SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN

“Please take this car back to the mansion I told you about.” she said.

“Drive into the mansion, drop the car, I got it!” The man said he was attempting to go. “Wait! Just ditch the car somewhere around the mansion.” Melody said, her boyfriend started rolling their luggage away. She looked back at the city one more time, took a deep breath, and followed him.

The next day,

Ashley woke up to the sounds of sirens; the sound was so deafening that it was making her ears bleed; she grunted and got down from the bed; she tied the rope of the red lingerie she was wearing; and Spike was still sleeping on the floor. She shoved her legs into the flip-flop close to her bed, rubbing her sleepy eyes as she ambled out of her room.

She slowly walked down the stairs, heading to the living room, when she spotted Chris, who had been handcuffed. He was sweaty, his hair was rough, and there were red marks on his face like he had been hit a lot. Jake was patting the shoulder of a sobbing woman; he was whispering things to her, trying to console her.

Ashley knew immediately that she was the wife of the doctor. As soon as Jake saw her, he quickly removed his hand from the woman’s shoulder, folding his hand across his chest. The cops were all lustfully staring at Ashley, who looked sexy in her lingerie, like she was dressed to kill, but she didn’t care. She sauntered over to the cops who were standing behind Chris, who was looking down; he couldn’t bring himself to look at her in the face.

“What’s going on here?” Ashley asked with her head held high.

“She is the owner of this house; she is our boss.” Jake said to a man who wasn’t dressed in a police uniform. The man stepped forward, he was dressed in a fashionable suit, and he flashed her his badge.

“I am Detective Brad Collins; I am here to investigate the death of the doctor… and I was told that you had to hire him to come treat your father.” Detective Brad said with his piercing gaze fixed on Ashley. The atmosphere in the living room was getting heavier by the minute.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

“Yes, I did, but unfortunately, he died.” Ashley said.

“We found out that…” Ashley cut in.

“Why is he handcuffed? What’s the matter?” Ashley asked calmly, the detective found her interruption rude but replied.

“He is under arrest for the murder of Mr. Paul Anderson; a security camera caught him yesterday at the graveyard trying to bury the doctor’s body,” he replied.

“But he is not…” Ashley’s response was cut off by a hiccup. She covered her mouth with her hand; not in her wildest dreams would she have thought that one of her bodyguards would be arrested because of her.

“He is not a murderer; this man has been working for me for as long as I can remember, and he has never given me a reason to complain.” Ashley said, pacing as she was defending Chris, everyone was just silent. Brad finally cut in.

“Er… you don’t need to explain things to us; we already know, Chris is the prime suspect, so we are going to put him behind bars and try to get the truth out of him about why he tried to bury the body of the man in secret. In the main time I will be trying my best to investigate, and I want all of you to cooperate with me.” Detective Brad said putting his hand on his chest and did a small respectful bow. Ashley bit her lower lip, dumbfounded, as the cops started hauling Chris away by the handcuffs, like he was the real murderer.

Ashley couldn’t bear to watch them take Chris away because he was innocent, but words couldn’t save him since the cops had evidence against him. She ran to him and spread her hand in the air; the cops all stood back, staring at her. She lifted Chris’s chin and looked into his eyes with a lot of care.

“Look at me; I promise to get you out of jail.” She said. His eyes were quivering as he looked at her.

“You don’t need to do anything; I deserved this; I shouldn’t have tried to bring the doctor here on my own.” Chris replied in a somber tone, avoiding her gaze.

“It’s not your fault, trust me, I am going to get you out,” she said, holding the handcuffs.

“Get out of the way, ma’am.” One of the cops said in a rude manner.

“C-Chris I…” Ashley couldn’t finish her speech when Jake grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her away from Chris.

“You need to get a grip on yourself, queen…the damage is already done.” Jake said in a coaxing tone, but she didn’t want to listen to him. Her eyes turned red as the cops started hauling Chris away, kicking the back of his leg as he refused to walk.

“Argh! Ow!” Chris groaned in pain. Ashley’s body shook as if she were the one being tortured. She gnashed her teeth as Chris went out of sight. Brad stepped forward with Mrs. Anderson.

“Your bodyguard is a murderer; he killed my husband! What am I going to tell my kids?” The woman asked, poking Ashley on the chest with her index finger. Ashley blinked her eyes, trying her best not to get offended by the woman because she was already going through a lot.

“My condolences for your loss, ma’am.” Ashley said, furrowing her eyebrows.

“I don’t need your sympathy! You must have sent him to kill my husband! You are a monster!” The woman yelled in Ashley’s face. Ashley closed her eyes as the frustrated woman’s saliva touched her face.

“Ma’am, I am sorry for your loss, but I would never kill your husband…what will I gain? I needed him to save my father’s life.” Ashley protested, but the woman didn’t listen; instead, she burst into tears and started running in the direction of the main door. Ashley jerked her head to look at the woman in surprise.

“Since we are still on the matter, I need to take you both in for questioning.” Detective Brad said.

“Why do you need to question us? Didn’t you already catch the criminal?” Jake asked, Ashley elbowed him hard on the stomach, enraged.