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70. Let. Her. Go
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The copper scent of blood lingered in the air, sharp and nauseating. Aelia’s breath hitched as she stared at the man who had tried to kill her, now groaning on the ground, restrained by security. But she barely registered him, her gaze was locked on Pedro.His white shirt was ruined, sliced open at the sleeve where crimson seeped through the fabric, painting a damning contrast against the pristine white. He didn’t even look at the wound. His eyes were on her.She felt lightheaded, her body still trembling from the attack, but Pedro’s grip on her was solid. Grounding. Infuriating. She was still dazed from how he swiftly pulled her into his embrace and took the cut in his arm.“You’re hurt,” she whispered before she could stop herself.Pedro’s lips curved, but it wasn’t a smile. “I’m aware, cuore mio.”Her heart stumbled at the Italian endearment, but she refused to acknowledge it. “Let me go now.”His grip didn’t waver. His fingers dug into her wrist just enough to make her pulse jump.
Last Updated : 2025-03-30MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 72. Say you don’t want me
The city lights bled through the massive windows of Derrick’s penthouse, casting elongated shadows over the sleek furniture. Louisa sat on the edge of the couch, swirling the wine in her glass, her fingers tightening around the stem as the alcohol burned down her throat. She wasn’t drunk, just warm enough to let the tension simmer between them, thick and suffocating.Derrick stood across the room, jacket discarded, his white shirt unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had been watching her in silence for minutes, his dark eyes unreadable, his posture too controlled. It irritated her.“You always do this,” Louisa muttered, breaking the silence. “Pretend like nothing gets to you.”Derrick exhaled, a humorless chuckle leaving his lips. “And you always drink when you’re about to make bad decisions.”She scoffed, standing abruptly, crossing the space between them with slow, deliberate steps. “Maybe I like making bad decisions.”He didn’t move when she stopped in front
Last Updated : 2025-03-30MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 73. Colliding
The ride to the villa was quiet. Unusually quiet.Aelia sat still in the passenger seat, her fingers curled into her dress, her mind distant yet hyperaware of the man beside her. Pedro didn’t speak either, his focus on the road, though his occasional glances at her and the slight clench of his jaw told her he wanted to. But for once, she wasn’t ready to fight him.The weight of what happened, of nearly dying, pressed heavily on her chest. And then there was Pedro’s arm, his blood soaking into his sleeve, a wound he took for her.She swallowed hard, her gaze flickering to him as he steered them into the villa’s driveway.The same villa.Memories of the last time she was here surfaced, but unlike before, her heart wasn’t hammering in rage. It was something else. Something strange.Guilt. Gratitude.She wasn’t sure which one unsettled her more.Pedro parked and got out without a word, opening her door for her. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before stepping out, her hands smooth
Last Updated : 2025-03-30MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 74. Her restraint crumbled
The villa bore witness to their unraveling.Walls that had once been cold and unfeeling now pulsed with the heat of them, with the whispered gasps, the sharp intakes of breath, the friction of skin against skin.Pedro moved her with purpose, pressing her into the first surface they collided against a wooden table, the edge digging into her thighs as his hands roamed, memorized. His mouth claimed hers, dragging every last shred of resistance from her body until she was clinging to him, breathing him in like something she’d been deprived of for too long.She barely registered when he lifted her, when they stumbled through the villa, knocking into furniture, hands desperate, greedy. Aelia’s back hit the cool surface of a glass window, a sharp contrast to the fire coursing through her veins. Pedro’s lips traced down her throat, his teeth grazing, marking, branding her in a way that should terrify her.But she let him.She wanted this. She needed this! Daisy’s mother’s voice rang in her
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Louisa woke up to an empty space beside her, the warmth of Derrick’s body replaced by the cold sheets. Her heart clenched, disappointment settling deep in her bones. For a brief, foolish moment last night, she had let herself believe things could be different. That after all these years, Derrick might finally stop pretending.She closed her eyes, inhaling sharply. ‘You knew better, Louisa.’Sighing, she sat up, the ache of last night lingering in her body. But before she could wallow in her thoughts, the scent of something sweet and buttery drifted into the room. Her stomach twisted, not from regret, but from something entirely unexpected.Curiosity won over pride. She slipped into a robe and padded out of the bedroom, following the scent into the kitchen.Derrick stood by the stove, sleeves rolled up, his broad back turned to her as he flipped what looked like French toast onto a plate. His presence, so effortlessly domestic, threw her off balance.For a moment, she just watched him,
Last Updated : 2025-03-31MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 76. Think you can run, Princepessa?
Aelia’s breath came in ragged bursts, her wrists burning against the restraints Pedro had fastened above her head. She was shaking, fury and something dangerously close to panic creeping up her throat. Pedro stood in front of her, shirtless, the sheets pooling at his waist, his dark gaze dragging over her form like a predator surveying its prey.“If I wanted to tie you to my bed and take whatever I wanted from you, I would have done it a long time ago.” His voice was low, calm—too calm. A cruel contrast to the erratic beating of her pulse. “But I didn’t. Because I never wanted to.”Aelia let out a sharp laugh, bitter and venom-laced. “Oh, should I be grateful, then?” she sneered. “Should I thank you for not being the monster I already know you are?”Pedro’s jaw flexed, but he said nothing. His silence infuriated her.“What do you want from me, Pedro?” Her voice cracked, her restraint unraveling. “Is this supposed to make me see you differently? Am I supposed to believe you have a he
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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
Last Updated : 2025-03-31MAFIA’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.“…
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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.
