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Aelia’s POVThe air in the room shifted like a storm was about to roll in.And then, it did.Pedro Montonio entered, his presence sucking the oxygen out of the space like some black-hole version of a person. My spine went rigid, and I wasn’t the only one who noticed, Valeria, for all her arrogance, straightened slightly, like a cat sensing a predator had just walked in.Oh, this should be fun.Instead of retreating like a normal person with survival instincts, Valeria went for a theatrical exit, reaching out and trailing her fingers along my cheek.“I hope you’re enjoying my hospitality,” she purred, because of course, she had to be insufferable until the very last second.I recoiled so fast you’d think she had leprosy.Pedro saw it. His expression didn’t change, but his jaw clenched, a small, silent promise of consequences.“Leave,” he said. Just one word, cool and final.Valeria smirked, lingering just long enough to make sure she was being insufferable at maximum capacity. “So prot
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The night air was thick with anticipation.Inside Aelia’s apartment, the scent of citrus-scented lotion and perfume clung to the air as she stood in front of her mirror, lining her lips with a deep shade of red. Darcy, perched on the edge of Aelia’s bed, was still struggling to comprehend what was happening.“You do realize this is the Twilight Zone, right?” Darcy said, watching Aelia apply her lipstick with unnerving precision. “I mean, I’m actually convinced I’ve fallen into some alternate reality where you, Aelia freaking Spencer agreed to go clubbing on a Friday night. Voluntarily.”Aelia smirked at her reflection, dabbing the excess color off with a tissue. “Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this moment.”“Oh, I’m enjoying it, alright. I just think I deserve some answers!” Darcy threw her hands up. “For three years, I have begged you to come out with me, and each time, you hit me with the ‘I don’t drink, I don’t party, I have chapel in the morning’ speech.” She narrowed her eyes
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The stage lights had burned into her skin, the music had drowned out her thoughts, and the crowd’s cheers had fed something reckless inside her. She had let herself be swept up in the moment, let her body move in ways she never would have dared before.It was working. It had to be working.Until the lights went out.Now, the club was gone. The heat of bodies pressing in on her, the sticky air laced with alcohol and smoke gone.Instead, she was waking up in a moving car, the smooth hum of an engine beneath her. The scent hit her first: cigarettes, expensive cologne, something darker.Aelia didn’t need to see him to know.Pedro.Her stomach clenched as she blinked through the haze, head pounding from the alcohol still in her system.“You’re awake,” his voice came from beside her, cold and even.She turned her head, finding his sharp profile illuminated by passing streetlights. His grip on the steering wheel was white-knuckled, his jaw locked so tightly she thought his teeth might crack.
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Pedro slammed the door shut behind them.The bedroom was dimly lit, the air thick with tension. The distant sound of crashing waves outside the estate was the only thing breaking the silence, but inside, a storm raged between them.Aelia stumbled slightly, the alcohol making the world tilt, but she caught herself on the edge of the bed, her breath coming fast. Pedro was in front of her in seconds, reaching out to steady her, but she shoved him away, rage burning through the haze of intoxication.“Don’t touch me!” she snapped, her voice raw with fury.Pedro clenched his jaw, taking a deep breath. “Aelia, you’re drunk.”“And whose fault is that!?” she shot back, swaying slightly but standing her ground. “You think dragging me here will change anything? You think if you keep me locked away like some kind of possession, I’ll suddenly want to be near you!?”Pedro exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, trying to maintain the last shred of his patience. “You need to rest.”Aelia l
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The air stilled, it was like time itself stopped around them but then the alcohol flowing in Aelia’s veins began to kick again, she staggered back in amusement, muffling a laugh that didn’t have the ability to reach her eyes. “What’s it to you?” She breathed but Pedro suddenly grabbed her shoulders, forcing her eyes to focus on him as he said “A name Aelia, give me a name.” The tension beneath his voice was palatable, it was clear that he was holding back but Aelia didn’t notice any of that, her vision was hazy and a bitter smile stretched her lips instead.She tried wiggling free from his hold, her face scrunched up in discomfort, “it’s none of your business…”“Aelia.” Pedro gritted with his last thread of restraint but the same thing can be said for Aelia because in the next moment she snapped. “I said let go!”“Give me a name goddamn it!—” “ALAN SPENCER!” She yelled out using the momentum to break free from Pedro. “Alan Spencer and one other pervert at my old orphanage! Happy n
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The city lights cast faint glows against the penthouse walls as Darcy leaned against the door, her breath uneven. Her mind was hazy, not just from the alcohol but from the way Adrian was looking at her. It wasn’t playful, nor teasing, it was something deeper, something raw.Neither of them spoke.Adrian’s eyes flickered over her, reading the tension in her shoulders, the way she gripped the fabric of her dress as if grounding herself. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, testing the space between them.She didn’t move away.His fingers brushed her arm, barely a touch, yet it sent a shiver down her spine. “Darcy…” His voice was low, rough around the edges.She exhaled shakily, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “Don’t.”“Don’t what?” His fingers skimmed higher, tracing the curve of her shoulder, the exposed skin burning under his touch.“Don’t act like this means anything,” she whispered, though her body betrayed her, leaning into him instead of away.Adrian’s jaw tightened. He r
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The next morning, Aelia groggily opened her eyes searching for her phone as usual but the empty space irked her and she jolted awake to discover a strange surrounding, her first instinct was to find her purse but a sharp headache halted her movement. With hands to her head she sluggishly reached for her purse and grabbed her phone. “Owww I feel like shit, I shouldn’t have drank so much—ah!”The fog in her eyes cleared. “What? Thirty missed calls?!” A second later and the memories of last night came crashing in, mixed with the splitting headaches. Aelia’s first thought was to glance at herself. A ripple of gasp leaked from her mouth. “It wasn’t a dream, Pedro—Pedro really… he really! Oh my gosh!” Her crash out was interrupted by a continuous buzzing sound. Messages from Mike, Darcy even her workplace groups were flooding in but that wasn’t the shocker. A message from Sola stole her attention. Two words ( “Come home.”)Then suddenly, a ton of messages from her trucked in. (“Whe
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MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 88. Her boyfriend
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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.
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 86. Not in this lifetime
The Spencer estate, once a symbol of untouchable power, felt like a fortress under siege. Reporters swarmed the gates, cameras flashing through the iron bars, their voices merging into an unintelligible storm. The phones inside never stopped ringing, board members demanding answers, lawyers scrambling to contain the damage, investors threatening to pull out.Regina Spencer stood in the middle of it all, perfectly composed despite the chaos. She had weathered storms before. She would weather this one, too.She adjusted the pearl necklace resting on her throat, exhaling slowly as she watched the news broadcast on the living room television.“Sola Spencer, daughter of Regina Spencer and sister to Alan Spencer, has been arrested as the prime suspect in the attempted murder of Aelia Spencer, her adopted sister. This comes after a series of threats were uncovered in the victim’s phone, allegedly sent by Sola herself. The Spencer family has yet to release an official statement.”Regina’s n
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
