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36. Sex appeal
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MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 37. Taste of her innocence
Pedro’s POVAelia scrambled off me like she had touched fire, pressing herself against the farthest corner of the seat. Her breath was unsteady, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow movements. Even in the dim glow of the car’s interior, her flushed cheeks and wide amber eyes made her look almost ethereal…untouchable.And yet, I had touched her.I clenched my fists, pressing them against my thighs, willing myself to stay in control. The ghost of last night’s kiss lingered on my lips, a reminder of how soft she had felt against me. I had convinced myself it was nothing, a moment stolen under the influence of whatever drug had been forced into her system.But I was lying to myself. Because even now, her vanilla scent mixed with something floral filled the space between us and the memory of her pliant lips burned into my mind, I was fighting the urge to grab her, to see if she would melt against me again.Her small frame was curled in on itself, as if she was trying to disappea
Last Updated : 2025-03-07MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 38. Seduction
Across the city in Pedro’s mansion, the room was dimly lit, bathed in the flickering glow of candlelight. A soft fragrance of jasmine and spice lingered in the air, carefully curated for seduction.Valeria sat at the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other, her silk robe slipping off one shoulder, revealing smooth golden skin. She swirled the wine in her glass lazily, eyes fixed on Derrick.He stood before her, tall and rigid, his hands clasped behind his back, the perfect soldier awaiting orders.It thrilled her.“You follow commands so well,” Valeria mused, bringing the glass to her lips. “I wonder if you’re this obedient in bed.”Derrick didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink.He was infuriating.She set the wine glass aside, rising from the bed in a slow, deliberate motion. “Undress.”He obeyed instantly, unbuttoning his crisp white shirt with practiced precision, peeling it away to reveal taut muscles and a body built for war. Not a single mark of weakness. Not a single sign of vuln
Last Updated : 2025-03-08MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 39. Mine.
Aelia’s POVThe room was suffocating even without Pedro. My heart was still pounding from earlier, the weight of Pedro’s body pressing me into the mattress still lingering in my mind. The heat, the overwhelming scent of him, the tension that had been thick enough to drown in, I could still feel all of it.But he was gone now.I had barely registered the sound of his phone ringing before he had pulled away from me. His expression had shifted instantly, hardening, darkening as if something urgent had pulled him out of the haze he had been drowning in. And without another word, he had stormed out, leaving me alone in this grand, unfamiliar room.That should have been my first clue that something was wrong.But my mind had been too scrambled to process it.Now, as I stood by the window, peering out into the estate’s massive courtyard, a strange unease settled in my stomach.The gates were open.Men in black suits moved across the grounds in organized lines, their postures stiff and alert.
Last Updated : 2025-03-08MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 40. I’m taking her
Third Person POVThe word hung in the air like a noose.“Mine.”Aelia felt the weight of it slam into her chest, knocking the breath from her lungs.She stood frozen between two forces. Pedro and the man who had just claimed her.The moment Cassius spoke, the air around them seemed to tighten. It wasn’t just the sheer audacity of his claim that rattled her, it was the way Pedro reacted to it.Pedro Montonio, a man who exuded dominance in every breath, a man who had toyed with her relentlessly, a man who had never flinched in the face of any threat, stood still.His expression was unreadable, but Aelia saw it.A flicker of something dark.Something close to fear.Her pulse roared in her ears as she glanced at the man standing across from Pedro. Cassius.His name was unfamiliar, yet the tension between the two men made it clear, this wasn’t their first battle.Cassius looked nothing like Pedro in features, save for the painfully similar blue eyes but in aura, they were nearly identical.
Last Updated : 2025-03-09MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 41. I am not her!
