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Ch. 8: Royal Charity Ball
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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
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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,
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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."
