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MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break
Penulis: Sweeches

1. Tied to his bed

Penulis: Sweeches
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-02-21 05:50:01

Aelia’s POV

Silk restraints bit into my wrists, keeping them bound above my head. Each tug only made them tighten.

The air was heavy with the lingering scent of cologne, whiskey, and something faintly metallic. Every breath felt suffocating.

The last thing I remembered was leaving the courthouse, the weight of another failed case pressing on my shoulders. A sharp sting at my neck then darkness.

Now, I was here.

The door creaked open.

A chill ran through me as footsteps echoed against the floor. Slow and purposeful.

The air shifted. It wasn’t just someone entering the room. It was something far more suffocating. A force. A presence that made the space around me feel smaller, like the walls were inching closer.

Even before I looked up, I knew who it was.

Pedro Montonio.

A raw, instinctive terror gripped my chest.

He stepped into view, his sharp blue eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my pulse stutter. He didn’t need to speak for the threat to be clear —he was power.

The kind that didn’t need weapons to destroy someone.

I forced myself to breathe. “Please… let me go,” I whispered, the plea barely leaving my lips. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”

Silence.

Then, a low chuckle. It wasn’t amused, it was entertained!

“Oh, I’m sure you’re the one,” he murmured.

The certainty in his voice sent a cold shiver down my spine.

Swallowing hard, I forced my gaze up, locking eyes with him.

I regretted it instantly.

Pedro was beautiful in the cruelest way possible. Everything about him. His chiseled features, the perfectly tailored suit, the way he carried himself, radiated control. But it was the way he looked at me that made my blood run cold.

Like he had already decided something. Like I had no say in it!

“Mister—Mister Pedro Montonio,” I stammered, throat tightening. “What do you want from me?”

He tilted his head slightly, watching me as though my reaction fascinated him. “You don’t remember?”

A sinking feeling twisted in my gut.

The lawsuit.

I had sued one of his companies. A construction firm responsible for demolishing a building while people were still inside. A mother had begged me to fight for her son. And I had.

Now, I was here.

I clenched my fists, fighting against the trembling in my fingers. “If this is about the case, I won’t back down. Your men destroyed lives. I won’t—”

“This has nothing to do with your little lawsuit,” he interrupted smoothly.

My breath hitched.

Then why am I here?

Pedro reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. He tilted the screen, flashing me a photo.

Of me.

Unconscious.

My stomach coiled with panic as realization hit like ice down my spine. He had taken a picture of me while I was unconscious.

I forced back the nausea rising in my throat. “I want to leave,” I managed, voice shaking. “Now.”

Pedro ignored me. He stepped forward, and before I could shrink away, his fingers reached for the clip in my hair.

The moment it came undone, auburn waves spilled over my shoulders.

“Perfect,” he murmured, as if confirming something.

A violent shudder ran through me.

I jerked my head back. “Don’t touch me.”

His fingers stilled midair.

For a brief moment, something flickered in his expression, surprise? Amusement?

Then, he moved.

The bed dipped as he placed one knee on the mattress, closing the distance between us in a single breath. Before I could react, his hand shot out, gripping the bedpost near my head. The wood creaked under his strength.

I froze. Trapped.

His other hand tilted my chin up, forcing my gaze to his.

I wanted to pull away. Wanted to scream at him.

But I couldn’t move.

His thumb brushed against my lower lip, slow, deliberate.

Panic clawed at my throat.

“Do you want to add kidnapping to your list of crimes, Mr. Montonio?” I snapped, trying to ignore the way my pulse hammered against my skin. “Let me go, or I swear—”

Pedro chuckled. A dark, quiet sound that sent a sharp, instinctive warning through my body. I gulped my remaining words.

He leaned in.

“When I see you,” he murmured, his breath warm against my cheek, “all I want to do is tie you to my bed forever.”

Ice flooded my veins.

Pedro smirked at my reaction, his fingers tracing my jaw before settling back on my chin. “Am I asking for too much by wanting you to work for me?”