Third Person POV“I’m taking her.”The words slithered into the night like a death sentence.Pedro stilled, his hands curling into fists at his sides. A slow, menacing breath passed through his lips, his chest rising and falling with controlled fury.Then, he laughed.A low, dark chuckle that sent chills slithering down Aelia’s spine.“Sei più stupido di quanto ricordassi, Cassius.” (You’re even more foolish than I remember, Cassius.)Cassius smirked, unfazed. “E tu sei lo stesso cane rabbioso che non sa quando mollare.” (And you’re the same rabid dog that doesn’t know when to let go.)Pedro’s fingers twitched. “You’re overstepping.”“No,” Cassius countered smoothly. “I’m simply taking what should never have been yours in the first place.”His gaze flicked to Aelia, assessing her, calculating.“You see it, don’t you?” he murmured, eyes burning into hers. “The truth. You were never meant for him.”Aelia’s heart slammed against her ribs.She didn’t want to believe it.She wanted to deny
Last Updated : 2025-03-10MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 42. His Obsession
Third-Person POVPedro’s grip on the steering wheel tightened dangerously, his knuckles turning white as the Aston Martin sliced through the empty streets.His jaw ached from the fight. His ribs throbbed from Cassius’ cheap shots.But that wasn’t what fueled his rage.It was her.Aelia’s words, her defiance, the way she had looked at him with disgust when she said…“I am not Daisy.”Pedro’s fingers twitched, his self-control unraveling by the second.She had no idea.No idea how deep this ran.No idea that the very man who tried to claim her—Cassius, was the reason Daisy died in a pool of her own blood.And now he wanted to steal Aelia, too?Pedro’s anger boiled over.He was done playing games.Tonight, he would remind everyone why he was feared.The warehouse came into view.His men were already waiting.Derrick stood at the entrance, hands in his pockets, his usual blank expression betraying nothing.When Pedro stepped out of the car, Derrick nodded. “They’re inside.”Pedro rolled h
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Third-Person POVPedro stepped out of the warehouse, the scent of blood and burning cigars still thick in the air. His jaw clenched as he rolled his shoulders, trying to shake the tension that had settled there. The photographer’s screams had died down minutes ago, and now only the distant hum of the city filled the night.His mind was a storm.Aelia.She had looked at him today like he was a monster.And Cassius. That bastard dared to claim her…his Aelia, as his?Pedro exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair before pulling out a cigarette. He had just flicked the lighter open when his phone buzzed.He glanced at the screen.Mr. Montonio.His father never called unless it was something serious.Pedro pressed the cigarette between his teeth, answering in a clipped tone. “What?”His father’s voice was cold, carrying the weight of authority Pedro had long since stopped respecting.“Come to the estate. Now.”Pedro exhaled slowly, the ember of his cigarette glowing in the dark. “I
Last Updated : 2025-03-13MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 44. I slept with you
Third-Person POVDarcy barely registered her own hurried steps as she followed Dr. Adrian Bellavance down the quiet hospital corridor. The weight of everything, Aelia missing, Sola’s public stunt, the reporters swarming her was making her head pound, but she needed answers.And Adrian was the only person who could give them to her.The moment he pulled her into his office and shut the door, she turned on him.“Where is she?”Adrian sighed, removing his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re welcome, by the way.”Darcy clenched her fists. “Don’t play with me, Doc. Where. Is. Aelia?”His expression remained unreadable, but the sharp glint in his eyes told her he was not in the mood for games either. “Even if I knew, what makes you think I’d tell you?”“Because you clearly work for Pedro,” she spat. “You and Derrick, hell! Probably everyone around him, you’re all just his little puppets, aren’t you?”Adrian raised an unimpressed brow. “You seem to forget that I saved your a
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MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 95. Getting rid of Aelia
