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A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING A Visit To Milan
DAMIEN'S P.O.VThe tension in the air as I arrived at Deigo’s estate was suffocating. His men were already waiting at the iron gate, their gun drawn and pointed in my direction. I scoffed at the silly act of Deigo. That old childish bastard. I was sure he had been alerted of my arrival into Milan. Glancing at the men through the tinted window, my fingers brushed against the gun in my lap. They were dressed like soldiers, but I knew better. Deigo hired street dogs, men who lived for chaos and weren’t afraid to get their hands bloody.“Deigo’s idea of a welcome party,” I muttered to myself.I cocked my gun in place as our car halted by the Iron gate of Deigo's Vicinity.I didn’t trust a single one of them. Hell, I barely trusted my own men right now.Marcus leaned toward me, his hand resting near his own gun too. “You sure about this, Boss? Deigo isn’t the type to roll out a red carpet, and it might end up being bloody” He cautioned. I glanced at him, my voice cutting sharp. “I didn’
Last Updated : 2025-01-25A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING Spending a night at Deigo's
Damien P.O.VThe moment he referred to me as “In-law”, my body tensed from anger,“Enough games, Deigo.” I warned, my tone was colder than the air outside. “Where the fuck is she?” I asked again, this time with no intent to act cool.Diego smirked, leaning back in his chair. “And here I thought this was a social visit.““A social visit? Yet, your men was waiting for me with their gun cocked, ready to attack” I scoffed.“They were just doing their job. I'm sure you understand.“ he chuckled.“Let's be frank, Deigo, you know I’m not here for pleasantries,” I grunted leaning forward slightlyDeigo had a way of getting on my nerves.He raised his hands up in mockery “ Do you mean my daughter, Camillé?” He feigned ignorance.“Don’t waste my time, Deigo” I warned, controlling my anger at the old man seated in front of me. “You know exactly who I’m talking about.”Deigo leaned back, his cigar balanced between two fingers. “You come into my house, uninvited, and start barking orders like a rab
Last Updated : 2025-01-26A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING Getting Tracey Back
Damien’s P.O.VWaking up at 5 a.m. with my body stiff from the restless night. I Sat up in bed, my eyes scanning every corner of the room for anything suspicious. Cameras. Bugs. Anything Diego might use to spy on me.Deigo could not be trusted. Not after everything that has happened between us.Certain there was none, I stood up the bed and moved into the bathroom.The shower was lukewarm, barely doing anything to shake off the exhaustion I was feeling from everything. Last night was an awful one. Trying to stay alert, conscious of Deigo's not acting funny, had led to a restless night for me.By the time I returned to the room, Marcus was already waiting for me. He stood stiffly by the door, his face blank, but I could see the tension in the way his hands rested at his sides.“Boss,” he greeted, his voice steady as he gave me a small bow.“Any information about the file?“ I asked, not wanting to ask the exact question bugging my mind.If Tracey had been found. “Nothing Boss, not even
Last Updated : 2025-01-27A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING Don Pablo Is A Psychopath
TRACEY'S P.O.VDon Pablo was an evil reincarnated as human. I couldn't believe such a psychopath existed. Beneath his perfect smile was a demon ready to unleash.When he moved closer to me, ordering me to beg, I had to bring out the last ounce of fight I had in me.That was the worst mistake I made.He urged his guard and they came barging in two, with one holding my both hands into the air.“What do you think you're doing.“ I gasped, uncertain how to react to their sudden grip.Don Pablo stared at the video in his hands and then back at me “This video doesn't look believable sweetheart. Your crocodile tears alone won't bring a man like Damien running over.““We need to make it look…believable…” Don Pablo grunted and I stared in confusion.“W-what”“Spiner, get to work.“ He ordered moving back to the seat in front of me, and the huge man standing in front of me etched closer with a smile.“Please…don't.“ I begged, not knowing what he wanted to do but, all I knew was he had no good in
Last Updated : 2025-01-28A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING Welcome Home, Tracey.
