Home / Mafia / The Devil's Claim... His little mouse. / Don't test me, little mouse.

Share

Don't test me, little mouse.

Author: Cra4writes
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-23 14:01:28

Sherryl didn't understand his expression, subtly going back to eating her food while occasionally glancing at Dallion, who hadn't spoken about the matter. She didn’t understand the mafia families here. She had heard about celebrating birthdays, but celebrating the ones who had already passed away and weren’t even around? She didn’t know why they were still counting the years.

Every once in a while, Sherryl glanced at him, and at one fine moment, Dallion’s eyes snapped at her, clearly annoyed by her constant stares. Sherryl quickly looked away. How could this man sense everything around him, as though he had invisible eyes at the back of his head?

"Dallion, aren’t you going to take part in the celebration?" asked his stepmother, her voice sweet as sugar, making Sherryl twitch slightly. She could see why Dallion didn't get along with his stepmother and stepsister. They were overly sweet to the point of making her skin crawl. Their attitude, mixed with their superficial charm, didn't help matters either. But then again, she had heard that most people in the Cross empire behaved like this—high and mighty, dripping with pompous airs.

"I'll bring some flowers to her grave," Dallion responded calmly, dabbing his mouth with a napkin before standing up from his seat.

"What about here? The decoration? We need to make this place look grand for the occasion," stated Rose, his stepsister, excited for the upcoming gathering.

Dallion leaned over the table, grabbing a few grapes and popping them into his mouth. "I’ll pass," he replied nonchalantly.

Sherryl discreetly glanced at the other family members. Grace his elder sister, didn’t comment and continued to eat in silence. The mother-daughter duo, however, stared at Dallion, clearly unhappy with his lack of contribution.

His stepmother, Flora, began, "She wouldn’t be happy—"

"She was my mother, not yours," Dallion interrupted coldly before she could continue. The already tense atmosphere in the dining room turned dead silent. Sherryl felt awkward, as though she were intruding on something she had no right to witness. She debated excusing herself, maybe claiming to need a breath of fresh air, but that would probably make things more uncomfortable. There was definitely something unspoken within the Cross family.

"Now, if you'll excuse me," Dallion continued, his tone clipped. "I have somewhere to be. Have a lovely day, ladies and gentlemen." His eyes flicked to Sherryl, silently commanding her to follow him.

She was almost done with her meal, just two more spoonfuls in her bowl. Reluctantly, Sherryl abandoned the food, setting the spoon down quietly. Though he hadn’t said much, his icy tone lingered, making it clear there was no room for argument.

Following him closely, Sherryl padded barefoot along the cold marble floors. The chill from the rainy weather outside seeped into the floors of the mansion, leaving the entire place feeling cold and unwelcoming. She didn’t know where they were headed, but she trailed after him anyway, silently complying with his unspoken order.

At the door, a maid hurriedly moved to grab Dallion’s coat from the stand. Before she could help him into it, Dallion raised a hand to stop her.

"Give it to her," he said, motioning toward Sherryl. The maid didn’t hesitate, practically shoving the coat into Sherryl’s hands before scurrying away. Knowing better than to argue, Sherryl stepped forward, opening the jacket and helping him into it without a word.

Dallion moved past the mansion's entrance, waiting for his car to be brought around. Sherryl kept her distance, standing a few paces away, though she noticed him glancing toward her.

"What’s with the distance?" Dallion’s voice cut through the quiet, his tone edged with irritation. Sherryl could tell his mood was foul. Was it the preparations for his deceased mother’s memorial that had him on edge? He had seemed fine earlier in the day, but ever since they stepped into the dining room, his mood had darkened.

She took a small step closer, though the gap between them was still considerable—at least four full steps. When she met his gaze again, his narrowed eyes were fixed on her. Swallowing nervously, she took another step. What had she done to annoy him? She hadn’t said a word since they left the dining room, and she had helped him with his coat, hadn’t she?

"Don’t test me, little mouse. Stand here," he ordered, pointing to the spot beside him. Her heart quivered slightly at his commanding tone, but she kept her face neutral. Taking two more steps, she moved closer, waiting as his car finally pulled up.