His words barely registered over the roaring in my ears.

“Work for you?” I whispered.

“I think it’s a fair trade,” he mused. “Or… would you rather I stick to my fantasy?”

Horror crawled up my skin.

In the orphanage, the maiden always warned about avoiding trouble, but in my line of work, trouble was simply inevitable. I summoned courage to speak.

“I—” but I was immediately silenced with a hand in the air.

His cell rang, so I was to be muted!

Before answering, he shot me one last glance as though he was admiring a new acquired artifact. I didn’t even dare breathe in those microseconds. And finally the sound of the door shutting filled my ears. Relief flooded me like a tsunami.

Thirty minutes later, the sharp buzz of an office phone yanked me back to reality.

Somehow, I had made it back to work. I had no memory of the journey, only the suited men shadowing me as I hurried through the lobby, my heart still racing from him.

Pedro Montonio.

A chill grew goosebumps on my body.

I shook my head, trying to ground myself. The office hummed with activity, calls ringing, papers shuffling, co-workers exchanging files. No one paid me any attention. Good.

“Coffee?” An intern raised a cup toward me.

“No, thanks,” I breathed, dropping into my seat. My fingers reached for my glasses, but my mind was far from work.

I caught my reflection in the monitor. Shit. My hair.

Digging through my bag for a clip, I sent a few items tumbling onto my desk. One, unfortunately, was a tampon.

I snatched it up, cheeks heating uncontrollably. Thanks a lot, Darla. That woman shoved random supplies into my hands like she was running a convenience store!

In my frantic attempt to shove everything back, my glasses slipped from my fingers. A sharp crack followed along.

“No, no, no—” I lifted them up, dread sinking in. A long diagonal crack sliced through the left lens.

This day could not get worse.

Then I heard it.

“Mr. Pedro is so my type.”

My ears perked up at the hushed gossip behind me. For some reason, my heart was pounding like I’d just been caught redhanded.

“If it weren’t for those dangerous rumors, I’d dream about him,” one of my co-workers sighed.

“Forget the rumors,” the other replied. “His wife is the real nightmare. They say she’s the shadow you see during sleep paralysis. If she even thinks you’re interested in her husband, you’re done for.”

The words hit me like a truck.

His wife?

My fingers flew to the keyboard. Within seconds, Pedro Montonio’s profile filled my screen. And there it was. A red carpet photo of him with a stunning woman nestled in his arms.

A supermodel. An aristocrat. His wife!

I exhaled sharply. Unbelievable.

My phone rang, snapping me out of my spiraling thoughts.

“Hello, Mrs. Patricia.”

“Aelia! Thank goodness. I’ve been calling all morning.” The voice of my most recent client, a desperate mother, echoed through the receiver.

“I’m sorry, I got caught up,” I said quickly.

“Are you okay?” she asked, concern lacing her tone.

I hesitated. “I’m fine.” A lie. But she had enough to worry about.

A deep sigh came from her end. “The construction company offered money.” Her voice cracked. “As if money will make my son walk again.”

A lump formed in my throat. I had spent a month fighting for this case, and now they wanted to silence it.

“I won’t let them dismiss this,” I promised. “I’ll fight with you until the end.”

Patricia sniffed. “Thank you, Aelia. You’re a good girl. Your parents must be so proud.”

A hollow feeling settled in my chest.

I didn’t have parents. I would never acknowledge the Spencers as my family. They never should’ve adopted me.

Forcing a small smile, I changed the subject. “I’ll see you tomorrow for chapel.”

After ending the call, I leaned back in my chair, exhaling deeply. My gaze flickered to the orphanage donation flyer pinned to my desk.

I needed to visit home. My real home. The place that reminded me I still had a family, one that actually loved me. I miss Penelope… and Sam, and Luca… and…

I just have to survive whatever storm was coming first!

Paying the orphanage a visit is too risky, not with Pedro Montonio after my life. His last words refused to leave my head.

