All Chapters of Her Mate Turns out to be the Mafia King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

37 Chapters

The Curse of My Ex-boyfriend

Mila's POV “Where is it? I know this isn’t everything!” My stepmom has been shouting since the second I walked in and even though I’ve told her multiple times that I’m not hiding any money, she doesn’t believe me. Of course, that’s not entirely true. I have been hiding money from her. The tips I’ve made during my time working have been going into a jar hidden in my room. It’s the money I use for school, and I will never hand it over to her. Going to school is the only thing that will help me get out of this place. Even though I’m technically an adult, I don’t have anywhere to go yet. “Are you listening to me?” My stepmom’s high pitch screech snaps me back into the present and I lower my eyes to the floor. “Yes. But I’m telling you the truth…” I risk looking up at her. She’s a beautiful woman, but underneath is a monster. “…I don’t have anymore.” I finish off my reply, only to feel a sharp pain across my cheek. It isn’t the first time she’s done this, but this time feels differe
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You'll Need to Trust No One

Julian’s POV I caught a whiff of a peculiar fragrance, which made me feel a bit uneasy all over. Just as I was in a daze, I was given a nudge. A gentle nudge catches me off guard, a push so delicate that I barely register it. A girl stepped into my line of sight, so my eyes drop to hers and those amber and beautiful eyes are burning with hatred toward... Toward me? Who the hell is this girl to be looking at me like that? But why does the fragrance is so near? Comes from her? “How dare you say something like that? Women are not play things to use and throw away any time you please! I don’t care what you told her. She deserves some respect!” Her words might as well be wielding pitchforks. She's not about to wait around for applause. With a final huff and an eye-roll that could rival any teen drama, she turns on her heels, storming off with enough drama to put a soap opera to shame. As if under some spell, my gaze remains glued to her retreating form, tracking her until she blend
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Luck Always Runs Out

Mila’s POVAs it turns out, I misread my schedule. It turns out that my classes don’t start until tomorrow, but I was supposed to start my new job right after my last class.It would be a waste of time for me to take the bus home just to leave again, so I text Isabella to see if she can pick me up. She had an appointment with her councilor today, so she should still be on campus.It only takes her a few seconds to answer.Izzy: I’ll be done in ten minutes! Are you okay waiting for a bit?Me: Of course. No hurries.Izzy: Thanks babe! I’ll see you in a little while. (Kissy face emoji)I smile down at her text.She’s always so upbeat and ready to go for anything, which still makes me wonder why she picked me as a friend. I’m a lot more quiet and standoffish than her, but what do they say? Behind every extravert is an introvert. Well, that is definitely true for the two of us.I find an empty table near the school coffee kiosk and sit down to wait. A few whispers float my way, but I ignor
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Meet Julian Again

Mila’s POV “You should buy something for your new job! Or is it one of those places with a dress code?” Isabella asks when we stop at the first store. I follow her as she browses the racks and my eye lands on a shiny blue dress. It looks like something I see a lot of girls wear at clubs, and it’s beautiful. I’ve never worn anything that flashy or form fitting, but the urge to try it on is strong and Isabella must see it because she walks over and grabs it. “Come on!” She chirps before grabbing my hand again and dragging me to the fitting room. “Try it on.” I do as she says and step into the small room. First, I look at my reflection. I don’t wear any makeup or nice clothes, so most of the time I look really plain. It’s a side effect of trying to be completely invisible in this town. When I’m sick of looking at myself, I turn my back to the mirror and strip my clothes off. If I turned back around, I would see the many scars on my body. This dress isn’t leaving this store with me
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You Remember Me

“That’s right. You remember me.” His words show like: I see I made an impression.Uh, he’s one of those guys who thinks he’s god’s gift to women.My internal radar beeps with a warning. He exudes the air of a man who's accustomed to turning heads, perhaps too aware of his own charm. It's a type I've learned to be wary of—someone who believes he's the ultimate prize in the game of attraction.I hate guys like that.“Not exactly.” I say and move around him to head down the hallway.“Really? Then how did you know who I was?” His words seem to insinuate, "I caught your attention, didn't I?" It's precisely the kind of arrogance I've come to disdain. I just try to ignore him.“You're not as timid as you were. Which one is the real you, huh?”He goes on from behind me.I whirl around to face him and rest my hands on my hips. “Look. This is just some sort of weird coincidence. We met at the bus stop and nothing more. Now, this is my first shift, so I can’t be late. Excuse me.”As I pivot an
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Just the Beginning