TRACEY'S P.O.VAfter Don Pablo finished his phone call with Diego, everything about his attitude softened. He told his men to take me to a guest room—an actual guest room, not another freezing dungeon or dark corner of his mansion!I couldn’t make sense of the sudden change. Why the special treatment? What was this all about? Especially after hearing Diego’s name?When the door opened to the guest room, my jaw nearly dropped. The room was big, with a large bed placed in the center of it.I stood frozen, unsure whether I should touch anything. It didn’t feel real. Just hours ago, I’d been locked in a dungeon, treated like trash. And now? Now I was standing in a room fit for royalty.Slowly, I made my way to the bed, sitting consciously on the edge. My hand made its way to feel the warmth of the silk sheets.The temptation to lie down was too strong to resist, I didn't know when I sunk deep into the mattress. But even with the comfort of this bed, my mind refused to rest. Don Pablo’s w
Last Updated : 2025-01-29A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING In My Head
DAMIEN’S P.O.V“RYAN! Get the fuck up here!” My cold voice snapped down the balcony, watching as Tracey clung onto Ryan like he was her fucking savior. Like I wasn’t seated right there.Ryan immediately pulled away from her, as if suddenly remembering who the fuck he was standing in front of.Smart move. I had warned him enough times about staying away from her.I should have been the one she ran to. The one she hugged. I was the one who burned the fucking world to get her back, not Ryan, and certainly not fucking Diego.My jaw clenched as I gripped the railing, my knuckles turning white. It wasn’t just anger boiling in my chest—it was something worse- revenge.I didn't want to admit it, but, I hated to see her happy around any other man.I stared at her, giving one last look, and as she looked up with a frown appearing on her face.Why was she frowning at me?Isn't she meant to be happy being back? Far away from the torture of Don Pablo?I tore my gaze away from them, riding back int
Last Updated : 2025-01-29A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING Being A Good Girl
Tracey's P.O.VRyan had promised to come find me after meeting with Damien, and I had been waiting back in my room since then with my thoughts running wild.Damien couldn’t even give me a moment of warmth with my only friend. Was that how much he hated seeing me happy?I sighed, looking around the room I once stayed in.Everything was exactly as I had left it— the vase still standing on the small wooden table near the window, the bed neatly arranged and even the pillows untouched. It felt as if time had stood still in here. With a groan, I let my body sink into the mattress, staring at the ceiling.The reality was finally dawning on me that I was back here. In this hellhole—Damien's house.The door opened, and I sat up, my heart pounding for reasons I couldn’t explain. I watched as Ryan stepped in, a smile widely spread on his face. “Hey, Ryan,” I said, forcing a small smile. “Came to check on me so quickly?”Ryan gave me that warm, familiar smiled—the only comforting thing in th
Last Updated : 2025-01-30A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING Bored With Nothing To Do.
Tracey's P.O.VI walked into the kitchen, groggily rubbing off the sleep from my eyes. I grabbed a bowl, poured in some flakes, added a few strawberries, and drowned everything in milk. The house was unusually quiet, and as I glanced toward the dining area out of sheer habit, expecting to see Damien in his usual spot, sipping tea like he had all the time in the world, I was almost startled to find the seat empty. Weird.But I wasn’t about to complain. At least my morning wouldn’t be ruined by his sharp eyes scanning me like I was an intruder in his precious space or that frustratingly handsome face that annoyed me more than it should.I sighed, picked up my bowl, and started walking back to my room, my mind already drifting to what I would do for the rest of the day when I turned the corner and bumped straight into a solid chest. The cereal almost spilled from my hands, but before I could react, a rough finger flicked my nose, and I barely stopped myself from scowling.“Watch it, ki
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A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING Tensed.