The driver was also the same right hand man she had seen him with when he'd bought her, She had learnt his name and she knew him from his silence and nimble movements, she watched as Frankie stepped out and opened the door for Dallion. As a mere companion to the crime boss, Sherryl wasn’t offered the same courtesy. Not that she expected it. She climbed into the backseat on her own, sitting across from Dallion, who, once again, kept his intense gaze locked on her.

Sherryl tried to ignore him, focusing instead on the interior of the luxury vehicle as it started to move. But after a solid minute of feeling his eyes boring into her, she gave up. Looking directly at him, she waited for him to speak.

"You have beautiful green eyes," he finally said, his tone unexpectedly calm. "How did you acquire those?"

She blinked, surprised. "My mother said I got them from my father," she replied, watching him tip his head slightly.

"Said?" Dallion's red eyes darkened with curiosity. "Did he die?"

His bluntness made Sherryl wince internally, but she had to admit it didn’t bother her as much as it once might have. Dallion had a way of stabbing people with his words, but she had come to expect it. It was just... him.

"No," she answered softly, "he didn’t die."

"What happened, then?" Dallion's eyes narrowed slightly. "Did he run away?"

Sherryl hesitated, knowing Dallion wouldn’t let the matter drop until he got the full story. She sighed softly. "I don’t know. He went to work one morning and never came back. My mother said he just... disappeared."

Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App

Related chapters

  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.   They sold you

    Sherry hoped that her father was still alive and safe. A number of possibilities could be pulled up on what might have happened that the man had to leave his wife and daughter alone. One of them, the worst that her mother had to hear the most, was that her father had run away with another woman. Sherry didn’t believe it, though. Not with the stories she had heard from her mother about how they had spent their few years together. Another possibility that had come up was that he had been taken away by a rival mafia group. Because her father was a manager at one of the largest technological companies in the city and thinking about it now, she realized it was the Cross technology company. Though not many outsiders dared to mess with the Cross empire’s territory, it didn’t stop the lesser gangs residing in the shadows from taking people for their own personal use, even killing them. "You’re still waiting for his return," Dallion stated. Sherry didn’t answer him and instead stayed qui

    Last Updated : 2024-10-23
  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.   Eyes off my mouse

    "When I was in the confinement cell, there was a nail lying on the ground which I didn’t know of," no one could know with the full darkness one was surrounded by and left to spend time in. "I stepped on the nail." "Must have hurt really bad," his words suddenly turned gentle, but Sherry wasn’t sure if she heard it right. Dallion ran his thumb much more gently from one side to the other, making her heart leap and her body jerk. His grip remained firm around her ankle. Sherry could feel his hand touching her skin, the warmth of it making her fret. "Dallion?" she spoke softly, for him to respond with a hum. "What is it?" What was what? He was holding her ankle without letting go. "Could you please let go of my leg?" She kept her speech docile, with a certain passive aggressiveness in it, wanting him to drop her leg. But instead of listening to her request, Dallion only ran his finger over her feet. "Why, little mouse? Let me demonstrate something for you, so that you can keep

    Last Updated : 2024-10-23
  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.    If you ever need help

    Sherry was taken aback by the mild threat, and for a minute, she wondered if Dallion was joking about gouging the man’s eyes out. When she turned to look at the man, Rivers seemed to have stopped staring at her and had instead gone to fetch himself a drink. Dallion walked to one of the empty couches, where no one sat, leaning his back completely as he crossed his legs, eyes locking on the woman who was standing in the room with a young girl sitting down on her knees. "I see your little mouse has been taking good care of you," he chimed in, glancing at the boy who hadn’t raised his eyes to anyone but his mistress' legs, massaging her ankles now. "Luke is a lovely boy, isn’t he?" the woman smiled, looking down at her captive, whom she had personally acquired from a hidden auction, unlike Dallion, who had snatched Sherryl from the black market. "Your little mouse hasn’t learned the code of conduct for captives," the woman remarked, her red eyes sizing Sherry up. Sherry hadn’t dropp