Mila’s POVI feel a gush of warm liquid smash against my skin and across my chest and down the side of my face. My eyes blink rapidly as I try to process the scene in front of me. All the sounds of chaos around me fad into a steady ringing sound when I look down at my hands and see them covered.Blood. It’s blood.My eyes lift to where the man who had been touching me is clutching his hand to his chest. One of his friends grabs his arm and wraps it around the bloody mess. His head snaps to me and he starts toward me.That’s when the noise snaps into place, and I stumble back. Someone from behind me wraps their arms around me, pining my arms to my side. I struggle against him, but he turns and pushes me against the bar counter and pushes my head down on the counter with his arm. He pins me there and I feel something cold and metallic against my lower back and a tug that causes my shirt to rip down the middle of my back.The fabric drops past my shoulders and a sob escapes me.“Well, it
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Come Here, Mila

Mila’s POVHis lips are firm as he kisses me with violent desperation. I start to feel lightheaded as he moves his hands back down my back, and I can’t help the way I grind down against him. The small sparks from his touch are making me want so much more. My whole body feels like it’s slowly catching fire and yet I need more of his warmth. So much more.The wind is knocked out of me for a whole other reason when he flips us over and dives in to kiss me without skipping a beat. In my head, I know this isn’t a normal thing for us to be doing, given the fact that this morning I tore him a new one for being rude to another girl. It’s the fact that he’s technically my boss and I don’t know a thing about him. I’m not someone who hookup with random guys, but I can’t seem to help myself. His touch is making em ache for more, like I can’t go another second if I don’t have more of him.Why is this feeling so intense?He breaks away from our kiss and treats a trail down the side of my neck as he
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Mate

Mila's POVI could say no, but it’s as if there is a thread between us and he’s tugged it so hard that I can’t help but move toward him. It would have been sexier if I crawled to him across the bed, but since I don’t know where things are going now, I decide to climb down off the bed and walk around it to stand next to him. He looks up at me and then down at his shirt as he slowly unbuttons it. My eyes follow the motion until the last button is undone, and he pulls the shirt the rest of the way off, leaving his toned chest and stomach on display.A second later, he wraps a hand around my wrist and tugs me forward until I’m close enough that he can pull my hand and place it over his injury. He leads my hand across the area, but all I feel is smooth skin and the tense way his muscles are bunched up.“See? You healed me.” He says.I look back at him and see a smirk that I’m quickly associating with him now on his lips.“So there is nothing else stopping me from having you. Right. Now.” H
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Did I Tell You to Stop?

Julian’s POVMila tries to cover herself, but I snap at her.“Don’t hide yourself from me.” I warn her.Her eyes widen, but she gives me a small nod and relaxes again.“Now, hold still.” I tell her because I don’t want to hurt her.I can tell by the smell of her she’s human, even with the power she possesses. That means I could kill her if I’m not careful and I don’t want to do that. She’s too beautiful and smells too delicious to end in such a brutal way. So I take a deep breath and cover her now naked body with mine and the second our skin touches, my power fluctuates until it becomes a steady pulse of electricity that matches the beating of her heart.My body is reacting to her like it never has to anyone else, but I try not to focus on what that could mean. I think that's just an illusion. She's just too pretty.Right now, all I can focus on is getting some relief.“Ready?” I ask her.Also, something I rarely do, but like I said, I don’t want to hurt her. She nods and I smirk down
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Sounds Like Fun

Mila’s POVMy body feels sore and my eyes feel too heavy to open, but something feels off. I fight a battle against the urge to get comfortable and continue sleeping, and when I finally open my eyes, I notice Julian isn’t in bed next to me. I lift my head and glance around the room, but I don’t see him. The blankets pool at my waist when I move to sit up and I quickly grab them to cover myself. I look around the room and don’t see any sign that Julian was even here. What I do see is my shredded clothing on the floor.Where did he go?I don’t know what to do. My clothes are ruined, which means I’m stuck unless I can get someone to bring me something. I wrap the blanket around myself and climb off the bed and rush over to my pants to find my phone. When I pull it out of the back pocket, I see a dozen text messages and seven phone calls from my stepmother. Shit.There’s nothing I can do about her until I get some clothes, so I try not to think about that mess just yet. Instead, I pull up
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