“If the mountain won’t come to me, then I simply have to make it.”

That sounded like a threat. A death threat, even. Right?!

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  • MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break   2. Unsettling Obsession

    A heavy silence blanketed the dimly lit office. The air smelled of expensive cigars and leather, thick with tension.Pedro Montonio leaned back in his chair, his sharp blue eyes locked onto the man standing before him. Across the polished oak desk, Derrick, his most trusted right-hand, stood rigid, hands clasped behind his back.“You have one minute,” Pedro said, voice smooth but laced with ice. “Tell me why the shipment never reached the port.”Derrick swallowed but didn’t flinch. He had been with Pedro long enough to know fear was useless. “There was a breach,” he said steadily. “Our men were already stationed, but someone leaked the coordinates.”Pedro’s fingers tapped against the desk. Once. Twice. A slow, deliberate rhythm.“And?”Derrick exhaled sharply. “Before we arrived, the authorities were already conducting a sweep. The shipment never made it. We lost everything.”The tapping stopped.The air grew heavier.Pedro said nothing, but the silence alone made the temperature in t

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  • MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break   3. Apologize with your blood

    Aelia’s POVWhat a way to start the week.I just got these glasses, and now they were broken. Frustrating, but not nearly as concerning as what I’d overheard earlier.If those women were right, then Pedro Montonio wasn’t just some powerful man. He was married. And his wife? A supermodel with a reputation so terrifying, people compared her to a demon in sleep paralysis.I clapped my cheeks, inhaling deeply. It’ll be fine. This is probably just a one-time thing.“BOO! Four eyes.”“Ahh!” I shrieked, too loudly. A few heads turned, and my scowl deepened at the culprit.Mike.“Can you be serious for once? We’re at work,” I hissed.He grinned, completely unbothered. “Wait, did you grow an extra eye? How many fingers? Quick, count!” He wiggled his long fingers in my face, his expression alight with mock delight.I swatted his hand away. “Are you enjoying yourself?”“Only if you are.” That smug smile of his could probably steal the breath of any woman in this office.Except mine.“I’m immune

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  • MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break   4. No right to refuse

    Aelia’s POVMy gaze snapped to Pedro Montonio’s grim expression, my heart hammering against my ribs.The two men in front of me weren’t just kneeling anymore. They were kowtowing—slamming their foreheads into the pavement with sickening force. Again. And again. And again.Blood splattered onto the ground, mixing with the dirt and filth of the alley. The sound of flesh meeting concrete echoed, a gruesome, rhythmic beat.I stumbled back in horror. “What are you doing?! Stop that—you’ll kill yourselves!”They didn’t stop. They didn’t hesitate.It was like they had to do it. Like stopping wasn’t even an option.I turned to Pedro, my voice shrill. “Make them stop! Stop it!”He barely glanced at me. “I can’t.”I blinked. “What?”His expression remained infuriatingly calm. “You have to accept their apology to free them.”“…What?” My voice came out breathless, disbelieving.I looked back at the men. Their movements had slowed, their strength fading, but they kept going despite the mess of blo

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  • MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break   5. You’re a replacement

    Aelia’s POV“Where are you taking me?”My voice broke the silence between us, though I wasn’t sure if there had ever been silence to begin with.Pedro had been stealing glances at me the entire ride, as if I might vanish if he looked away.“Actually, we can talk right here in the car,” I added quickly, my unease growing. “I know this is about the lawsuit, so just state your claims now. I’ll answer—”His fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from my face.I jolted in shock.“Please refrain from touching me, Mr. Pedro.” My voice came out sharper than intended. “I’m listening to whatever you have to say about the case.”He laughed.Again.I swear, if I heard that damn laugh one more time, I might lose my mind.“What makes you think you’re here because of the lawsuit?”His question sucked the breath from my lungs.“…What?” My voice barely escaped my lips.Pedro’s gaze remained steady. “I told you before. You’re a replacement for what I lost. I could care less about the case.” He leaned b

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  • MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break   6. This face isn’t yours!

