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57. Who took Aelia?
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2025-03-26 23:47:53
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MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 58. Possession
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.
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-27MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 59. Give me a name
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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-28MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 60. Alan Spencer
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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-29MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 61. Getting attached
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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-29MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 62. You’re dead if I catch you
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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-29MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 63. You took advantage of me
Darcy’s head throbbed with a vengeance. Every dull pulse behind her skull reminded her that tequila was the devil, and she had willingly danced with it last night.With a groan, she shifted under the sheets, peeling one eye open and instantly regretted it.Sunlight sliced through the curtains like a knife, blinding her as she hissed and buried her face into the pillow. That was when she noticed the warmth beside her.Shit.She turned her head slowly, already dreading what she’d see.Adrian.Shirtless.Leaning against the headboard with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, his dark eyes locked onto her in amusement.“Morning, sunshine.” His voice was irritatingly smooth, like he’d been awake for hours, watching her suffer.Darcy squeezed her eyes shut. “No. Absolutely not.”Adrian smirked over the rim of his cup. “You sound disappointed. How hurtful.”Darcy threw the sheets off herself and sat up too fast. The world tilted, nausea crawling up her throat. She groaned, pressing her pal
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-29MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 64. Catching feelings?
Darcy stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, trying to keep her face neutral despite the fact that Adrian was sitting there shirtless, sheets hanging dangerously low on his hips. His brown hair was tousled from sleep, his emerald eyes gleaming with amusement as he stretched, completely unbothered.“You took advantage of me last night,” he repeated smoothly, running a hand through his messy hair.Darcy nearly choked. “What?”Adrian sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “I knew you had a wild side, but I didn’t think you’d go that far.”Darcy’s stomach flipped. The worst part? She had no idea if he was lying. She barely remembered anything. The alcohol had wiped out most of her night, leaving her with nothing but fragmented memories and a pounding headache.But there was no way she was admitting that.“You’re full of shit,” she shot back, shifting her weight onto one foot.Adrian just smirked, leaning back against the headboard like a king on his throne. “Oh? So you do remember?”
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-29MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 65. Seen a ghost
Aelia sat stiffly across from the woman, she indeed ended up calling her but now she was here, she couldn’t help second guessing her choices.She kept toying with the edge of her glass. The restaurant was high-end, the type with pristine white tablecloths and silverware polished to a blinding shine. She should have felt out of place, but after everything, she had learned to adapt.The woman, impeccably dressed, blonde waves cascading over her shoulders, watched her with a calm expression, the air between them thick with anticipation.“You must be wondering why I stopped you,” the woman finally spoke, her voice smooth and deliberate.Aelia leaned back in her seat, lifting the glass to her lips just to buy herself a moment. “It’s crossed my mind.”The woman’s lips curled at the edges. “You look just like her.”Aelia’s grip tightened around the glass, but she feigned nonchalance. “I get that a lot these days.”The woman folded her hands on the table, studying Aelia with sharp, assessing
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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