    Last Updated : 2024-10-23
  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.   keep your emotions in check

    While Sherryl was lost in her own thoughts, the people in the room couldn’t help but keep their ears on Dallion's words. Captives, reduced to nothing but dust beneath the feet of mafia bosses and their powerful elites, were treated with derogatory remarks, degraded by their owners, as their lives belonged to the ones who had bought or captured them. Yet, very few actually called the captives by their real names—something that once in a while raised the eyebrows of the others in the room. Dallion, though noticing the gaze, didn’t bother with such trivialities when there were more pressing matters on his mind. While Sherry behaved as a good captive should, keeping her eyes and head down, she couldn’t shake the feeling of two pairs of eyes locked on her. Both belonged to mafia elites, but neither belonged to her captor. One was a man, the other a woman, the one who had wanted Dallion to allow her to punish Sherry, and the third eye she was now sensing was of the woman who had earlier

    Last Updated : 2024-10-23
  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.   spokes person for captive association

    Sherry could somewhat relate to this as she had seen or gone through things like this before. The city she used to live in, especially after her mother passed away, was far from what one would call decent, let alone luxurious. As Dallion had pointed out, if a person failed to bring in money, someone else in the family would have to step up to keep them afloat. Her city had been in a constant state of crisis, where jobs were scarce, and opportunities for a better life were even scarcer. The people barely made it through, and everything from food to basic necessities was overpriced, making it hard for anyone to live a decent life. Most of the city’s residents knew the dealings between the local officials and those in higher power. Money that was supposed to be used for development or relief always disappeared, never reaching the people who needed it most. The corruption ran deep, affecting everyone. "You think it’s right?" she asked Dallion. "Which part?" he replied casually.

    Last Updated : 2024-10-23
  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.   Ask something else

    The weather today seemed strangely better, with the sunset beginning to cast its fading glow, illuminating the horizon. It must have been because it had rained last night—enough to grant a break to the lands. Even though the sun's rays didn’t break through the window fully and weren’t warm, Sherry could still feel the heat just by the light touching her skin. It had been so long since she had seen sunlight, and an unconscious smile crept onto her lips. She turned her face toward the window, her eyes closed, savoring the fleeting warmth. Dallion noticed the small smile on her lips. Such a simple girl, he thought. He could see how she found joy in the smallest of things, completely oblivious to the darkness surrounding her. 'Dali, do you know what’s beautiful about this flower here?' echoed a voice from his past, without him even closing his eyes. 'It’s the simplicity. The flower doesn’t stand out like the rest.' Young Dallion had stared at the flower in the woman’s hand. 'Place a

    Last Updated : 2024-10-23
  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.   I answer only to him

    Reaching back the mansion, Sherry got down to follow right behind Dallion. Before becoming a captive, her hands and time were usually full—working endlessly to make her living, saving every dime so that one day she could use it—Her money! She realized the cash she had been stashing away must still be there unless someone had found it! More than anything right now, Sherry couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened to the money she had saved all those years. It wasn't much, just a good sum of seventeen hundred dollars, but it was the most she'd saved until now. Thinking about how her foster aunt May and uncle Larry had sold her off like a commodity for chump change made her stomach churn. She wondered if sharing a piece of it with them could’ve avoided this, kept her from becoming someone’s property. But then, she shook her head internally—there was no reasoning with scum like that. Her relatives didn’t deserve even a penny from her pocket after what they had done. Who knew peop

    Last Updated : 2024-10-23
  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.   That's what I like

    Nickison, the butler, was making his way from the dining room to the kitchen when he caught sight of Lady Rose doing what she did best—scolding and belittling the workers of the Cross empire. On a second glance, he realized it wasn’t one of the usual servants but Master Dallion’s little mouse, Sherryl Rain. His footsteps faltered. Rose didn’t spare anyone, not even those who weren’t part of the empire. The young mafia queen enjoyed watching the staff cower, asserting her dominance to remind them who held the real power. Even he, a long-standing butler, had not been spared from her biting tongue. After overhearing Sherryl’s defiant words, Nickison pressed his lips together, knowing trouble was brewing. He was well aware that the walls of the mansion were about to shake. "He’s my brother, so you’re indirectly obligated to serve me the same way you serve him," Rose taunted, shoving Sherryl’s head as though she were a toy to be played with. "Didn’t you hear me? Come to my room," she o