The blue and red lights of police cars painted the hospital walls in frantic pulses. Officers moved in clusters, speaking in clipped tones into radios, while reporters hovered just beyond the line of sight, hungry for the next tragedy to feed on.Darcy pushed through them all, heart in her throat, hair clinging to her cheeks from the wind. Her shoes slapped hard against the concrete, breath ragged as her eyes scanned for a familiar face. Then she saw Pedro, standing like a wall of stone by the hospital entrance, surrounded by his men.Without thinking, she lunged.“You bastard!” she screamed, her fists slamming against his chest. “How could you let this happen?! How could you lose her?!”Pedro barely flinched. His eyes were dead and distant.Adrian appeared out of nowhere and caught Darcy from behind, dragging her back just enough to stop her flailing.“Darcy,” he whispered tightly, trying to calm her, but she kept fighting him.“She’s missing because of you!” Darcy’s voice cracked. “
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 94. Beg for death
Pedro stood motionless, his hands tucked behind his back as he stared at Valeria like she was a puzzle missing only one piece, one very damning piece!His sharp eyes slid from her face to the bag in her hands, then back up again.“I’ll ask only once,” his voice was calm, but laced with steel, “why the hell are you here?”Valeria held her chin high, calm on the outside, but her knuckles turned white as she gripped the handle of the tote bag. “I brought you some essentials. You haven’t been home in weeks. Thought you could use food, clothes. Maybe a razor.”She extended the bag slightly in his direction like evidence, but Pedro didn’t move.“Convenient,” he murmured. “The one day you visit the hospital, she disappears.”Valeria’s jaw tightened. “Are you accusing me?”Pedro didn’t answer. He stepped in closer. Too close. His breath mingled with hers, his voice dipped into a dangerous whisper. “You think I’m stupid?”“I didn’t even go near her room,” she said defensively, expression smoo
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 93. Wakey wakey
One Hour EarlierIt was warm here, too warm.Aelia stood barefoot in a sun-drenched field, the sky a rich shade of rose gold, the air thick with the scent of lavender and memories. The children from the orphanage were playing in the distance, their laughter soft and echoing, like it came from behind a veil. And beside her, Daisy stood. Whole. Smiling.“You could stay,” Daisy said, her voice feather-light, as if it didn’t belong to a body at all. “You and I… we could watch over them together.”Her fingers were laced with Aelia’s, the grip gentle but firm. Aelia looked down at their joined hands, felt the warmth, the strange comfort of it all.But something tugged.Not her hand, but her soul.“I can’t,” Aelia murmured, her voice uncertain, hollow. “I promised Penelope. I can’t leave her… I can’t leave them.”Daisy’s smile didn’t fade. “Then go,” she said softly. “I’ll take care of things here. You still have something to finish.”Aelia hesitated, but nodded and just like that, the golde
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 92. Someone took her
Pedro hadn’t slept.He sat in the dim hospital room, his elbows propped on his knees, shoulders weighed down by exhaustion and a torment he refused to name. His phone was in his hand, the screen glowing faintly as he scrolled through the collection of photos and videos his shadows had gathered, moments he hadn’t been a part of, moments when Aelia had smiled without knowing he was watching.Aelia sipping coffee by the window of the villa, her eyes reflecting sunlight.Aelia pacing while on the phone, probably with Darcy, her brows furrowed.Aelia sitting on the beach, hugging her knees, completely unaware of the drone that captured her.He hated himself for them now. Hated that he’d needed control so desperately, he resorted to surveillance. And yet he couldn’t stop watching her. Because she wasn’t smiling anymore. She wasn’t pacing or sitting or drinking coffee.She was motionless, and he was losing his mind.A quiet knock on the door pulled him back. A nurse stepped in politely, sa
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 91. She’s mine now
Darcy sat on the edge of the bathroom counter, hissing softly as Adrian dabbed disinfectant on the cut across her forearm. Blood had already been cleaned off, but the skin was torn and angry, a painful reminder of Sola’s outburst.“You’d think I got slashed in a knife fight,” she muttered, wincing. “Didn’t know betrayal came in crystal form.”Adrian didn’t laugh. His brows were furrowed, jaw tight. He’d been quiet ever since Sola left, and that silence was beginning to hum with tension.“I’m fine, you know,” Darcy added, watching him through the mirror. “I’ve taken worse.”“That’s not the point.”Adrian’s voice was low, sharp. He met her eyes through the reflection, and she saw it the, the fury still simmering behind his calm exterior.“She could’ve hit your face. Or your head.”“But she didn’t.”“I should’ve thrown her out the second she showed up.” His voice cracked with restraint, like he was still trying to rein it in. “I knew she was spiraling.”Darcy tilted her head, still watch
