The Mob Queen Wants to Claim Me for Herself (In a Reverse World)-Chapter 65: Hanging Around

"SKYRIM!" I scream, jolting awake in a world of pain. My wrists burn like fire, suspended high above my head by heavy chains. My whole body dangles, feet barely brushing the floor, shoulders screaming from supporting my weight.

Through blurry vision, I make out Luna's wild-haired silhouette stepping closer, her Hawaiian shirt a nauseating blur of color in the dim light.

"Skyrim?" she questions, tilting her head like a confused predator.

A violent shudder runs through my body, pulling a groan from my parched throat. My stomach clenches painfully, muscles spasming beyond my control. It feels like my insides are trying to claw their way out.

"W...where am I?" I croak, my voice barely recognizable even to my own ears.

Luna steps closer, her face coming into sharper focus. That wide smile stretches across her face, predatory and gleeful. She reaches up and grabs my jaw with one hand, fingers digging painfully into my cheeks.

"Home, kid," she says, squeezing harder until my teeth cut into the inside of my mouth. "You're back in Boston."

I try to focus on her face, but everything keeps blurring and shifting. My skin feels like it's crawling with invisible insects. "I don't feel so good."

Luna releases my jaw and steps back, her green eyes scanning me with clinical detachment. For the first time, I notice the group of women standing behind her, five of them, all impossibly muscular, arms crossed over broad chests as they watch me dangle like a piece of meat.

"You're probably feeling withdrawal," Luna says, that terrible smile widening even further. "Caterina kept you pretty doped up, didn't she? Lord knows what she pumped into you."

My teeth begin to chatter uncontrollably. The room's too cold, then suddenly too hot. "Please..."

"We can give you some heroin," Luna offers, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "Take the edge off. But it's gonna cost you."

Behind her, the tallest of the women runs her tongue across her lips, eyes never leaving mine. The gesture sends ice through my veins despite the fever burning me from within.

"What do you want?" I whisper, already knowing the answer won't be good.

Luna throws her head back and laughs, the sound bouncing off the concrete walls like broken glass. Without warning, her fist drives into my stomach with brutal force. All the air rushes from my lungs as pain explodes through my core. I gag violently, bile rising in my throat as I struggle desperately not to vomit while hanging.

"Listen, pretty boy," Luna says, leaning in close enough that I can smell her minty breath. "I just need you to stay quiet and let these women have their fun with you while I film it, okay? Consider it payment for the drugs."

"What the fuck?" I wheeze, still fighting to catch my breath as cold dread washes over me.

One of the women steps forward from the group, the tallest one with close-cropped black hair and scarred knuckles. Her muscular frame towers over Luna as she approaches me, her dark eyes assessing me like I'm merchandise.

Even through my haze of pain and withdrawal, I can't help but notice she's stunning, all lean muscle and dangerous curves, her face carved from marble. But the predatory look in her eyes terrifies me more than Luna's casual cruelty.

"I'm Mia," she says, her voice surprisingly soft for someone so intimidating. "Luna's told me all about you."

Before I can respond, her hand shoots out, grabbing my crotch with unexpected force. I gasp, my body betraying me as blood rushes south despite my terror. Her fingers explore me through the fabric of my pants, and to my horror, I feel myself hardening under her touch.

Her eyes widen slightly as she glances down at my growing erection, then up to my face. She leans in closer, and I catch a glimpse of her cleavage beneath her tank top.

Mia's eyes widen in surprise as she continues to grip me through my pants. Her head whips around toward Luna.

"Boss," she says, her voice tinged with unexpected excitement, "he's hard already!"

Luna's eyebrows shoot up, that predatory smile stretching impossibly wider across her face. "Well, well," she purrs, stepping closer to examine me. "Caterina's little pet is more eager than we thought."

Before I can protest, Mia's strong hands are at my waistband, yanking my pants down with brutal efficiency. They pool around my ankles, leaving me exposed and vulnerable as I hang there, my erection jutting out embarrassingly in front of everyone.

The women behind Luna let out appreciative whistles and catcalls, their eyes raking over my body with undisguised hunger. I feel my face burning with humiliation.

A violent tremor wracks through my body, my muscles seizing painfully as another wave of withdrawal hits me. Cold sweat breaks out across my forehead as nausea twists my stomach into knots.

Mia wraps her hand around my cock, her grip firm but not painful. The unexpected contact draws an involuntary moan from me.

"Boss," Mia says, her dark eyes flickering toward Luna, "I think he'll be more... cooperative if we give him some dope now. Take the edge off his withdrawal."

Luna considers this for a moment, tapping her finger against her chin thoughtfully. "You might be right," she concedes, nodding slowly. "We need him conscious enough to react but not so far gone he can't perform."

