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Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 22: Bar
Astrella's point of view "Finally, we're home!" I shrieked, raising both hands in the air as I stepped into our mansion. My sister bumped into me, nearly causing me to stumble. I shot her a glare, but she just rushed, heading straight for the living room, where she flopped onto the couch. Bad bitch. I rolled my eyes and made my way up to my room. Even after just a day away, I missed it so much.When I got inside, I jumped on my bed and rolled around like a kid who didn't care about anything. I let out a giggle as I grabbed my phone and started scrolling through it idly. I was so completely worn out. Thankfully, Mom didn't have a fit of rage last night. I prepared a lengthy list of excuses to divert her attention, such as the loudness of the music I was playing, the fact that I was writing a book, and so on. We all burst into laughter when she finally stormed out of the room. To be honest, she deserved it.Yes, I know I might have been a bit of a rebellious daughter, but sometimes it
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Astrella's point of view Isha grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd when we got to the bar. As we made our way to a VIP room, the others followed behind. Inside, a group of men were relaxing around a table that was full of empty liquor bottles. It was dark in the room; the only light came from the flashing, colorful lights that moved to the beat of the loud music. There was a buzz in the air that made me think of a wild night ahead. As soon as the men saw us, my friends erupted with excitement. Leona, who initially seemed reluctant about coming, was the first to shout, "Yeah! This is what we all want! Lezzgo party party!" She dove onto the couch, throwing her arms around a bottle of whiskey. "Yeaahh! For Buricat gals’ freedom!" Joana chimed in, snatching a bottle of her own. She downed a hefty gulp before jumping up and down like she’d just won the lottery. Isha leaned in close to me, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "So, how about it? Ready for some real fun?"
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Astrella's point of view As we reached Dax’s refined black car, one of his men opened the passenger door, and Dax bluntly dumped me into the seat before slamming the door shut with a force that made the entire car shake. My frustration hit a boiling point. I ruffled my hair in exasperation, letting out a shriek like a stubborn child. My anger surged so intensely that I didn’t even notice the hot tears streaming down my face until I choked on a sob. I heard Dax get in, the door closing with a soft thud. He let out an exaggerated sigh, clearly unimpressed with my outburst, and started the engine. The low hum of the car vibrating beneath me didn’t soothe my nerves one bit. Turning to him, my glare was sharp enough to shatter a glass. "Where are we going this time, Dax? Another one of your secret hellholes filled with those brain-dead, trigger-happy minions of yours? Or maybe straight to some underground lair where you keep all your other hostages?" My voice dripped with sarcasm and v
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Astrella's point of view My things finally arrived, and most importantly, my buddy—my laptop. I quickly informed my Buricat gals that I was taking a little impromptu vacation. Their response? A chorus of complaints about why I didn’t give them a heads-up. Like, seriously, bruh, this was practically a spur-of-the-moment kidnapping... but with scenic views. Honestly, considering the peaceful surroundings, I’m not too mad about it. I might even say I willingly came along. Kind of. On behalf of Dax Donomie, I apologized to them for the chaos of that fateful night. Even though it feels like it’s my fault, it’s still hard to wrap my head around how things escalated so quickly. So the morning started with a surprisingly light-hearted vibe. Grandma decided to take me on a little adventure to Shenandoah Park, leaving Dax behind at the manor. Apparently, he was busy handling his online mafia business or whatever that means back in the city. Seriously, it's good news! Grandma was absolutely
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Astrella's point of view I helped Grandma into the backseat first, making sure she was comfortable, before striding around to the passenger seat. Like I’d let Grace sit in my spot, absolutely not. Once I settled in, I slammed the door harder than necessary. As I buckled my seatbelt, I heard Dax groan, probably annoyed at my theatrics. Oh well, not my problem. I briefly remembered that we weren't alone, that his grandma was here, and that this Grace girl was important to Dax's life. Tsk. Dax started the engine, and I shifted my focus to the window, watching the sky about to darken as the sun dipped below the horizon. The scenery was beautiful, but my mood? Not so much. In the backseat, Grandma and Grace were chatting away like old friends. But they really know each other long ago and I'm just a newbie in the house. I couldn’t help but eavesdrop, and my ears perked up when I heard Grandma invite Grace to her room later. I rolled my eyes, the irritation crawling under my skin like
