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CHAPTER 20: Inner Struggle
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The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 21: More Reasons to be Panicked
We’re already in Mr. Davide’s Ferrari with bags of Chanel products he bought for me concealed on its trunk, but the reflection of my lycan on the store’s mirror plus the employee’s words about Mr. Davide’s previous women being in that same store as me still bother me. “Are you okay, Mackenzie? You’ve been very quiet,” Mr. Davide says. Of course I can’t tell him about my secret, but what I can discuss with him is the disconcerting fact that he brought me to the same store where he also brought his s.ex slaves. I shouldn’t be starting this conversation, but it’ll eat me alive if I don’t hear an explanation for it. So I’d rather have an argument with him than to feel disturbed during our entire trip. I say, “I found out that you also brought your s.ex slaves to that same Chanel store.” He’s hushed, shifting his gaze between me and his Ferrari’s front glass. His jaw is also tensing, but he’s trying to relax it every second or two. His silence creates a far stronger unbending air b
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 22: The First Night in Paris
Mr. Davide’s private jet takes off from the airport at around lunch time. The view from up top is breathtaking and the most noteworthy out of all nature's offerings are the featureless clouds that hug the crystal-blue sea and the miniature-like islands that are floating from across that sea. Oohs and aahs keep bolting out of my mouth. Goosebumps keep vibrating on my skin. I’ve never imagined that I’d get to ride a private jet let alone see this jaw-dropping bird's-eye view of Manila. The man, who I initially thought would give me the worst days of my life, is the one who’s actually offering me the best days of my life! “Thank you!” I say as I sling my eyes to Mr. Davide. “We’re not yet in the most exciting part,” he replies as he raises his glass of red wine to me. I lift my own glass of red wine and say, “Cheers!” The rims of our glasses clink as we make a toast. I take a sip on the wine. Its luscious, prominent tannins, moderate acidity and dryness perfectly complement its
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 23: A Rare Happiness
The sun is already high when Davide and I head down to the hotel’s beachfront. He has his button-down polo that exposes his buff chest and his knee-length shorts that exhibits his long, muscular, hairy legs. While I’m in my two-piece Chanel swimsuit that’s hidden underneath a white, long flowy cover up dress. Davide doesn’t release my hand from the time we step out of the penthouse until the time we arrive at the beach. He’s really doing his best to make me feel that I’m a girlfriend and not some kind of entertainer to him, which I really, really appreciate. We settle ourselves in one of the series of lounge areas a few meters from the sea. The lounge is a low, wooden platform, which has two beach beds that’s covered in white mattresses, a glass table and a transversely arched canopy. As I’m comfortably sitting on one of the beds, Davide pulls out a bottle of sunscreen from the tote bag I brought with me. He then waves it in front of his face and asks, “Do you want some?” “Sur
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 24: A Gift for Mackenzie
Our first night and first day in Paris are nothing but moments filled with love, passion and happiness. These kinds of moments are exactly what we wanna duplicate on our second day. Well, actually, the rest of our decades to come. It’s day two of our trip in Paris. Davide has a makeup artist and a hairdresser come up in the penthouse. While he’s busy in our bedroom preparing for whatever this corporate meeting is, I’m left with the makeup artist and the hairdresser in the massive living area. “My name is Lucas. I’m pleased to meet you, madame,” says the makeup artist in his French accent. “I’m Mackenzie. It’s nice to meet you too.”“Do you have any particular request for your makeup, madame?” he asks, while exaggeratingly flinching his fingers near his face.“Not really. Maybe something light, that’ll look complimentary on my jumpsuit,” I reply, before pointing to the deep blue jumpsuit hanging on a gold clothes rack along with my other dresses and clothes.“Your wish is my comm
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 25: Vivienne's Pride
Little by little, after some time of battling the fear that’s smoldering in my chest, I finally hear other noises aside from what my heartbeats are producing.“Mackenzie! Mackenzie!” Davide’s voice pirouettes in my ears, completely abating the aggressively loud thuds of my heart. Davide quickly squeezes the coat inside the box, then slumps the lid on the box, before carefully pulling me down back to my seat. “Water, please!” he yells. A few moments later, a staff member enters the room with three bottles of water in his hands. He offers me one, then lays the other two on the table, before stepping out again. Since I can’t properly think or move, Davide assists me in ripping the bottle’s cup. My hands tremble as I inch the bottle’s rim close to my drying lips. The coldness of the water that speeds through me alleviates a huge lump of the heat in my chest, giving me the ability to breathe well again. The blurriness in my eyes also disappears and the first one they capture when the
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 26: Weird Results
