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.

“Ho, 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 with clinical detachnt. For the first ti, I notice the group of won standing behind her, five of them, all impossibly muscular, arms crossed over broad chests as they watch dangle like a piece of at.

“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 so 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 won runs her tongue across her lips, eyes never leaving mine. The gesture sends ice through my veins despite the fever burning 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 sll her minty breath. “I just need you to stay quiet and let these won have their fun with you while I film it, okay? Consider it paynt for the drugs.”

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

One of the won steps forward from the group, the tallest one with close-cropped black hair and scarred knuckles. Her muscular fra towers over Luna as she approaches , her dark eyes assessing like I’m rchandise.

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 more than Luna’s casual cruelty.

“I’m Mia,” she says, her voice surprisingly soft for soone so intimidating. “Luna’s told all about you.”

Before I can respond, her hand shoots out, grabbing my crotch with unexpected force. I gasp, my body betraying as blood rushes south despite my terror. Her fingers explore 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 through my pants. Her head whips around toward Luna.

“Boss,” she says, her voice tinged with unexpected excitent, “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 . “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 exposed and vulnerable as I hang there, my erection jutting out embarrassingly in front of everyone.

The won 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 . 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 .

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

Luna considers this for a mont, 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 won 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 with thodical precision.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice cracking. “Cat will pay whatever you want. Just let 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 imdiately grips my arm with one hand while continuing to stroke 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 , 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 an you ‘like’ him?”

Mia straightens slightly, though her hand remains wrapped around . “He slls... right,” she explains, her voice dropping to sothing 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 ntions Claire makes wonder what arrangent 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 won step forward, muscles rippling beneath their tight shirts as they reach for the chains holding suspended. The tal clanks and groans as they work the chanism, lowering until my feet finally touch solid ground. My legs buckle imdiately, unable to support my weight after hanging for so long.

Mia catches 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 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 tal fra, incongruously dostic 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 as Mia lowers onto the mattress. My pants are still around my ankles, my shirt clinging to my sweat-soaked body. I try to focus on sothing, anything, to anchor myself, but the heroin makes everything soft and distant.

Luna appears at the foot of the bed, a professional-looking cara 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 sothing, but all I can manage is a weak tug at my bound wrists.

Mia turns toward the group of won 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 won exchange glances, so 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 eting Mia’s intense gaze. The others nod halfheartedly, murmuring similar sentints.

Mia: