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Waiting For Damien's Arrival

Author: Liy Lah
last update Last Updated: 2025-01-17 23:40:44

Don Pablo’s POV

The moment I walked into the room, I saw her—Tracey, Damien's little pawn.

She was nothing like I had imagined. I expected a fierce, bold woman, someone with fire in her eyes. Instead, she was there, looking like a fragile, scared teenager curled up in the corner, trembling. Her hazel eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her small frame shook as she tried to shrink even further away from me.

As I stepped closer, her soft sobs grew louder. They were the kind of cries that could touch even the hardest heart.

"Please... help me," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

But I wasn’t here to help her. This wasn’t about saving anyone. It was business. Pure business between me and Damien Black.

Most people must be wondering why a legend in the Mafia world like me would be obsessed with Damien Black.

But, how do I tell them?

My obsession with Damien Black started years back, when one of my Hamburg shipments disappeared. Twenty crates of weaponry, gone without a trace.

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    TRACEY'S P.O.VI didn’t even remember how I got back to my room.My feet moved on their own. My head was buzzing too loud to hear anything else. I barely noticed the people I passed in the hallway—guards, maids, maybe even Skylo—but it all blurred.The second I shut the door behind me, I leaned against it and let out a shaky breath.My legs felt weak.I slid down slowly until I was sitting on the floor, knees to my chest, like a kid hiding in the corner of a classroom.What just happened?What the hell just happened?Robert had just looked me dead in the eye and told me that my father and sister were alive. That I could see them again. That I had a choice.But it wasn’t really a choice, was it?It was blackmail.If I wanted to see them, I had to walk away. Leave everything behind. Let go of Damien. Of Skylo. Of Katya. Of this house, this chaos, this twisted new life I was beginning to… understand?Or maybe I was just getting used to pain.I pressed my forehead to my knees, closing my

  • A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING    My Choice To Make

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  • A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING    Marriage??

    DAMIEN’S P.O.V.A loud knock erupted on my door twice and then the door was pushed open.I didn’t turn to look at whoever was there…I already knew it was going to be her.Tracey.Her presence was loud, even in silence. I could feel her hesitation as she she stood near the doorway for a second too long, like she was debating whether to stay or run.Typical Tracey.She was stubborn, emotional and impulsive as hell.Yet... here she was.“I, um...” she started, her voice softer than usual. “I wanted to say... thanks.”That caught me off guard. I didn't take my eyes on the window, even though her words had made something within me flinched.I wasn't about to show my stunned expression She said thank you?Tracey?I wasn’t expecting gratitude. Not from her. Not after the tantrum she threw last night. I had honestly expected her to barge in screaming, ready to claw my face off.But this?This girl had different versions of her I get to meet everyday.“I heard you sent your men after Skylo,”

  • A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING    A Peaceful Breakfast

    TRACEY’S P.O.V The soft ray of morning light pierced through the half-drawn curtains, sliding across my face and pulling me out of restless sleep. I groaned, tossing to the other side of the bed, trying to resist it. But the light kept creeping in, too stubborn to be ignored. Then I heard movement. A soft shuffle. The feeling of a shadow looking just ahead of me. Scared, my eyes flew open. “SKYLOOOO—!” I screamed instinctively, hurling myself toward the figure in front of me like a deranged spider monkey. We both stumbled back as I clung onto him, heart racing, arms wrapped tight around his body. His familiar cologne —but he was here. He was alive. “Tracey,” his voice came out dry, slightly surprised. “Are you trying to kill me again with this energy?” Only then did I pull away, my breath catching when I finally looked at him properly. He looked... okay. No bruises. No blood. No bullet holes. He looked normal. Calm. Like he hadn’t just gone through mafia hell because of Da

  • A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING    Skylo Is Back

    TRACEY’S P.O.VThe soft ray of morning light pierced through the half-drawn curtains, sliding across my face and pulling me out of restless sleep.I groaned, tossing to the other side of the bed, trying to resist it. But the light kept creeping in, too stubborn to be ignored.Then I heard movement. A soft shuffle. The feeling of a shadow looking just ahead of me.Scared, my eyes flew open.“SKYLOOOO—!” I screamed instinctively, hurling myself toward the figure in front of me like a deranged spider monkey.We both stumbled back as I clung onto him, heart racing, arms wrapped tight around his body. His familiar cologne —but he was here. He was alive.“Tracey,” his voice came out dry, slightly surprised. “Are you trying to kill me again with this energy?”Only then did I pull away, my breath catching when I finally looked at him properly.He looked... okay. No bruises. No blood. No bullet holes.He looked normal. Calm. Like he hadn’t just gone through mafia hell because of Damien’s ragi

  • A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING    Damien, Please Help!

    TRACEY’S P.O.V.We barely got home when I jumped out of the damn car. “Tracey!” One of the guards tried to stop me. “Boss said—”“I don’t care!” I snapped without slowing my pace, sprinting down the long hallway that led to Damien’s office.I didn't care what order Damien had given at this point, all I wanted was to have a word with him first.I found my way down the hallway, ignoring their yells from behind as I barged into his office.Empty. Argghh. He must be in his room then. I gritted my teeth, sprinting as fast I could before his men could catch up with me.They could keeping yelling behind me for all I care, I didn’t give a shit. Not when Skylo was stranded out there, alone, and this whole damn mess was spiraling out of control.He didn’t deserve it. Not one bit.He was just trying to help Katya. Yeah, his ways was harsh and ruthless, but deep down, I knew Skylo had a good heart.And now, all because of some flimsy order of Damien, he was left out there in that godforsaken pa

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