All Chapters of A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I wiped my hands on my apron, my feet aching from the double shift at the small Italian restaurant where I worked. The dinner rush had been brutal, with tons of impatient customers and endless orders, and my boss, old Mr. Romano, had insisted I cover for someone who called in sick. I didn’t mind the hassle of the restaurant. Work was my escape from my complicated home. When I was finally done, I pulled the apron over my head, sighing in relief of a well-served day. Soon, it would be payday, and I could finally give Rosie that little notebook she’d been asking for. Rosie, my younger sister who was just nine, loved to draw. Her sketches had a way of bringing beauty to our messy life. I quickened my steps, eager to get home and see little Rosie and Mom. My relationship with Dad wasn’t great ever since I caught him cheating on Mom. His temper had been flaring more often lately, and I didn’t want him to lash out at me. Mom always thought I was at fault for hating my dad. She doesn't kn

I paced the room anxiously, biting my nails. The hours were ticking by too quickly, and I had no escape plan in mind.Damien’s words replayed in my head: “There’s a party tonight, and I want you to get ready, you're tagging along.” He had meant it as an order, but all I heard was an opportunity.Maybe my only chance to run.I had just twenty-four hours left, and waiting for my father to show up with the money was pointless. A million dollars? He’d never come through. I couldn’t stay here anymore.I sighed, tugging at the hem of my plain black pants and simple white top. They weren’t formal, but they were the most comfortable clothes I could find from the small wardrobe Damien had given me.I glanced at myself in the mirror, running my fingers through my damp curls to push them out of my face. A knock sounded on the door, I froze, my heart leaping into my throat. For a moment, I thought about not answering, but I knew better. Damien wasn’t the type to be kept waiting.“I'm coming,” Da

Damien's POVI leaned back, trying to keep my temper in check. “If it were that simple, don’t you think I would’ve done it by now? And let’s not forget, Skylo, I asked you to get me her fucking father or my fucking money...not some fucking teen girl who can't control her damn emotions. What the fuck do you expect me to do with a fucking child, huh?” I groaned frustrated by it all.He chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. “She was fun and challenging, I thought she'd bring spice into your boring life, you know. And she's actually doing a great job stressing you nuts right now”“Shut up,” I snapped, running a hand through my hair. Skylo tilted his head, and he gave me a slightly serious expression “You can't keep her locked up forever, What's the plan here? Wait until Daddy dearest comes crawling back?”"I don't intend to.""Look, Damien. You’ve got options. Kill her and be done with it, or—”“Don’t test my patience,” I warned, getting infuriated by the thought of it. “Killing her is off

Tracey's POVMy head throbbed, and my mouth tasted like something had crawled up in and died. I groaned and tried to move, but realized I was stiff.What the—?I blinked, adjusting my eyes to the ray of light seeping through the window. The first thing I saw was, the demon, Damien sitting pretty in his chair beside the bed. His arms were crossed, watching me like I was some particularly irritating puzzle he’d just solved.“You’ve got some nerve, little girl,” he said, his voice low and sharp, cutting through my grogginess.My stomach dropped.“The audacity to try and kill yourself,” Kill myself?? Oh, snap! He knew already.It all came rushing back—the guards talking about the poison, me sneaking into the medicine cabinet, and swallowing two pills before dragging myself into Damien's office. I’d thought I was dying when he told me to kneel. Honestly, I didn't expect to wake up at all. Not that I wanted to.But here I was, back to reality.I stared at him, my brain didn't even to sear

Ann kept on humping her wet mouth around my cock, stretching to take in all the size.... I closed my eyes shut, trying to block Tracey out of my thoughts and instead focus on enjoying the moment with Ann. It was damn hard as all I did proved fruitless. All I could think of was that blabbing tongue of Tracey's circling around my groins. “Dammit,” I muttered under my breath, forcing my head back against the chair. Ann didn’t stop—she knew better. Her pace quickened, her hands working in unison with her lips, trying to pull me back into the moment. I let out a soft moan of pleasure as I pushed on Ann's head to go deeper and faster. Just as I was starting to feel the faint bulge of release, my phone buzzed on the table beside me. My eyes snapped open, and my grip on Ann’s hair tightened. "Fuck! " I cursed pulling her head away as I stretched to get my phone off the table. Her lips parted, swollen and red, but she didn’t complain. Instead, she waited, kneeling with my built up cock i