All Chapters of My Bloodthirsty Mafia Man: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

*Darick’s POV*I stormed into my office and began tearing through papers and books. I needed to formulate a plan of some sort—one that would help save this Chelsea woman, and also protect Gwen. To be honest, after what she said to me, I didn’t know why I was still helping her.But I was.I growled. Situations like this are why I don't get into relationships. I knew the minute I started having feelings for Gwen, her life was going to be in danger. Love was a weakness, and arsenal for your enemies. It was even worse as a vampire.Edward once told me love would be the death of vampires. We aren't made for love, only lust. We are demonized and shunned—we'll never be accepted. I should have listened to Edward. But here I was, searching the room for answers to help someone who had already turned her back on me.To top it all off, I’d be getting a summons from the Elders soon regarding the last fight. Too many issues had gotten out of my control under my leadership. Ther

*Darick’s POV*Viktor turned off the van headlights and slowly approached the back entrance of what used to be our headquarters. My stomach churned each time I saw what used to be our territory. I could still picture the community of vampires laughing together during an evening event.I shook my head. Now wasn’t the time to get sentimental. Gwen and Chelsea’s lives were on the line. I grabbed my walkie-talkie and contacted Amber, who was scanning the area a few miles away."Amber. Come in. Do you copy?”"I can hear you, Darick. Are you guys in the tunnel yet?" she responded. "No. We just arrived. I know you're far out, but how are the skies looking?" The question was code for if there were any rival vampires out to make sure our path was clear. We also didn't know if Amon had any systems that could track our frequency."Skies are clear tonight, Darick," Amber responded."Roger that. I'll get in touch with you soon.""Ok. Be safe. I won't b

*Darick’s POV*My mind was running rampant. I couldn’t calm down, I couldn’t find peace of solace.The way Amon touched her…grabbed her. He was going to kill Gwen, and as a result, I was going to kill him.All I thought of was death. Pure and torturous death. Until I saw her when she stepped out of the car at the house. She came around to the passenger side door and opened it. The way she maneuvered Chelsea around her as Wendall helped…she was so delicate, so soft.And I felt my body finally relax, and my mind come back into consciousness. Before I knew it, I was racing toward Gwen and helping her and Chelsea to Gwen's room. Once Chelsea was in Gwen’s bed, Gwen’s attention fell on me. I could feel her assessing my wounds. They hurt, but I’d heal. I was more concerned about her.“Are you okay?” I asked.Gwen nodded. “Are you?”“I-I will be,” I answered, my voice still hoarse from all the screaming. “I’m going to check on the others. I’ll come back as soon

*Gwen’s POV*"Gwen?" Darick called out to me, pulling me from my daze.“I’m not going anywhere,” I said suddenly, resolute in every decision I’d ever made.“What do you mean?” Darick asked as the light from the candles flickered in his eyes. "I'm saying I want to be with you, and I'm choosing to be with you. Not because of a blood oath, but because…well, because I love you, too." Darick’s eyes softened, and he reached over, delicately, and slid a hand under my chin. "But it's dangerous to be with me,” he whispered as he gazed into my eyes with an intensity that I had never seen before. "I've been put under a blood oath, bitten by an evil mafia lord, and I've watched multiple gruesome attacks. Why should I be afraid now if that didn't break me?"Darick studied me, his glowing eyes flickering back and forth between mine. "Who are you, Gwendolyn Jones?" he asked.I smirked, and without hesitation, he grabbed my face and pressed his lips against m

*Gwen’s POV*When Darick returned home, I was ecstatic. No, even that’s not the right word. It’s been three weeks, and I still couldn’t find the right word. Either way, I was a wreck while he was gone. Viktor and Isabella told me why he was taken, and it made sense. The council was there to make sure the vampire world didn’t get exposed, but also to make sure that the vampires themselves, led with honor and dignity. That those who deserved to be in power, were. But they never told me what was happening to him because even they didn’t know, and that put my mind into a tailspin. Chelsea being there helped, but when Darick returned, I jumped into his arms and thanked whatever gods existed for his safety. Darick told us the details of what happened, how Lord Silas turned on him and would likely be stripped of his title, but even still, Darick didn’t blame him. Sure, he was angry, but he knew Lord Silas was doing it because he thought that Darick truly was unfit