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Astrella's point of view The clanking of utensils was the only sound breaking the silence at the dining table. For once, no awkward chatter or drama was unfolding during the meal—a small blessing I wasn’t about to overlook. We were almost done eating, and all I could think about was retreating to my room and hoping that Dax’s so-called punishment would magically slip his mind. Wishful thinking? Probably. “Oh, Dax,” Grace suddenly chirped, breaking the peace. “I just remembered, I have something in the basement that I really need help with. Can you come with me and get it?” Dax glanced at her for a fleeting second, his expression jumbled. Then, turning to me instead of Grace, he said, “Sure, after this.” And just like that, his gaze locked on me again. “Astrella,” he said, his voice carrying a warning, “I’m telling you one last time if you’re still not in my room after this, I swear I’ll drag you out, no matter where you’re hiding.” I swallowed hard, trying not to choke on my
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Astrella's point of view His punishment is unbearable. It’s not physical, but it’s far worse, mental torture. It feels like my very flesh is grinding itself to dust. I hate being like this, so transparent and vulnerable. My emotions are all over the place, slipping through my grasp, and he knows it. And what truth is he talking about? What does he want me to say? If I tell him what I know, there’s no guarantee of what will happen next or to whom. Dax’s intense gaze burned into me as he leaned forward. “Do you think I don’t know anything? That I’m some kind of fool?” His voice was low and controlled but sharp enough to cut through my defenses. Before I could respond, he was suddenly right in front of me. In one swift motion, he grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me onto the table. My pulse raced as he caged me in, his hands planted firmly on either side of me. His jaw clenched, his face so close that I could feel his breath brushing against my skin. “Look me in the eyes,
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Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 41: Stay
Dax Donomie's point of view When I got to the base, the staff and my men were all huddled in their corners, busy securing the place. The entire building was already on lockdown. Silvio and Fabio, along with the others, were out hunting the traitor. But damnit. Why was the breach in my room? The moment the alarm connected to my room went off, I rushed there, expecting the worst. What I didn’t expect was to find Astrella inside with the intruder. For a brief second, suspicion flickered in my mind. Could she? No. That didn’t make sense. Astrella had no reason to betray me. Her sister was already safe, and her parents? They were rotting in the dungeon. Then why the hell was she the intruder’s target? I exhaled sharply, running a frustrated hand through my hair. Was she hiding something from me? Aisssh. No. Not now. Xanthe will handle it. I have a big situation waiting for me. I moved toward one of the cubicles, slumping into a chair as I scanned the security footage. My
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 40: Battle
Astrella's point of view "What the hell just happened?" "I don’t know. I just felt something was off. But I ignored it, thinking I was just exhausted from the shooting range. I was about to take a shower when he suddenly appeared, out of nowhere—in your closet." He grasped my wrist gently, examining the red marks left by the masked man. His expression darkened. Then, without a word, he pulled me into an embrace, exhaling deeply against my hair. His voice was shadowed with restraint. "We’ve already locked down the building. My men are hunting every last traitor." He breathed out, pressing a firm kiss to my forehead. "When I heard the alarm after the crash, I bolted straight here. Where’s Xanthe?" As we broke apart, his sharp eyes scanned my face, searching for something, maybe doubt, maybe fear. I stiffened but forced myself to regain composure in a second. I can’t let him know something’s wrong. And what was I supposed to tell him? Another lie? I was already neck-deep
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 39: Mask
Astrella's point of view "So, what's your plan now?" Xanthe pressed, his eyes still locked on the target as he pulled the trigger. Another shot rang out, echoing through the range. I took a deep breath, my fingers twisting together in my sides, a nervous habit I couldn’t shake. “Well, At first, I planned to give the information to my parents, but I just can’t. I still have it saved in my email. I haven’t deleted it yet, but I don’t know what to do next.” I hesitated, my voice hitching as I glanced at him. “What do you think I should do?” Another bang filled the air. He lowered his gun and turned to face me, his expression darkening. "Delete it," he snapped firmly. "Delete everything you copied. I’ll talk to Fabio or Silvio about your sister, see if there’s a way to move her here. We have plenty of rooms, so she can stay while we figure things out." His gaze searched mine, as if trying to gauge just how much this meant to me. "She’s the only family you have left, right?" I
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 38: Help
Astrella's point of view I woke up suddenly, breathing heavily, with my chest rising and falling in an inconsistent rhythm. The room was still dark, maybe because it was still midnight. I glanced to the side and saw Dax still fast asleep next to me. His arm was stretched around my waist, hugging me tight. He remained utterly still even when I woke up abruptly. The dream was still fresh in my mind about the incoming war and my parents' betrayal, and I think I consider myself in that. I don't know anymore, and the crushing weight of guilt is eating me whole. It clawed at my chest, making it difficult to breathe. My hands curled into the sheets. I felt like a traitor. Am I not? Earlier, after practicing at the shooting range with Xanthe, I had gone straight to Dax’s room. I told myself I’d distract my mind, that I’d write a little. And I did—at first. But the words soon blurred, lost in my own spiraling thoughts. What was I supposed to do? How the hell was I going to save my sister f
