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CHAPTER 42: No Secrets to Hide
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The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 43: Something Surprisingly Unsurprising
Warmth pumps up on my cheeks and neck while I stare at my engagement ring and whisper inwardly ‘I’ll soon become Mrs. Ocampo’. I have had a ruined wedding before, so there are some jitters in my stomach at the thought of wearing a new wedding dress while walking down the aisle again. What makes the jitters go wilder is the fact that Mr. Alessandro will be, in no doubt, against our wedding. But, being that the case, my exuberance and excitement about our wedding can’t be eclipsed by any form of possible setbacks. I can feel it. I can sense it. And I’m manifesting it. My wedding with Davide will happen in the most amazing way it can. When my happy thoughts get tired of gripping me, I head towards the kitchen downstairs to make a great impression on Davide as his future wife. I know how to cook simple and rustic food, but for today's lunch, I wanna prepare something special. Luckily, there’s a rack of culinary magazines at the kitchen counter that can guide me. So, I grab one and che
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 44: The Result
Inside the powder room, which is a few steps from the dining area, I take off my p.anties and insinuate the pregnancy test strip in my urine stream while I pee. Once done, I place the test strip on top of the marbled sink while I clean myself up. And with bated breath, I wait for the result. My heart keeps smashing my chest and my nerves keep twisting underneath my skin. Five minutes in and there’s no result yet, making me go crazy. “Come on. Come one. Come on.”My body has been stiffed up since the doctor showed me the test kit and my body stiffed more when the test kit landed on my palm. However, that stiffness degenerates to an extreme when the result finally flaunts itself to me - two colored lines!“I’m pregnant,” I murmur, still in shock.Excitement. Nervousness. Happiness. All these joggles through me, competing against each other which among them is the strongest. Tears fill my eyes. A smile wreaths on my face. And a soft chuckle flies loose from my mouth. “I’m pregnant,”
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 45: Making Up
DAVIDE’S POV: It pains me to doubt the baby in Mackenzie’s womb. I love her. I wanna be with her. I wanna have my own family with her, to have my own children with her. But, it’s only been almost two weeks since we’ve met and her explanation about this one-day pregnancy result thing is mind-boggling. Besides that, she had an ex-fiancé, who’s possibly the father of her child. I sink my elbows on my legs as I brush my hair to the back of my head with my hands. I then clutch my hair at the nape of my neck while dipping my head down low. I shouldn’t be questioning Mackenzie’s situation when I’m not really that knowledgeable about lycan’s body. Apart from that, she’s pregnant and she doesn’t need all this stress. I gotta do something to fix what I’ve broken somehow. I take off my phone from my pocket and dial Sebastian’s number.After a few rings, he picks up my call. [“Hey! What’s up, Mr. Ocampo? Anything else aside from a doctor and a chef?”] “Yes, I need you to send me a bouquet
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 46: Riddles
ALESSANDRO’S POV: I aggressively get to my feet, then strike my desk with my tightly clenched fists, making Gustavo and my men jolt. Fury inflames my body. Its heat blisters my flesh and boils my blood. “Davide can’t take away my most precious subject! If I lose that subject, I’ll lose multi-billions of dollars!” The heat nips my throat, hurting it so much that I have to gulp a glass of water after speaking. I then plod the glass back on my desk. The impact of it causes the glass to splinter and its remaining water to spill. Gustavo awkwardly grins while scratching the back of his head. I focus my glare at him, turning his awkwardness into nervousness. He then transfers his hand from the back of his head to his thick eye glasses to… well, to just fidget. “I understand that our subject’s disappearance will be a huge loss to us, especially to you since you’re the one who’s financing our experiment,” he says. “But, I suggest that you calm down. We can’t dismiss the probability
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 47: The Lead