TRACEY'S POVI couldn't believe Damien stand there like a fool, but my body refused to move."You heard me," Damien said, his voice calm, controlled.That was the scariest part. He wasn’t yelling or showing he was angry. He was just seated calmly like a predator amused by his prey's hesitation."I—I can't," I finally managed to whisper, my legs tightly clutched like this was the first time he was seeing me naked."You can. And you will." His voice coldluy commanded and I shook my head, my breath shaky. "Damien, please, don't do this."His fingers twitched against the armrest of his wheelchair. “What did you just call me??“I bite my lips hard enough till I could feel the tingling sensation of blood in it."What did I say about calling me by my name?" He asked again I find myself muttering low apology."Say it," he demanded.I swallowed hard. "I'm sorry master…" The word burned on my tongue."Good girl," he murmured, leaning back slightly. "Now, I believe I gave you an order."He remin
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TRACEY’S POV I was so fucked and still standing there, lost and unable to take my gaze off him… “What the hell were you doing snooping around my door?” His sharp voice devoid of any warmth rang out as he slammed his hand against the wooden desk, making me jerk. “I—I wasn’t—” I stammered, my throat suddenly dry and unable to form the right words. “Speak the fuck up before I put a bullet in your fucking skull,” he threatened.I swallowed, my mind racing. Lying was pointless. He already knew.“I-I only heard something about some document… Rafael… and...and…” I hesitated, knowing this was the part that would really piss him off.“and?" “…My father.” I admitted.The second I mentioned my father, I noticed Damien's entire body went stiff. His fingers twitched, gripping the edge of the desk in anger as he tried to control his breath.He was hella mad. My mention of my dad made him mad and I didn’t know why.what the hell has dad done this time to make Damien this pissed?I sighed, brax
A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING In Trouble.
Tracey’s P.O.VThe night air was cold against my skin as I leaned against the open window of my room, staring out at the world beyond these walls. A world that felt so close, yet completely out of reach.I let out a slow breath, my fingers tightening around the cold metal as I tried to find some form of peace in the quiet. But peace was a luxury I didn’t have. Not here. Not in this life.Skylo’s words still lingered in my mind.He talked about going back to college earlier—an idea that felt like a fantasy, something too good to be real. But God, I wanted it. I wanted to be normal again. I wanted to walk into a classroom, sit in a lecture hall, worry about exams and assignments instead of being a captive in this damn place.I badly wanted my freedom backBut Damien would never let that happen. His face earlier when he stopped me on track was enough to let me know I’d stay trapped in this world forever.But then, a bit of me wanted to badly believe Skylo.I knew how much I hated him a
A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING Crazy Russian Beauty.
Skylo’s P.O.V This whole damn search for Damien had been insane, and I was fucking close to losing my goddamn mind at this point. I and the rest of men had scoured every inch of the city, from the shadiest hideouts to the underground stations. We’d checked every possible location the boss could be—Raphael’s house, the warehouse, the safehouses, even his personal penthouse, but there was still no clue not trace of him. Nothing. And the worst part? His phone was still ringing, which should’ve been a relief, if he wasn't ignoring my damn calls. Boss would never ignore my call. Not unless he was dead or pulling some reckless, stupid shit. And knowing him, it was always the latter. I ground my teeth, my fingers twitching at my sides as I stood in the middle of the bustling streets, totally confused. Something wasn't right, something was really fucking wrong. I ran a hand through my hair, inhaling sharply, about to bark out orders to the men still stationed across the city when—
A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING Returning Home
TRACEY'S P.O.VThe whole house felt so suffocating and my thoughts clouded I needed to have a break from thinking too hard so, I stepped out to get a breathe of air.But, I was caught in place, unable to tear my eyes away from the man standing in the doorway.Damien.Looking exactly the same as he did before he left.Same dark clothes, same sharp, unreadable expression. He had the same aura of dominance. He hadn’t changed at all, and yet, something about him felt… different. Like a storm brewing just beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed.I didn’t know how long we stood there, staring at each other. It could have been seconds, maybe even minutes, but time didn’t feel real in that moment. It was just me and him, locked in a silent battle, neither of us willing to look away first. My chest tightened, my mind screaming at me to move, to speak, to do anything other than just stand there like an idiot, drowning in the weight of his gaze.Then, finally, he looked away.And just l
A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING Making My Life Hell.
