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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
Last Updated : 2025-03-30A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING Unknown Debt
I wiped my hands on my apron, my feet aching from the double shift at the small Italian restaurant where I worked. The dinner rush had been brutal, with tons of impatient customers and endless orders, and my boss, old Mr. Romano, had insisted I cover for someone who called in sick. I didn’t mind the hassle of the restaurant. Work was my escape from my complicated home. When I was finally done, I pulled the apron over my head, sighing in relief of a well-served day. Soon, it would be payday, and I could finally give Rosie that little notebook she’d been asking for. Rosie, my younger sister who was just nine, loved to draw. Her sketches had a way of bringing beauty to our messy life. I quickened my steps, eager to get home and see little Rosie and Mom. My relationship with Dad wasn’t great ever since I caught him cheating on Mom. His temper had been flaring more often lately, and I didn’t want him to lash out at me. Mom always thought I was at fault for hating my dad. She doesn't kn
Last Updated : 2024-12-17A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING Breakfast With The Devil Himself
Damien leaned back in his wheelchair, assessing me like a prize he'd just won. “I assume you understand why you’re here.” “My father owes you money, and I told your men I’d come with them if they left my sister alone,” I said, forcing myself to hold his intense gaze. I could see a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as soon as the words left my mouth. It was cute. Cuter than intended especially for a man so evil. “Foolish!" He snorted, audible enough for me to hear. I folded my hand into a fist “Look, I don’t care what you do to me. Just leave my family alone.” He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused at the audacity. “You’re willing to sacrifice yourself for them?” “I wouldn't be here if I wasn't,” I retorted. “Five days. That’s how long your father has to pay me back. If he fails…” His gaze darkened. “consider yourself dead. Do you understand?” “I understand.” I nodded, my heart pounding hard. “Good. For now, you’ll stay here. My men will show you to your roo
Last Updated : 2024-12-17A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING Failed Escape
I paced the room anxiously, biting my nails. The hours were ticking by too quickly, and I had no escape plan in mind.Damien’s words replayed in my head: “There’s a party tonight, and I want you to get ready, you're tagging along.” He had meant it as an order, but all I heard was an opportunity.Maybe my only chance to run.I had just twenty-four hours left, and waiting for my father to show up with the money was pointless. A million dollars? He’d never come through. I couldn’t stay here anymore.I sighed, tugging at the hem of my plain black pants and simple white top. They weren’t formal, but they were the most comfortable clothes I could find from the small wardrobe Damien had given me.I glanced at myself in the mirror, running my fingers through my damp curls to push them out of my face. A knock sounded on the door, I froze, my heart leaping into my throat. For a moment, I thought about not answering, but I knew better. Damien wasn’t the type to be kept waiting.“I'm coming,” Da
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Tracey's POV The ride back to the mansion was silent. Neither Damien or I had said a word to each other. I knew i had messed up, big time and he didn't look like he wanted to hear a word from me. Not like i had anything to say either. So, I sat there, frozen, with tears rolling down my face. My throat was hurting from trying to hold back the sobs, and my chest felt like it was being squeezed. I shut my eyes, hoping to block out everything, but all I could see was him. The Italian standowner, his terrified face as he lay in a pool of his own blood.... Damien's man had killed him right in front of me. Just like that, With no hesitation, no second thoughts. And now, I didn’t know what to feel. Should I be grateful that Damien saved me? Or sick from witnessing it all? The car jerked suddenly, pulling me from my thoughts. I shifted, trying to find some kind of comfort but, Damien noticed and his hand shot forward gripping my arm. “Don’t move,” he muttered coldly and I swallowed hard
Last Updated : 2024-12-27A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING Dropping the Act
Damien's POVI leaned back, trying to keep my temper in check. “If it were that simple, don’t you think I would’ve done it by now? And let’s not forget, Skylo, I asked you to get me her fucking father or my fucking money...not some fucking teen girl who can't control her damn emotions. What the fuck do you expect me to do with a fucking child, huh?” I groaned frustrated by it all.He chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. “She was fun and challenging, I thought she'd bring spice into your boring life, you know. And she's actually doing a great job stressing you nuts right now”“Shut up,” I snapped, running a hand through my hair. Skylo tilted his head, and he gave me a slightly serious expression “You can't keep her locked up forever, What's the plan here? Wait until Daddy dearest comes crawling back?”"I don't intend to.""Look, Damien. You’ve got options. Kill her and be done with it, or—”“Don’t test my patience,” I warned, getting infuriated by the thought of it. “Killing her is off
Last Updated : 2024-12-28A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING Poisoned
Tracey's POVTwo days! It has been two whole days since Damien had me locked up in here, and I was already getting suffocated without human contact. Well, except for Ann, the elderly maid who treated me like I was worse than trash whenever she was here.She’d come in to bark orders, shove food trays at me, and act like my very presence offended every bit of her. It was obvious she hated me. I could see it in her sharp glances, the way her lip curled into disdain when she looked at me was enough to tell me that I wasn’t welcome here—not by her, not by anyone else.And honestly? I didn’t blame them. I didn't want to be here either. I hated everything about it. Being confined under Damien's wrath was worse than death itself.I leaned against the wall, wrapping my arms around myself as tears welled up in my eyes. I hated crying. It made me feel weak, but I couldn’t stop. The pain I was feeling wouldn’t let me.The decision to escape had been the dumbest decision of my life. I didn't kno
Last Updated : 2024-12-28A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING Another Wrong Move
Tracey's POVMy head throbbed, and my mouth tasted like something had crawled up in and died. I groaned and tried to move, but realized I was stiff.What the—?I blinked, adjusting my eyes to the ray of light seeping through the window. The first thing I saw was, the demon, Damien sitting pretty in his chair beside the bed. His arms were crossed, watching me like I was some particularly irritating puzzle he’d just solved.“You’ve got some nerve, little girl,” he said, his voice low and sharp, cutting through my grogginess.My stomach dropped.“The audacity to try and kill yourself,” Kill myself?? Oh, snap! He knew already.It all came rushing back—the guards talking about the poison, me sneaking into the medicine cabinet, and swallowing two pills before dragging myself into Damien's office. I’d thought I was dying when he told me to kneel. Honestly, I didn't expect to wake up at all. Not that I wanted to.But here I was, back to reality.I stared at him, my brain didn't even to sear
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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
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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
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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
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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,
A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING Commotion At DAMIEN'S
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
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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
