't the type I usually went for. Hell, I barely even cared about anyone. But she... she felt different. I wish I could fuck her right here. The thought tugged at me, but I forced myself to look away.

Jayden walked in, breaking the moment. "We found Felix," he announced.

"Good," I muttered, turning to walk out but then halting. I turned back sharply. "Bring her," I said, my gaze flicking towards her.

Jayden blinked, clearly caught off guard. "Huhh! Jasper, you can't just pick up strangers."

"Relax, Jayden," I replied with a nonchalant shrug. "I'm not fucking her. She's drunk and might get molested if I leave her here."

Jayden stared at me, clearly baffled. His gaze asked "Since when did you care about others?" But he kept his mouth shut. I didn't give a damn. I didn't care about her, not really. But I couldn't leave her here.

We left the bar and made our way home. Inside, the air was thick with tension. Felix, strapped to a metal chair, thrashed violently, shrieking for mercy, but I didn't care about him. Not now.

My voice cut through the chaos, cold and deliberate. "How dare you try to murder me, Felix?" I groaned, stepping closer to him. Felix was trembling with fear. "I know someone must have sent you. Who?"

Felix was silent, his only response was a shaky, desperate shake of his head.

I gritted my teeth. "Well, you don't have to say anything. No excuse will save you." My hand shot out, gripping Felix's neck, and before he could react, I shoved his head into a large drum of water.

Felix gasped, his body jerking violently as he fought for air, but I kept him submerged, watching as Felix's eyes twitched, the desperation evident. I pulled him back out only for the cycle to begin again. By now, Felix was barely conscious, his breath ragged as he slumped in the chair.

I picked up a knife from the table, inspecting it with a sick smirk on my face. I could almost feel Felix's weak pulse through my fingertips as I slid the blade toward him.

"You attempted to kill me," I growled, shoving Felix's hand onto the table. With a swift, vicious motion, the knife bit into Felix's thumb, the agonized scream echoing off the walls.

"Jas...per," Felix gasped through the pain, his voice breaking. "Please. It...was a man. I don't know him. I swear."

I chuckled darkly, my eyes gleaming with cruelty. "Who's the person? I leaned in close, my voice dripping with disdain. "Who?" He growled.

Felix sluttered. "Mr Blake. I hear the other men call him that."

My world stopped. I blinked, my hand trembling as the blade faltered in midair.

My father.

It couldn't be.

I stared at Jayden, feeling my insides twist. My mind was racing, trying to process what Felix had just said.

"Jasper?" Jayden said, his voice uncertain.

"My father," I whispered, my breath catching. "It's him. If any Mr. Blake would want me dead, then he is the one."

"But... I thought he died?" Jayden asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

"I don't know..." I muttered, my thoughts spinning. "The police collected his body."

The silence in the room felt deafening.

I turned and walked out, my mind in chaos.

Later, in my room, I poured a glass of alcohol, taking a slow sip, my mind clouded with the ghosts of the past. I pulled out a photo of my mother from my drawer, her face staring back at me like she was just right there. The woman had died because of me-after two prison stints, my mother had succumbed to a heart attack. The nightmares still haunt me. And my father... was he alive? Or had I been wrong all this time?

When I heard the footsteps outside my door, I didn't move. Mia was trying to leave. She said something about repaying me. I blinked in surprise, my brows furrowing. Pay me back? I never said anything about wanting a reward. She was a distraction-nothing more. Yet, something about her lingered.

She bolted out of the room, and I stood by the balcony, watching her flee. I couldn't understand why her presence felt... soothing. But I didn't have time for it.

"Get every bit of information on her," I muttered to Jayden. "I find her... intriguing."

An hour later, Jayden entered, his face unreadable.

"I found her," he said.

I didn't waste time. "Let's go."