TRACEY'S P.O.V"Ann, you're back." I watched as Camillé voice rang out, her tone filled with delight as she walked towards Ann with a smile I couldn't help but stand, stunned by the sight of warm pleasantary between both of them.It didn’t make sense seeing Ann and Camillé act like they were friends yet, here they were, embracing like long-lost sisters.Something about it felt… off.Ann laughed softly as Camillé reached her, her voice as smooth as ever. “Missed me, Madame?” She greeted.Ann could actually accord respect too???“You have no idea,” she said, eyes flicking toward me with coldness for a second before returning back to Ann. “Things just aren’t the same without you. There's alot of bad luck around” Camillé grinned, enveloping her into a warm hug, her arm around her shoulder.I didn’t like the way she said it. I knew damn well she was referring to me.Ann locked eyes with me. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. “Oh, I can imagine the hell you must have been through,
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TRACEY’S P.O.V“Boss… Boss?” The frantic voice coming from the hallway, pulled me out of my thoughts. My brows furrowed as I stepped out of my room at the same time Camille did.The commotion downstairs was impossible to ignore.“What the hell is going on?” Camille muttered, tightening the robe around her slim frame.Before I could answer, a loud bang rang through the house. The sharp sound of a door slamming shut—then open again. And again.We both turned towards the staircase, watching as Skylo stormed through the hallway like a madman, slamming doors open and shut, his face twisted with frustration.“What’s his problem now?” Camillé huffed as she hurried down the stairs, and I followed at a slower pace, keeping my distance.There was something different about his movements—something wild, desperate.“Skylo,” Camille called, placing a hand on his arm. “What’s wrong?”“Nothing,” he bit out, shrugging her off.Camille rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. You can't say nothing when you're ac
A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING Greater Threat
DAMIEN'S P.O.VI clenched my fists. “What the fuck is this?” My voice was cold, flat.Rafael shrugged. “A gift. Thought you’d appreciate it.”A gift? i scoffed. My fucking trigger finger twitched. This wasn’t a goddamn gift—it was a fucking statement. A way into getting me play his fucking game .“Where’s my documents, you bastard?” I demanded, my patience short as I turned to the Williams who had his head down.Williams head snapped up, eyes wide with terror. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!” I could hear his voice cracking from fear.Just as he should. He should be damn afraid because one thing was certain— he was going to meet his fucking creator tonight.But, not until I got him talking.I exhaled slowly, standing up from my wheel in anger.“Finally decided to get on your feet.“ I hear Rafael scoff, but I simply ignore. I had no time for his silly antics.I took a step closer, towering over Williams who was held in place by one of Rafael's men. “Where’s my damn f
A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING Negotiation or Not?
DAMIEN’S P.O.VThe fucking car was speeding through the city, but I was in no mood to appreciate his great driving skills.My patience was wearing thin, and my suspicion was growing worse.With every damn second that passed, I find myself turning to look at the man calmly beside me, with a hand on his damn wheels.I couldn't tell if it was the way he was relaxed or the way he acted oblivious to my presence that got on my nerves.But, one thing I knew was men like him? The relaxed ones? The ones who smirked like they were in control of everything and could predict every damn move before you even thought of making it? Yeah. Those were the ones to fucking watch out for. They were dangerous in a way that most people didn’t realize until it was too damn late.I wasn’t about to let that happen.I kept my breathing even, my body still, but my mind was running through every potential fucking setup that could be waiting for me at the end of this damn ride.My fingers twitched against my thi