I turn my gaze to my laptop’s screen and say, ‘We’ll talk again’, before turning it off. I then return my attention to Rogelio and motion for him to continue. “Boss Gabrielle has successfully tracked Boss Davide’s phone call history using a special software he installed in his laptop. Though the software can’t let us hear the actual phone calls he had, it can let us identify who he’s calling and who’s calling him. And there’s only one phone number that he’s contacted in the last few days. Upon verifying our gang’s contact lists, that phone number belongs to Sebastian Madrid.” “Sebastian Madrid,” I repeat under my nose while stretching a smirk on my face. I slouch my back back on my chair, then add, “Prepare around twenty men and twenty more backups. Tonight, we’ll make a surprise visit at Sebastian's hidey-hole.”“Yes, Boss Alessandro,” Roger says.All the wicked things I can do to that man are spiraling inside my now quite relaxed mind. I wonder what would be the best death for h
The Mafia's Lycan Slave Chapter 48: The Beginning of the End
DAVIDE’S POV: Mackenzie giggles as she explains what kind of a wedding dress she wanna wear for our wedding tomorrow. Her cheeks are flushed, her smile is stretched from ear to ear and her blue eyes are brimmed with excitement and delight. “I want a form-fitting, ivory dress with long illusion-lace sleeves,” she says. “Oh! I have many dresses like those in my shop. How I wish you can be there directly so you can choose the best one,” the designer replies, also with an excited and delighted grin. Mackenzie’s smile withdraws a bit when she glances at me. Needless to ask why, I can sense that she wanna do what the designer has just said. I smile at her, a brittle one. It’s not easy for the both of us to continue hiding in a place where there’s almost no one to talk to and almost the same things to see. So I understand that she wanna get out of here from time to time. But I also hope that she understands why I can’t give her what she wants just yet. I turn to the designer and s
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 49: The Attack
I tuck four pistols in my holsters that are hung around my waist, then I dangle a rifle across my chest and aim it in front of me. Each muscle of mine is tensed up. They’re heated up, producing sweat to smear my skin. My sight is laser focus towards the stairs that lead to the door - the only way in and way out of this basement. Every step I take closer to that stairs makes my heart more ill at ease. But even if my heart bursts in anxiety, I have no other choice but to keep prowling, waiting for my enemies, who were once my associates, to make the fatal move. I stop and stay low beside the stairs. For a good amount of time, there’s nothing so far but the same ceaseless explosions of bullets from somewhere outside my mansion. I’m glad that my mansion’s walls and glasses are bullet-proof, which will make my enemies not only lose patience and precious time, but lose hundreds if not thousands of bullets. By the time they’re here, I’ll have the advantage. I glance at Mackenzie, who’s s
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 50: The Cruel Man
ALESSANDRO’S POV: An ear-splitting boom reverberates when the grenade that one of my men threw explodes. The impact of the explosion hurts my eyes and deafens my ears a little for a short while. Billowing around are coarse, pungent dusts and bright orange, flickering embers and flames. The dust and the smoke make it hard to see and to breathe that my men and I have to move away from the basement’s entrance until the effect of the explosion subdues. I turn to Sebastian, who’s coughing hard as if he’s about to die. Then I anxiously ask, “You’re sure that that basement is large enough that a small grenade won’t be able to fully destroy it, right?” He nods his head with closed eyes and dangled tongue. If that basement is large enough, I hope that Davide and my subject manage to hide somewhere where the explosion won’t reach them. I may be a cruel man, but I’m still a father. And the experiment will be smoother if we get the subject alive. My heart ripples in anxiety as my men and
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The Mafia's Lycan Slave BONUS CHAPTER: Cedric
MACKENZIE’S POV: Three years later… The joyful guffawing and the running footsteps of Davide and Cedric fill our low-fenced front yard as they toss a soft, plastic ball to one another. Cedric looks so much like his daddy, physically. His dark, curly hair drifts against the breeze while his gray eyes moisten and his chubby cheeks redden due to almost non-stop laughing. Both of them have sweat and soil smearing on their faces and clothes, but none of them wanna dare to even take a break to wipe themselves clean. This has been their morning routine ever since Cedric learned how to walk on his own, and Davide is enjoying every minute of it. I, too, enjoy the scene, though I’m not allowed to join them yet. I place a pitcher of freshly squeezed apple juice and two empty glasses on a tray. Then I carry that tray towards the front porch and lay it on the white-painted wooden table. “Boys,” I say to call their attention. Though Davide makes an effort to glance at me, Cedric doesn’t.
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