DAVIDE’S POV: Mackenzie’s palm is cold and her hand is trembling. The heaving of her chest is unusually unsteady and the breaths she’s producing is terrifyingly heavy. I no longer pay attention to the models on the runway coz my eyes refuse to depart from Mackenzie. They continue to study her, to analyze what’s wrong with her, what’s bothering her, what she’s actually feeling. But before I can achieve some clarification, a sudden alarm foams in the air when she lifts her chin up to gasp for air. “Mackenzie, are you okay,” I ask. She doesn’t respond, let alone glance at me. She continues to wheeze as her shoulders are drawing up. A few seconds later, the stiffness of her body slackens. Her shoulders and her back slump. They don’t stop slumping until her entire body slides down from her chair. I attempt to pull her up with our still clasped hands, but panic gets to me first that I’m unable to react fast enough. A thud echoes when her body hits the side of the runway stage. “Mackenz
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 27: A Blood-curdling Theory
The doctor redoes Mackenzie’s test and it comes out just the same - her blood is way hotter and her heartbeats and pulses are way faster than a regular patient’s. But as the doctor told me the first time, they can’t determine the reasons behind these abnormalities. “Davide, if you like, we can send Mackenzie’s blood sample and medical report to different laboratories here in France, so we could know if we should worry about her situation or not. If you still don’t get a satisfying result, then we can send her medical sample to the best laboratories in the US,” Vivienne says. Her suggestion is the only thing I can cling on to to reduce the anxiety that’s crisscrossing through my nerves. “That’s a good idea. I’ll do that. I can’t settle on the doctor’s words that Mackenzie isn’t sick when there are obviously abnormalities in her body. We have to treat whatever rare illness Mackenzie has before it’s too late,” I reply. The thought of losing Mackenzie generates moisture in my tight-
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 28: Insanity!
Based on the information I’ve read about lycanthropy, lycans have the ability to shapeshift into humans. Not only that they can look like us, but they can also speak, act and think the way we do. I squeeze my eyes shut while massaging the sides of my forehead with my fingertips and clutching my cell phone in my hand. I’ve not returned back to the bedroom coz it’s certain that I won’t be able to fall asleep, so going back there will only be a waste of effort. Plus, I might unintentionally wake Mackenzie up. I sit on the chair in the balcony, staring blankly at nowhere while my mind throttles with my insane thoughts about Macknezie’s oddly inexplicable medical results and Vivienne’s disturbingly unbelievable assumption about it. It can’t be possible that Mackenzie is a… is a… I can’t even bring myself to say the word as my memory trips me back to the moment I heard a growl of what seems to be from a huge, wild animal when I was forcing myself to Mackenzie the first day we met.
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The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER: The Start of Something Amazing
MACKENZIE’S POV: One of the greatest relief of my life is when Davide returns to the apartment safe and sound and unscathed. We spent the entire night in the living area with a mug of coffee each, talking about the surprising things he discussed with his brother, Gabrielle. I’m not sure if Gabrielle naturally has a good side in him that he never showed before or he’s just gotten scared to interact with any of the lycans again. Whatever it is that gave him a change of heart, I’m very glad about that. Davide is also very happy, more than happy than I am. How I wish I was able to hear how they talked to each other earlier, coz every time I saw them near each other before, disastrous things followed next. Two weeks have passed and we’ve finally gotten our passports and visas. Our last day in the Philippines gives me mixed emotions - sadness and excitement. I’m sad because I have to live thousands of miles away from my parents again. But I’m also excited coz leaving the country and goi
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 72: The Brothers
I roam my eyes around as I cautiously enter the coffee shop where Gabrielle asked me to meet him. The shop is not entirely small, but not entirely big either. There are only a few customers so it’s easier to verify if Gabrielle is among them,... and he’s not. I glance at the wall clock near the counter and it says quarter to four o’clock in the afternoon, which means I’m a little late. Is he also late? Or did he get impatient waiting for me and just leave? I walk towards the left part of the shop that’s hidden from the fixed, glass window that overlooks the parking space. “What can I have for you, sir?” a waitress asks the moment I take a seat. I’ve never been in this shop before, so I’m not really sure what kind of coffee or other menu they serve. “I’m still waiting for someone. You can give me your menu though,” I answer. The waitress nods, then pulls a piece of parchment-like paper from the board she’s clutching on her arm. She slides the paper in front of me and s
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 71: A Phone Call Not to Ignore
DAVIDE’S POV: Mackenzie and I head to the nearest branch of the Department of Foreign Affairs to get our new passports. I have no idea how to do all the processes on my own. Before, I always had one of my men do this stuff for me either in legal or illegal ways. But now, I’m experiencing what ordinary people do: to ride on un-air-conditioned jeepneys, which makes me sweaty and uncomfortable, to show up to obtain several documents from different agencies, follow a very long line and wait for an hour or so to be entertained by the agency’s employees. For all the illegal things I’ve done, I’m glad that none has ever been recorded to the National Bureau of Investigation. Otherwise, I won’t be able to apply for a passport or worse, I’ll be tossed to jail immediately before I can even get the chance to get out of the NBI office. Frankly, it’s quite fulfilling to be able to do the things I wasn't able to do before, especially doing it with my wife. The employee who assists us says that