    Last Updated : 2024-10-23

Latest chapter

  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.   I need a taste

    When an unintended sigh slipped past her lips, it only seemed to fuel the fire already burning in Dallion’s touch. His grip on her tightened, his heart beating steadily, his eyes alive with something dark and dangerous. His control was slipping, and he knew it. Without another word, his teeth extended, sharp and eager. "I need a taste," he murmured, his voice rough with hunger. Before Sherryl could react, Dallion sank his teeth into the side of her neck. Her skin was —warm, rich, intoxicating, it was sweeter than anything he had ever tasted. It made him wonder if it was because of who she was, something about her making it more potent, more addictive. It was like drinking from something rare, something otherworldly. Dallion never cared for attachments, never let himself be bound to anyone. He had always been clear about that. Women came and went, serving a purpose but never staying long enough to matter. But ever since he had laid eyes on

  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.   i don't share... little mouse

    Sherryl stared at him. Was she imagining things, or was Dallion actually jealous? The thought alone sent an odd, fluttery feeling through her stomach, one she didn’t quite understand. "I don’t share, little mouse," Dallion said smoothly, as if reading her thoughts. "Did you really think I’d be fine with you standing on a stage, under bright lights, with hundreds of eyes fixated on you?" His tone was calm, but the possessiveness in it was unmistakable. He leaned in, his forehead almost touching hers. "Do you want to know when and how I fell for you?" His voice dropped to a whisper, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "I think it’s time I told you properly." Sherryl’s heart pounded. "I think it’s okay if you don’t," she blurted out, already anticipating the embarrassment that would follow. Dallion clicked his tongue. As she raised her hands to push him away, he caught them effortlessly, pinning them against the bed with a smirk.

  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.   Seduce men with your voice

    Sherryl, still quietly eating her apples, wished she could finish quickly and leave as well. Every meal in this house felt like a battlefield, tension thick in the air. She continued eating as discreetly as possible. Then, his father spoke. "You should stop spoiling the girl, Dallion. Your sister is right. We don’t want you being manipulated." His cold gaze flickered toward Sherryl, and she felt a lump form in her throat. "There have been plenty of cases where a simple girl like this has twisted her owner into doing unspeakable things—even wiping out their own family just at her word. And we both know you’ve already had your fair share of experience with betrayal." Dallion’s smirk didn’t falter. "Don’t worry, Father. I care about my family too much to kill them. Well… at least you and Grace. The rest? I can’t make any promises." His eyes drifted toward his younger half-sister. Rose’s expression darkened,

  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.   Screwing each other like animals.

    Here’s the revised version with the name changes.In the grand estate of the Cross family, the evening air was thick with the promise of an impending storm. The sky remained overcast, and a biting wind whispered through the halls. With winter creeping closer, the temperature had plummeted to an unforgiving low. If not for the warmth provided by the mansion’s insulated walls and flickering fireplaces, those unaccustomed to such cold would have perished.For the staff working in the Cross estate, survival was a luxury they didn’t take for granted. The grand halls and well-kept quarters provided a stark contrast to the bleak streets they might have otherwise called home.As the evening descended into dinner time, Dallion Cross and Sherryl Rain made their way into the dining room. Plates were brought out by silent staff, each movement practiced and precise. Sherryl, however, found herself staring at what was placed before her—a thick slab of raw meat, still red wit

  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.   I tolerate her

    Dallion studied her intently, his sharp eyes reading every flicker of doubt on her face. But he still answered, "You said you walked there because riots had blocked the main road. You took a different route and eventually found him. Later, you mentioned bringing him back, but by then, it was too late. Your mother’s condition had already worsened. What’s going on, Sherryl? Speak." His voice was firm, demanding. There was an unsettling confusion in Sherryl’s eyes as she tried to piece together the past. Then, out of nowhere, she asked, "If my mom could still be alive… does that mean she would allow me to look for him?" Dallion exhaled deeply, his expression unreadable. "Yes."He didn't want to give her false hopes, he knew her father left them and he was sure her mother wouldn't have allowed her to look for him. Sherryl nodded slowly, but she wasn’t convinced. If her father had left only to return years later, what

  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.   Has someone touched you before?

