All Chapters of The Mafia’s Pet: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

DiegoI stare at Vanessa like she has three goddamn heads as we stand facing each other. "I'm sorry...what did you just say to me?" I ask calmly, but with a dangerous edge to my voice.Vanessa doesn't flinch. With defiance blazing in her eyes, she meets my gaze head on. "I said I want a divorce, Diego. She repeats the words coldly as if they mean nothing to her. "I don't want to be here anymore. I don't want you anymore."I let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah, I think I may need to clean out my ears because what I'm hearing sounds like a load of bullshit."Her hand lands across my cheek with a sharp crack. It stings like a bitch, but my face doesn't move an inch. I grit my teeth and swallow down the surge of anger, knowing it's exactly what she wants. She looking for an excuse, any excuse, to walk away from me. To pack her shit and disappear to a place I won't be able to find her. But I'll never give her that satisfaction.I take a deep breath, and let it slowly. It's not just the slap that

VanessaThe two faint lines on the test stare back at me, confirming my worst fears—the reason why my period is so late. I'm pregnant. The uncertainty of whether this baby belongs to my husband or to my rapist tightens in my gut like a venomous snake. I sink to the floor, cradling my knees to my chest, allowing the tears to flow freely down my cheeks. My sobs echo off the tile walls, the anguish and loneliness too heavy to bear. Two months. It's been two months since Alicia was murdered, and her death is a constant weight on my chest. No matter how many times I try to blame Diego, I know that it's my fault she's gone. Celeste retaliated after I killed her son.And nothing will ever change that. Since the day she died, I've been a prisoner in my own mind. Most of the time, I feel hollow, but there are days when I just randomly break down. It feels like no progress has been made. There's still no justice for my sister, I have no fucking idea where my mom is, and Diego and I seem to

Diego Vanessa finally comes downstairs wearing the dress I had Danny pick up for her. Her hair, now straightened, falls gracefully to her upper back. The dress is red, with spaghetti straps and a thigh-high slit. It's a bit shorter than the sundresses she usually wears, but still long enough to keep her comfortable. When we first met, she was repulsed by dresses because of the bullshit her father instilled in her, but at least that's one thing that has improved in our time together. We just have to work on everything else Nathan ruined. Even now that she hates the collar, it glimmers proudly around her neck. "You look beautiful, Mama," I murmur, giving her a small smile. She barely glances at me, her eyes distant, as if she's dissociating. "Sure, whatever," she mutters. The car ride to my club is filled with a tense silence. Vanessa sits against the door, her gaze fixed on the scenery passing by. I notice her breath hitching, and her body is trembling slightly in the s

Vanessa The room falls silent as everyone takes their seats, signaling the start of the auction. From the back of the club, the naked women emerge and stride to the stage, standing in a line. My gaze lock on Nataliya, standing and front and center. She's a gorgeous woman with the body of a model. Her confidence draws the attention of every man in the room. Every man but Diego. I'm guessing, unlike the others, he sees enough naked women daily that he doesn't need to turn into a desperate, horny dog ready to hump someone's leg off. The thought of him seeing other women should probably make me jealous, but I'm just numb, unsure how to process my emotions anymore. I mean, I had been convinced that he was selling me today—that's how little faith I have left in his love for me. My stomach suddenly feels queasy, but I can't tell if it's because of the demon growing inside me, or this plan that Diego and Viktor plan to carry out tonight. Scanning the crowd, I notice Leo, Danny

Vanessa "Vanessa, how have you been doing?" Camila asks cheerfully as she sifts through racks of expensive clothing. Today I agreed to go shopping with Diego's sister, a welcome distraction from everything else. I've picked up a several new dresses for myself, along with a few pairs of heels. I know it pleases Diego that I'm actually getting out of the house, and I have more than enough protection. Danny stands guard at the door of the boutique, while the rest of his team sit outside in vans, waiting to spring into action as needed. It's been two weeks since I started therapy, and things are gradually starting to get better. I'm finally confronting the grief of losing Alicia and one day, I may even be ready to talk about Nathan. My therapist, Dr. Drake, is well-acquainted with the mafia. I'm sure Diego wouldn't have chosen her otherwise. I have too much blood on my hands to confess my sins to a regular therapist. Despite the progress I've made, a gnawing worry still cli