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 70: The Honeymoon
Vivienne gives Davide and I another special gift aside from everything she already has given us. She pays for a luxury hotel a few kilometers from the Sunrise Inn, where we’re staying. That luxury hotel is where Davide and I will spend our honeymoon. I’m giggling whenever the word ‘honeymoon’ is being mentioned or is crossing my mind, as if Davide and I never made love before. Well, this is the first night that we’ll make love as husband and wife, so this night is gonna be more special than the ones prior. I step into the hotel’s black and gold bathroom, which has floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall fixed glass that overlooks the breathtaking beauty of Iligan City’s skyline. It’s hard to stop appreciating the jagged silhouette of the towering buildings, the popping lights from different angles, the tiny moving cars feets below me and of course, the dark sky that doesn't shy away from flaunting its twinkling stars and silver, arched moon. “So pretty,” I murmur. Standing up here makes
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 69: The Vow
.Alexa is kind enough to put light makeup on my face without putting additional charges on our bills. She also rolls my dark hair into a bun and adorned it with a jeweled barrette across to one side, letting some of my bangs messily, yet beautifully fall. Lastly, she dangles a veil on my head. The very second the veil touches my bare shoulders, a tingling sensation crisscrosses all over me. Oh, this is a deja vu! But this feeling is much better than the previous one I had. To complete the look, Alexa hands me a fake bouquet of assorted, white bridal flowers. “Done!” she says, giggling. Her giggleness transfers to me the moment I turn around and finally see myself in the mirror. My heart jumps in joy while my tears threaten to stream. I take a deep breath, flap my fingers near my eyes, while murmuring, “I can’t cry. I don’t wanna ruin my makeup.” Both Alexa and I chortle afterwards. That actually makes my tears retreat from my eyes. If I assume the prices of my wedding dress
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 68: The Preparations
I’m told that, while I was gone and fighting for justice, Vivienne helped Davide book our wedding in a church called San Lorenzo Ruiz Parish Church, which is located a few kilometers away from where we’re staying. They’ve also effortlessly booked a high-end restaurant for the wedding’s reception, even though there’s only five of us who’ll attend the ceremony. Now, our only problem left is to find my wedding dress, Davide’s three-piece, white suit and others’ formal clothes. It’s six in the morning when we start our travel, using the limousines that Vivienne rented, to find boutiques nearby that sell wedding attires and accessories. We’ve combed through the entire Iligan City and been to several high-end boutiques, but all of them can’t entertain us since they require a scheduled appointment first, which we don’t have the luxury of time to do so. Davide and Vivienne even offer to pay the prices of their clothes and dresses in three folds, but still, they get refused. Hours have alre
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 67: Finally!
MACKENZIE’S POV: Alpha Allen turns blue. He can't breathe, let alone move. What he’s feeling is the exact sensation I felt when he rejected me. However, I don’t feel that pain anymore. In fact, right after I accepted his rejection, I feel so much lighter and freer. I feel like heavy manacles that have been wrapping me for so long shatter. Into pieces I assist Alpha Allen onto the sofa. Then I rush towards the kitchen to get a glass from the cabinet and a pitcher of water from the refrigerator. When I rush back to the living area, his natural skin color is finally returning. His breathing is also calming. “Here,” I say while pouring some water into the glass. He takes the glass and empties it with one, swift gulp. “Do you want more?” I ask. “No, thank you,” he says, then he lays the glass on the table in front of him. There’s silence afterwards, a surprisingly ear-splitting silence between us. I wanna break free from it, but I don’t know how. When I attempt to say someth
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 66: The Mate-Bond
ALLEN’S POV: While everyone is celebrating and going home after the trial, I stay in the courtroom alone to clear my headspace. The ‘guilty’ verdict of my father’s trial is both a relief and a pain to me. Relief coz Mackenzie and our race get the justice they all deserve, and pain coz he’s my father. And seeing him in jail while awaiting his death sentence isn’t easy to take in. Be that as it may, as the next Main Alpha of the Golden Crest Pack, I have to accept his disastrous fate that he created himself.I consider visiting my father in jail, but since the tension between us is still really high, I postpone that plan and will just do it some other day or when the time is right. Instead of going home, like what others did, I head towards Mackenzie’s house to do something that I should've done before - to apologize to her regarding what I’ve done the other day, no actually, I wanna apologize for everything I’ve done.Frank and Ellaine welcome me to their house and direct me to thei