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 37: Plans
Dax Donomie's point of view. After Astrella and Xanthe left, I turned to Silvio. "Gather all the troops in the basement meeting room. We need to tighten security at the firm." We were all on edge after last night’s fvcking show, and while Astrella had no business getting tangled in our mafia affairs, I figured she could keep busy with my new Capo for now. Xanthe wasn’t just a soldier. I trusted him like a brother. If anyone could keep an eye on her, it was him. Silvio, the jackass that he is, leaned back with a smirk. "You sure you don’t wanna call your Capo back? What’s the use of his position then? I think he’s officially been promoted to Nanny-in-Chief, watching over your Honey like a damn babysitter." He howled like a lunatic. I shot him a warning glare, gripping the knife on the table just to make a point. He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Relax, Donomie. No need to go full psycho on me." My phone buzzed with a message from Astrella. 'We’re at the firing range,
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 36: My baby Glock 42
Astrella's point of view I groaned as I stretched, my back aching slightly. Dax hadn't let me go until I was on the brink of passing out last night, and now my body was feeling the aftermath. My eyes fluttered open, instinctively searching for him beside me, but the space was empty. A pang of disappointment hit my gut. Waking up without him felt wrong. Where did he go? With a deep sigh, I pushed myself up, shaking off the lazy feeling weighing me down. I headed straight to the bathroom to freshen up, letting the warm water wash away the soreness. After my shower, I stepped out, only a towel wrapped around my body. It was then that I realized. I didn’t have any clothes here. "Shít," I muttered under my breath, scanning the room for anything I could wear. That’s when my gaze landed on a paper bag sitting on the table, a folded note resting on top of it. Curious, I walked over, picking up the note first. 'For you.' It was so simple that he didn't even provide my na
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 35: Gun
Astrella's point of view The only noise in the room was the constant sound of water pouring down from the shower. Dax was still inside, cleaning the blood and sweat off of himself after the horrible experience he had just gone through. However, I was unable to concentrate on that because my phone lit up again, sending a new surge of panic through my body. With trembling fingers, I unlocked the screen and opened the message. An image. My heart sank. It was my sister. The image was taken only a little while ago when we were FaceTiming. I could still picture her in my head, smiling and mocking, fully oblivious to the fact that someone had been watching her. Was close enough to take this picture. I rechecked the image, searching for any sign that it was fake, that this was some kind of sick trick. But no. It was real. I started to panic, and my breathing became shallow and my chest felt tight. They had her in their sights. I made my fists into tight balls and tried to think.
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 34: War
Astrella's point of view After Dax left, I chose to look around a bit. I asked a staff member if Dax has a private room here. I was surprised that they gave directions right away without any hesitation. I was thinking Dax had already told them to help me with anything I needed. They were all nice, professional, and unexpectedly friendly, not at all the unfriendly type I thought I would find here. One of them escorted me to his room, stopping at the door before giving me a small nod and walking away. I murmured a quick thank you before stepping inside, curiosity getting the best of me. As soon as I walked in, I was enveloped by the prominent fragrance of Dax, which was full of variety clean, and intoxicating. His room looked just how I pictured it: sleek, tidy, and effortlessly masculine. The color scheme was made up of mostly gray and black, which gave it a subtle but powerful vibe. A black rug was on the floor close to his bed, and a dark hardwood table was nearby with a laptop
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 33: Shipment
Dax Donomie's point of view If looks could kill, we would already be drowning in our own blood. Every action was planned, and and every step was taken carefully. We had put a lot of thought into an arrangement that would allow us to move important items across borders without being detected, but somehow, this motherfucker Jasper had discovered it. In what way? "What now? We could just talk about this, you know," Jasper shouted out, his voice filled with excitement. I snorted, not impressed at all. I gave one of my men a slight nod to let him know that they should be prepared. We were both aware that this conversation was not going to be fair. Jasper and I were quite similar; we were both manipulative, crafty, and always looking for ways to get an advantage in the long run. The only thing that set me apart was that I played to win. "Fvcking dickhead, get down here," I growled, my jaw tightening. "Don't be so damn proud of yourself." Jasper chuckled. "Sure. Give me a minute."