    Aelia’s POVThe silence between us was razor-thin. I took slow, measured steps, keeping the jade hairpin pointed at my own face, a desperate gamble to keep him at bay. Pedro’s gaze followed my every move, sharp and unreadable, his muscles coiled as if he were waiting for the exact moment to strike.I just needed to get around him. Just a few more steps, and—My eyes flickered to the locked door for a fraction of a second.A mistake.He moved like the wind, so fast my brain couldn’t catch up before he was on me. The hairpin was ripped from my grasp, clattering uselessly to the floor. A breath later, my back hit the bed, and before I could react, he was on top of me, pinning me down with a force that made my lungs feel caged.His hands gripped my wrists, his eyes wild with rage.“This face isn’t yours!” he thundered, his voice thick with something I couldn’t name. “You have no right to harm it!”The sheer intensity in his voice paralyzed me.I wanted to fight, to push him off, to scream

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  • MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break   7. A promise

    Aelia’s POVPedro leaned against the corridor like nothing had happened, his shirt still wrinkled, his tie loose and dangling below his belt. He didn’t even bother fixing himself, as if my sudden intrusion hadn’t fazed him in the slightest. He glanced at me, his gaze slow, assessing, before his lips curved into a smirk.“Did you want to show me your dress?” His voice was casual, almost amused. “I personally selected it.”My breath caught in my throat. I had run here, demanding answers, expecting at least some explanation, maybe even the barest hint of remorse. But he looked at me like I was the one who had done something absurd. My emotions were all over the place, rage, shame, disgust but I forced myself to keep them buried, locked tight beneath the surface.Just one day. One single day of meeting this man, and I already felt like my life was crumbling.I swallowed down the chaos inside me and forced out the words that had been at the tip of my tongue since the moment I first stepped

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  • MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break   8. You, Aelia, are mine.

    Aelia’s POVA low whisper from Pedro’s right-hand man pulled him away from his conversation, his gaze sharpening. He turned to me and his fingers brushed my arm briefly before he said, “Stand by the balcony.”I hesitated, but he had already shifted his attention elsewhere. The order wasn’t up for discussion. Taking a deep breath, I moved toward the edge, gripping the cool railing as I stared down at the chaos of flashing lights and writhing bodies below.The upper floor wasn’t empty. A few other people lingered in small groups, exchanging hushed conversations over glasses of amber liquor. But soon, a different kind of crowd arrived.Women.Dressed in sleek, tight fabrics that clung to their curves, their heels clicking against the marble as they sauntered in like they owned the place. I didn’t have to guess their purpose. It was evident in the way their hands immediately found the nearest suited man, whispering into ears, running fingers over lapels, pressing bodies into them like pay

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  • MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break   9. See you soon, babe

    Aelia’s POVI clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms, but the sting was nothing compared to the disgust twisting in my gut. My voice came out hoarse, strained from the sheer effort of keeping my emotions in check.“Why?” I asked, staring at the blood still pooling on the floor from the man’s severed wrist. “Why bring me here? Why make me watch this?” My voice cracked. “Why are you doing this to me?”Pedro leaned back in his chair, legs spread apart like he owned the entire world—and maybe he did. He ran a hand down his jaw, amused by my question, as if my horror was a form of entertainment for him.“I used you,” he said smoothly, his gaze never wavering from mine. “Because I know of no other woman who can provoke a man so easily, make him lose all sense of suspicion, all control.” His lips curled into a smirk, as if pleased with his own cruelty. “Just pure, primal instinct.”He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he watched me.“And for feeling that way towar

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  • MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break   85. Meaningless pity

