All Chapters of My Bloodthirsty Mafia Man: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

*Gwen’s POV*This was it. Today was going to be the day that I finally got to write a piece that I was proud of—one that I could stand up and declare was mine. While prepping for my current piece, I found another that I was sure Mr. Jeffers, my boss, would find equally as intriguing. A modern-day Dracula inspired story. If that wouldn’t get the public invested in our paper, then I don’t know what would. My heels stopped clicking on the tiled floor as I came to a halt in front of his office. I took in a deep breath, adjusted my silk blouse and black pencil skirt, then knocked on his door.When I heard a grunt from inside, I slowly opened it to find Mr. Jeffers sitting behind his steel desk. He didn’t greet me, as usual. I walked in and closed the door behind me, then took a seat in the office chair across from him. I tucked a piece of my curly brown hair behind me ear before beginning."Thank you for taking the time to meet with me, Mr. Jeffers. I have s

*Gewn’s POV*As I headed toward 154 Hollow Lane, the house where Darick lived, I felt a wave of excitement and thrill overtaking me. This was it! My mind was consumed by the fact that I was getting ready to capture the story of the year. My determination to prove my worth to Mr. Jeffers was unshakable, and I was certain that my phone would be ringing off the hook with offers pouring in from various news outlets across the globe once this story was released.As the sun started to dip below the horizon, I knew I had to pick up the pace if I wanted to wrap up my work before nightfall. I was almost at my destination, just a mere five minutes away, when my phone began to buzz. I took a quick glance at the missed call while waiting at a red light.Chelsea's number was on the screen, and I knew she was calling to check on me. I tapped the ignore button and shoved my cell phone back into my pant pocket. I wanted to tell Chelsea about my plans, but I knew she would ta

*Gwen’s POV*As I stood in the poorly lit and unsettling house, I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. It was drawled out and shaky, but it worked.The longer I lingered within the murky confines, the more my apprehension escalated. Although I had never encountered the infamous mafia, I had witnessed sufficient portrayals of their threatening demeanor in movies to realize that they were not to be trifled with. Nevertheless, I couldn't shake the persistent sensation that someone might be in dire need of my help. I walked to the old dusty couch and sat down. My thoughts were consumed with weighing my options. One possibility that came to mind was reaching out to the authorities. I contemplated informing them of the spine-chilling screams that pierced the air and then making my exit from the premises in a discreet manner once they arrived.When I realized I needed to call the police, I tried using my phone but couldn't get any reception. Dammit! I couldn't believe

*Darick’s POV*I carried her still body up the stairs and gently placed her on the guest room bed. Even in her state of unconsciousness, her stunning golden curls caught my eye, resembling the vibrant rays of a breathtaking sunrise. As someone who must shy away from bright light, for it can be the death of me, I felt strangely alive at that moment. I ran my hands through my hair and shook my head in confusion. What was I thinking? I couldn’t develop feelings for her. After all, she snuck into my home and, for all I know, could be a spy.'I should kill her now,' I thought as a wave of rage rushed through my veins. No! I'll call a meeting with the gang and take a vote. Normally, I didn't care about someone else's blood being on my hands, literally, for that matter. But there was something different about this girl. I knew I had to bring this matter to a vote. Besides, it was in our oath that such decisions would be addressed in our council meeting. I ran

*Darick’s POV*Her words echoed in my mind. Honestly, I was surprised. She had balls, that I’d admit. But there was no way she’d ever get the chance to expose me and my men. “You won't be saying a word to anyone," I whispered in Gwen’s ear, hoping I had made an error the first time with the blood oath enactment. "Try me," she whispered in return. I stared at the bite mark on her neck. I could still taste her blood on my tongue. It was sweet and intoxicating. Had I not been trained to restrain myself, I definitely would have sucked her dry. I took a few steps back. I had already tasted the richness of Gwen's blood, and the closer our bodies were, the more I felt myself drawn to sink my teeth into her again. Her blood was like perfume—I could smell it from a mile away. "Your stupid spell doesn't work,” she stated, as if she could read my mind. “Why don't you just let me go? We can pretend none of this happened and I swear on my life, I won’t say a word to anyone, ever."