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 90. One-sided love
Adrian hadn’t slept.Not really, anyway. The past month had been a cycle of long nights and longer days, of watching Pedro lose his mind by inches and keeping the pieces of their crumbling world from collapsing entirely.But tonight, for once, the storm had settled.At least, it seemed that way.Darcy was sitting across from him in his apartment, barefoot, legs tucked beneath her, a half-empty glass of whiskey dangling from her fingers. She had been talking about something, Aelia, Pedro, maybe the last time she had gotten a decent night’s sleep but her words had faded into the background, a low hum against the quiet crackle of the fireplace.Adrian wasn’t listening. Not because he didn’t care. But because he was too busy watching her.She was tired. She would never admit it, but he could see it in the slight droop of her shoulders, the way her usual sharp edges had softened just enough to let him see the exhaustion beneath.“You’re staring.”Adrian smirked. “I was admiring.”Darcy sno
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 89. Hope
One Month LaterThe world outside carried on as if nothing had changed. Stocks rose and fell, wars were waged in boardrooms and back alleys, and people continued to wake up, go about their lives, and go to sleep.But Pedro’s world hadn’t moved in a month.Aelia was still unconscious.She lay in that same pristine hospital bed, her body too still, her face far too pale. The machines surrounding her had become a familiar sight, the beeping of her heart monitor a sound Pedro had memorized. He hated it. That thin, fragile line on the screen was the only sign she was still here, yet it was never enough. It mocked him.Every day was the same. He’d sit by her bedside, watching, waiting, barely speaking. Some nights, he’d stay so late that Derrick had to pull him away, reminding him he still had an empire to run. Some mornings, he’d wake up with his head resting beside her arm, exhaustion having stolen away his consciousness for only a few fleeting hours.And then there were the days like tod
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 88. Her boyfriend
Louisa’s words haunted him.“I have a boyfriend now.”She’d said it so easily, so carelessly, as if it didn’t mean anything, as if he didn’t mean anything. But Derrick knew better. He felt better. That night they spent together wasn’t just lust, wasn’t just two people falling into old habits.It meant something.He saw it in the way her fingers trembled when she touched him, the way her breath hitched when he whispered her name.And now she was telling him she’d moved on? That she was settling down?Bullshit.But it wasn’t until later that day, when he saw it with his own eyes, that the words really started to sink in.He hadn’t been looking for her. Not intentionally, at least. But as he stepped out of the hospital, irritation already simmering beneath his skin, he caught a glimpse of her.Louisa.Standing by a sleek black car, dressed sharply in one of her tailored outfits that hugged her body just enough to be professional but tempting.And she wasn’t alone.A man, tall, broad-shou
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 87. She didn’t break
Darcy Never Liked Hospitals.They smelled like loneliness and disinfectant, like whispered prayers and silent cries. They were places of endings and beginnings, of cold white lights and walls that had absorbed too many last goodbyes.But she was here.Standing beside Aelia’s bed, her fingers curled tightly around the metal railing as if her grip alone could anchor her friend to this world.Aelia looked small against the stark white sheets, too pale, too still. The rhythmic beeping of the machines monitoring her vitals felt both comforting and unbearable, a cruel reminder that she was alive but not awake.Darcy’s throat tightened as she studied the bruises peeking out from beneath the hospital gown, the quiet evidence of the violence Aelia had endured. It was wrong. Aelia had always been the strong one, fierce and stubborn, the kind of person who could stare down danger without flinching.Now, she looked defenseless.“She looks better than yesterday,” a voice murmured from behind her.