She snaps her fingers at one of the women in the back. "Prep a dose. Not too much, just enough to keep him from seizing."

The woman nods and disappears into the shadows beyond my field of vision. I hang there, trembling and exposed, as Mia continues to stroke me with methodical precision.

"Please," I whisper, my voice cracking. "Cat will pay whatever you want. Just let me go."

Luna steps closer, her green eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "Oh, Adam," she sighs, reaching up to pat my cheek with mock tenderness. "This isn't about money. This is about making Caterina De Luca suffer in ways she never thought possible."

The woman returns with a syringe filled with amber liquid. Luna takes it from her, examining it against the dim light before nodding in satisfaction.

"Hold him steady," she instructs Mia, who immediately grips my arm with one hand while continuing to stroke me with the other.

Luna approaches with the needle, her eyes locked on mine. "This will make you feel better," she purrs, the false concern in her voice making my skin crawl. "And more... cooperative."

The needle slides into my arm with practiced precision. The effect is almost instantaneous, warmth flooding through my veins and chasing away the worst of the withdrawal symptoms. My head lolls back as relief washes over me, my muscles relaxing as the heroin takes hold.

"There we go," Luna murmurs, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Much better."

Through my drug-hazed vision, I see Mia lean closer, her face now level with my exposed cock. Her hand continues its rhythmic stroking, but her attention seems focused elsewhere. To my shock, she leans in and takes a deep inhale, her nose nearly touching the base of my shaft.

Luna's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "What are you doing, Mia?"

Mia slows her ministrations, looking up at Luna with an expression I can't quite read. Her nostrils flare as she takes another subtle sniff.

"Boss, I think I really like this one," she says, her voice carrying a note of unexpected sincerity.

Luna furrows her brow, studying her enforcer with growing curiosity. "What do you mean you 'like' him?"

Mia straightens slightly, though her hand remains wrapped around me. "He smells... right," she explains, her voice dropping to something almost reverential. "And he's so responsive."

Luna's expression shifts from confusion to calculating interest. She crosses her arms, head tilted as she considers Mia's words.

"Do you want to be the one to take care of him while he stays here?" she asks, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

Mia's face lights up with unexpected eagerness. "Can I just keep him when we're done?" The question bursts from her like she couldn't contain it, surprising even herself.

Luna shrugs, seemingly unbothered by the request. "I promised him to his stupid ex-wife or whatever, but I don't care." She waves her hand dismissively. "If you want him after we're finished with Caterina, he's yours."

My stomach drops despite the heroin's warm embrace. They're discussing my future like I'm a piece of furniture to be passed around. The casual way Luna mentions Claire makes me wonder what arrangement they've made, what role my maybe-wife plays in all this.

The heroin dulls my terror but doesn't eliminate it completely. Through the chemical haze, I watch Mia signal to the others with a sharp jerk of her chin.

"Get him down," she orders, her voice carrying the unmistakable edge of authority. "Carefully."

Two women step forward, muscles rippling beneath their tight shirts as they reach for the chains holding me suspended. The metal clanks and groans as they work the mechanism, lowering me until my feet finally touch solid ground. My legs buckle immediately, unable to support my weight after hanging for so long.

Mia catches me before I can collapse, her strong arms wrapping around my waist.

"I've got you," she murmurs, her breath hot against my ear.

She half-carries, half-drags me across the concrete floor toward what looks like a makeshift bedroom area in the corner of the warehouse. A king-sized mattress sits on a metal frame, incongruously domestic in this industrial setting. The sheets look clean, at least, which seems like a bizarre detail to notice, given the circumstances.

The room spins lazily around me as Mia lowers me onto the mattress. My pants are still around my ankles, my shirt clinging to my sweat-soaked body. I try to focus on something, anything, to anchor myself, but the heroin makes everything soft and distant.

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Luna appears at the foot of the bed, a professional-looking camera in her hands. She fiddles with the settings, her tongue poking out between her teeth in concentration.

"This is gonna be my masterpiece," she says, a disturbing glee in her voice. "Caterina's little pet getting fucked by my crew. I bet she'll lose her mind when she sees it."

My stomach lurches at her words, but my body feels disconnected from my brain. I should be fighting, screaming, doing something, but all I can manage is a weak tug at my bound wrists.

Mia turns toward the group of women hovering nearby, all watching with varying degrees of interest and hunger. She points at them, her posture suddenly dominant and possessive.

"I'm going first," she announces, her voice carrying a dangerous edge. "Then we can all fuck him together."

The women exchange glances, some raising eyebrows, others shifting uncomfortably. One of them, a brunette with a scar running down her cheek, clears her throat.

"Yeah, sure. That's fine," she mumbles, not meeting Mia's intense gaze. The others nod halfheartedly, murmuring similar sentiments.