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Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 26: Punishment
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
Last Updated : 2025-01-22Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 27: Truth
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
Last Updated : 2025-01-23Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 28: I don't hate you
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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Astrella's point of view After a few weeks, something in Dax changed in a way that I couldn't ignore, no matter how hard I tried. Now, the way he looked at me and the way he spoke to me was different. His voice was kinder to the environment, almost gentler, and he wasn't trying to figure out every word I said to see if it was a lie. My parents were still on the run, but my sister was safe and hidden in a place that Dax had set up. At least some of the time, it looked like he believed what I said about not being on my parent's side. Well, when I told him what happened, I could see doubt in his eyes. It was like he was on the edge of trust but not quite ready to jump. I don't blame him; if I were him, I wouldn't trust me either. For now, though, it was enough that he wasn't treating me like a threat. And honestly, the biggest relief of all? Grace. She was finally out of the picture. After that overnight visit, she hadn’t made any more excuses to come back. No more chirping about Dax
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Astrella's point of view We were now walking through a peaceful national park. After exploring some trails, we came across a beautiful farm full of life, with horses grazing lazily in the fields, chickens clucking away, and ducks waddling near a small pond. Fresh hay and dirt smelled in the air, which made me feel strangely at ease. We were watching a group of ducklings follow their mother when we heard a buzzing sound on Dax's phone. As he nonchalantly removed the phone from his pocket, I immediately looked at him. I was amused by his behavior. His expression was expressionless as he read the message; his brow did not furrow or rise in response to what he was reading. "Who's that?" I asked, tilting my head curiously. It wasn’t like I was trying to pry into his personal matters. I was just mildly intrigued. He slipped his phone back into the pocket of his leather jacket with a nonchalant shrug. “Grace.” My brows went up, and I became very interested. “What did she say?”
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Astrella's point of view Another week flew by so fast, and now we’re got ready to return to the city. Dax and I have spent a lot of time getting to know each other, but there is still something about him that I have not been able to grasp. However, that is not a problem. At the very least, I have been able to see a different side of him, the side that he allows me to see. I will not ask for anything else. The most important thing is that we are finally getting along.I have truly enjoyed my time here, especially the time I spent with Grandma. The countryside is calm, which is a sharp contrast to the chaos that awaits us when we return to the city. Yet, Dax's world is meant to remain there, with all of the responsibilities weighing down on him.I inhale deeply, bracing myself for what’s to come. Before we left, he told me he’d give me a gun, one I could hide on my thigh for protection. I smirked at the thought. He’s not worried I might use it on him. Then again, even if I did, I doubt
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Dax Donomie's point of view "Any progress with Astrella's parents?" I asked Silvio over the phone, pinching the bridge of my nose as frustration coiled through my veins. "Oh, yeah. We found them. Actually, Fabio and I are already heading to their location," Silvio snapped and pause for a moment. "But there's a problem. The shipment arrives today. Fabio and I can't be in two places at once, hmmm. You just got back to the city, right? You can head straight to the south port and take care of the shipment." I shut my eyes, inhaling deeply to keep from cursing him out. "Are you fvcking kidding me? Damn. That shipment is important." I spat at him. I just got back, and he conveniently forgot to inform me about this in advance? And worse. I was with Astrella. This was one of the things I hadn’t told her yet. Yes, she knew about the Martinelli Security Firm, but this? This was beyond dangerous. More dangerous than running a high-end security business. She wasn’t stupid. She probably
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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."
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Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 61: Cramps
Astrella's point of view I bit the inside of my cheek as the bodyguard bolted out the door, probably off to break someone’s face on Dax’s orders. "Dax," I snapped, trying to get his attention, but he was too busy clenching his fists like he was seconds away from turning this place into a crime scene. He didn’t even glance at me. I took a deep breath, rolled my eyes, and clapped a hand on his shoulder. That got his attention. He turned, glaring at me like I’d just personally offended his entire bloodline. Yeah, yeah. I was used to this. His temper, his brooding, his 'I’ll kill anyone who looks at you wrong' energy. "I think I need to change," I said, lowering my voice a bit. "And I need tampons too." That got him. His nostrils flared just a little, but to his credit, he didn’t even make a face. Just pulled out his phone and
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 60: Red door
Astrella's point of view "Come on," the man snapped, yanking at my wrist, but I dug my heels in and refused to move. Then his hand dipped into his thin pocket. My stomach flipped as I caught a glimpse of something small and white between his fingers. What the fvcking a pill? Shit. Shit. Shit. I knew this club was too good to be true. The luxury, the exclusivity all a façade. The real business was happening behind these doors. And I had walked straight into it. Panic surged through me. I had no choice. With zero hesitation, I sank my teeth into his hand. "Son of a—!" he cursed, his grip loosening just enough. I wrenched my arm free and took off, my heartbeat becoming increasingly loud in my ears. Then something like a fist slammed into my abdomen. Ughhh, fvcking hell. I sucked in a sharp breath as pain exploded through me, my legs nearly buckling. Not now. Not now, please. W
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Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 58: Exclusivity
Astrella's point of view The moment we pulled up in front of the place, I realized I was dead wrong about what kind of bar this was. I expected the usual, a dimly lit club with thumping bass, sweaty bodies grinding on each other, and cheap liquor served in overpriced glasses. But this? This is something else. The entrance alone screams exclusivity. The building is slender, modern, and bathed in golden ambient lighting. A long line of expensive cars is parked out front, the kind that only the elite can afford. The people walking toward the doors are dressed in designer from head to toe, confidence dripping from them like expensive cologne. A bouncer stands at the entrance, built like a damn tank, his arms crossed as he eyes each guest. No one just walks in here. This isn’t the kind of place you stumble into after a long night out. As we approach, he barely glances at Dax before holding out a gloved hand. “Car
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 57: Business meeting
Astrella's point of view After the talk, we all went back to our respective rooms in this hellhole. I let out a deep sigh, already feeling the exhaustion settle into my bones. Finally, a moment to breathe. I was about to collapse onto the bed when someone pounded on my door like the damn shít. Jeez. These guys really know how to get on my nerves. I just stared at the door for a second, just to piss off whoever was on the other side. Let them stew in their impatience. Then, with a huff, I sprinted over and yanked it open. “What do you want?” I snapped, my forehead creasing when I came face to face with Dax. His gaze swept over me, slowly, like he was analyzing every inch. I rolled my eyes, already annoyed. What? Never seen a woman in an oversized shirt before? My blouse was too big, practically swallowing me whole, making my shorts barely visible.
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 56: Present
PRESENT Five years later Astrella's point of view We were in what I guess you could call a meeting room, though it felt more like a waiting room for lost souls. Me, Dax, and Keyu—each in our own little worlds. Ciejill, meanwhile, was off in the corner, practically drooling over a painting on the wall like it was some billion-dollar masterpiece straight out of an auction. I swear, the way she was staring at it, you’d think she just found the cure for stupidity. I shifted my gaze back to Dax and Keyu. Dax was in deep thought, his fingers lightly tracing his lips like he was trying to solve the meaning of life or some other bullshit. Keyu, on the other hand, wasn’t even pretending to be invested—his eyes were locked on Ciejill. Seriously? Why the hell was I even here if they were all lost in their own dramatic thought spirals? I slammed my palm against the tab