    The moment Sola stepped outside, she knew something was wrong.The air felt too heavy, too watchful. The street was too quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic. Then came the sharp sound of a car door slamming.Two men in suits approached. Not just any men, law enforcement.“Sola Spencer,” the taller one said, voice clipped. “We need you to come with us for questioning.”Sola’s brows furrowed. “What?”A flash of a badge and a formal tone. “You’re a suspect in an ongoing investigation. Please come with us.”The world shifted on its axis. She felt it in the pit of her stomach, the kind of freefall sensation that came with being caught off guard. She barely had time to react before firm hands took her by the arms, guiding her toward the unmarked car.Her mind raced. Investigation? What the hell were they talking about?Then she saw them, reporters. Cameras flashing, microphones extending.(“Sola Spencer, do you have any comments about the allegations?”“Are you responsible for Aelia

  • MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break   84. Everything over me

    The room was too quiet. The kind of quiet that made Darcy’s skin crawl.She sat beside the bed, hands clasped together as she stared at Aelia’s face. Peaceful. Unmoving. It didn’t suit her. Aelia was never still, never silent. She filled spaces with her presence, with her sharp wit, with the reckless gleam in her eye that always warned trouble was around the corner.Darcy swallowed the lump in her throat.She hated this. Hated how pale Aelia looked under the hospital lights. Hated the slow, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor, each sound reminding her that Aelia was still here but only barely.“You idiot,” she whispered, fingers tightening in her lap. “You absolute idiot.”She exhaled, pressing her palm against her forehead. “You promised, Aelia. You promised me. And now you’re just lying here—” She sucked in a shaky breath, her chest heaving. “I can’t, I don’t know how to do this without you.”The words scraped against her throat, raw and aching.“I should be angry,” she admitted,

  • MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break   83. Not good enough

    Something touched her, warm, damp, seeping into her skin like a silent plea. Aelia couldn’t see it, but she felt it. A drop of something, liquid, heavy, and full of sorrow breaking through the veil of unconsciousness that held her.And then, she could hear him.At first, it was just a murmur, distant and hollow, like an echo traveling through an endless void. But the more she focused, the clearer it became.Pedro.His voice cracked and raw, whispering words between ragged breaths. She couldn’t grasp all of them, but the pain in his tone tightened something in her chest. It felt tight, suffocating. He was crying. Crying because of me? The thought alone sent a ripple through the darkness. She wasn’t angry. She should be, she knew she should be. But all she felt was… grief. A terrible, gnawing grief.And then, Penelope.Aelia’s breath…if she had any in this state, hitched. The memory of her promise came crashing down. ‘I told her I would come back. I told her I’d visit every day.’ The

  • MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break   82. Did I cross the line?

    Pedro’s POVThe doctor stood stiffly behind his desk, fingers twitching against the clipboard he held. The room was too quiet, except for the ticking of the wall clock, slow, agonizing ticks that did nothing but fuel the storm building inside me.“She’s stable,” he said, voice careful, controlled, like he was stepping through a fucking minefield. “But… waking up is entirely up to her.”I stilled.“What?”The doctor swallowed. “We’ve done everything we can. The surgeries were successful. There’s no internal bleeding, and her vitals are steady, but—”“But?” My voice dropped, lethal.He hesitated. “But… at this point, we can only keep her stable and monitor her progress. We can’t force her to wake up.”A sharp, seething breath pushed through my teeth.The clipboard in his hands trembled slightly, his knuckles white. He wasn’t a fool. He knew who I was, knew what I was capable of. But that didn’t change the fact that I was hearing the same fucking words I had heard once before, words that

  • MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break   81. The world without her

    The hospital air was thick with antiseptic and despair.Pedro stood at the edge of the chaos, rigid and silent, his presence a storm contained within flesh. The emergency ward was alive with urgency, doctors barking orders, nurses rushing between rooms, the rhythmic blaring of heart monitors filling the space. People moved around him, but he remained still, watching through the glass as the team of surgeons fought to keep Aelia tethered to the world.His breath was slow, deliberate, but his mind was anything but calm.Aelia.Lifeless.The moment he had seen her car—no, what was left of it, something in him had cracked. The twisted metal, the shattered windshield, the streaks of blood smeared against the crumpled hood. It looked less like an accident and more like an execution.His phone had vibrated in his hand then, a message flashing across the screen like a blade drawn across his throat.“You should’ve said goodbye when you had the chance.”The sender was unknown. Of course, they

  • MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break   80. Broken promises

    “What if—what if…they don’t come back?” Penelope’s muffled voice invaded Aelia’s ears like a nightmare. She lifted Penelope’s face and carefully cleaned her tear-streaked face, flashing a smile she forced to reach her eyes. “Don’t say that, they’d definitely be back, Penny. Or have you forgotten how resilient Sam is or even how Annabel can’t stay a day without Mr. Bunny? that means she would wake up soon to cuddle him so you don’t have to worry. Kimberly will never let you have all the snacks so she would certainly be back for them.”Penelope giggled, “You’re right, Kimberly would definitely be back for my snacks.” Her eyes had a rare gleam as she added “I don’t mind giving them all to her, if only she returns… I wish I had given them to her without fighting.” her voice cracked and Aelia’s heart broke. Aelia held Penelope tighter, cradling her as though she could shield her from everything. It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. The orphanage, the only home they had, now a crime s

  • MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break   79. Reflection of her heart

    Pedro sat in the back of the car, fingers steepled beneath his chin as he listened to the report. His shadow man’s voice was level, but the words hit like a blow.Aelia had left the villa.And worse, he now knew why.“The children,” Derrick muttered from the passenger seat, brows furrowed as he read the incoming messages on his phone. “Food poisoning. All of them except one. The police are involved. It’s being called a targeted attack.”Pedro didn’t move, but something cold slithered through his veins. He knew how much those orphans meant to Aelia. If she had rushed to the hospital without thinking, she was vulnerable.More than that, this wasn’t just an accident.Someone was pulling the strings.Pedro exhaled sharply through his nose. “Get in touch with the hospital director. I want the best doctors on this case. No excuses.”Derrick nodded, already dialing.Pedro turned his gaze out the window, watching the streets blur past. His heart burned at the thought of those children, innoce

  • MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break   78. Because of her

    Aelia didn’t sleep well, but she refused to acknowledge why. She lay in a different room, the space around her feeling unfamiliar, suffocating, yet better than the alternative—waking up next to him again.She had just started to drift off when a knock at the door pulled her back to reality. Pedro’s voice followed, low and serious.“I have business to take care of. Don’t go outside. No matter what.”She blinked, staring at the ceiling. Business. The word carried a weight she didn’t want to unpack. She didn’t answer at first, but the silence stretched between them like a taut wire until she sighed and finally turned her head toward the door.“Alright,” she murmured, voice hoarse from exhaustion.He didn’t move. “Promise me.”Her gaze flickered toward the dark outline of his shadow under the doorframe. Even from here, she could tell he was waiting, testing her, maybe. Aelia swallowed, then glanced toward his arm, where she knew the injury still rested beneath his shirt, still healing.“…

  • MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break   77. Cyanide

    The scent of blood and iron thickened the air, stale and suffocating. The dim light barely reached the corners of the abandoned warehouse, where a man sat slumped against a metal chair, his face battered beyond recognition. His breaths were wet, labored, rattling like a dying engine struggling to start.Pedro stood before him, sleeves rolled up, a cigarette burning between his fingers. His shirt was still crisp despite the chaos that had taken place here before his arrival. The man was barely conscious, but his body told a different story—deep bruises, lacerations, and the telltale signs of bones that had been forcefully bent in the wrong directions.Derrick stood nearby, watching the pitiful excuse for an assassin with cold detachment. “He’s tougher than expected,” Derrick murmured. “But he’s slipping. Another hour, and he’ll break.”Pedro exhaled a slow drag of smoke, watching the assassin’s swollen eyelids flutter. “We don’t have another hour,” he said, flicking the cigarette to th

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