    Dallion held her closer, his grip softer now, unlike before. His hands weren’t restraining her wrists anymore—they were holding all of her, as if anchoring her. It wasn’t just his touch that had changed, but his voice too. It was calm, quieter than usual when he spoke. “Tell me, Sherryl. Do you find it difficult to trust someone with your feelings?” His words were firm yet patient. “You do realize I’m not letting you go until you tell me what’s going on?” Something had shifted in her. He had noticed the change immediately. Moments ago, she had been fine—her pupils had been dilated, her breathing slightly unsteady—but then, suddenly, she had gone still. Her heartbeat had steadied unnaturally fast, and her eyes had turned hollow, like she was somewhere else entirely. There was only one conclusion Dallion could come to. Had someone touched her before? Her voice was low when she finally answered. “It’s nothing serious.” Slowly, Dallion loosened his hold but didn’t let her mo

  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.   did something happen?

    Sherry barely had time to process the overwhelming sensations before her legs gave out. With a strangled yelp, she toppled sideways, arms flailing—only to land in an ungraceful heap on the floor.Dallion stared down at her, blinking. Then, slowly, a smirk curled his lips. “Well, that’s one way to show appreciation.”Sherry groaned, hiding her burning face in her hands. “I hate you.”“I know.” He crouched beside her, entirely too amused. “But if you were going to throw yourself at my feet, you could’ve at least done it with some dignity.”Bluebeard Lady chuckled from her corner. “She’s a fast learner. Even her falls are dramatic.”Sherry shot them both a murderous glare as Dallion effortlessly scooped her up. “Put me down!”“Not a chance,” he said, carrying her outside like she weighed nothing.The drive back to the Cross’s mansion was filled with Dallion’s teasing remarks—each one met with Sherry’s grumbled threats. But

  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.   You're mine to teach.

    The tent’s lanterns flickered softly, casting golden light over velvet drapes and aged artifacts. The scent of incense thickened the air, mingling with something more primal—the slow hum of anticipation.Sherry sat in the center of the room, wrists bound in silk, the smooth fabric a whisper against her skin. The ties weren’t meant for struggle, but for awareness—of herself, of the watchful presence behind her, and of the woman before her.Bluebeard Lady circled her like a patient instructor, a delicate silver chain swaying between her fingers. “Restraint,” she murmured, “isn’t about holding back. It’s about extending sensation, drawing it out until it becomes something unforgettable.”Sherry swallowed hard, feeling the heat of Dallion’s gaze from his seat across the room. He had yet to speak, but his presence was a force in itself—a quiet command.The woman knelt before Sherry, her fingers ghosting over her skin, feather-light. Even with

  • The Devil's Claim... His little mouse.   Beginning to understand

    Sherryl Rain kept her head low, focusing on the lesson, even though she knew how rare it was for someone of Grace’s status to take the time to educate a mere servant. Most high-ranking figures in the Cross Empire saw little value in teaching those beneath them. Grace glanced at the worn parchment in front of her before turning her cold gaze to Sherryl, the little mouse that belonged to Dallion. “We’ll stop here for today,” Grace decided, stretching as she closed the book. “I need to take my mother and sister out to the Valley. Would you like to come?” The offer sounded casual, but Sherryl could hear the subtle test in it. “Ever been there before?” Sherryl gave a slight nod. “Master Dallion is taking me somewhere today.” A truthful excuse, but also a way to avoid the suffocating tension she’d have to endure with Grace and her ever-judgmental sister. Without pushing for details, Grace dismissed her, and Sherryl exhaled a brea

Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status