บททั้งหมดของ A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Tracey’s P.O.V“What the hell was that for?” I screamed weakly, glaring at Ann as I tried to squeeze the cold liquid out of my soaked hair and clothes. I could hear the echo of my shaky voice bounce through the room as I spoke.I didn't know what I had done for Ann to do such to me, but, It was unwarranted of her. My body was still weak from the electric shock and now, I was trembling from the chills of the water too.Ann was just standing there with her smirk widening “What was that for?" She chuckled, repeating my exact words in a mocking tone, "Oh, dear Tracey, you should be thanking me. I just saved your sorry little life.” She said and tilted her head forward, to give me an innocent look. “You looked so peaceful on the floor, I almost left you there.”I clenched my fists, trying to keep my anger in check. Ryan told me I wouldn't be seeing much of Ann around, because, Damien had given her a month off her duties. So I was kinda worried about why she was back?? And worse in my r

Tracey's P.O.VWaking up the next morning to the morning rays sliding through the slightly opened curtain, I groaned out of bed, raising my head up to see Ryan standing by the window side. "Good morning Ryan" I yawned, "What are you doing here?" I asked but instead of a response, he looked down at me, making me look at myself too.Argggh! I slept off with the towel on. He shook his head, turning to the door "The boss wants you to get dressed." He said coldly as he hurriedly twisted the door knob in a bid to leave. I frowned. Ryan didn't even respond to my greetings.That was weird. If it was any other of Damien's men that spoke to me with such a cold tone, and acted in such a manner, I wouldn't be surprised, but this was Ryan, the guy had been incredibly nice to me since we met.What happened? Was he finally aware of what my father took from Damien? Something tells me it wasn't just about the money anymore.From the look of the aesthetic of this house, and with all I have seen so

Auction me off?I couldn’t wrap my head around it. How could Damien think of this as a solution?Selling me to who exactly? My dad? It was no longer news that man wouldn't bat an eye even if I was shot dead in his presence.And me agreeing to serve as collateral was all because of Rosie and not him.I blinked, trying to process what Ryan had just said about the situation being complicated,How complicated was it for Damien to result in bidding me off?“Get up, Tracey,” Ryan’s firm voice ordered, lacking its usual bite. I could tell he was also not okay with this.“Don’t... don’t do this,” I whispered, my voice unexpectedly shaky.He sighed, crouching beside me on the floor, I could tell his eyes were filled with pity and regret “I'm sorry Tracey, but, you should know I have no say in this.As he spoke, a lump formed in my throat, and I swallowed it down, my eyes reddened from the reality of the situation. There was no way breaking down right now, in front of Ryan would help in any way

DAMIEN'S P.O.V“Useless! Fool!“ My voice boomed across the room in anger. I couldn't hold back the anger in me as I slammed my hands on the table spiking the drink across the files.What do you mean by you can't find Tracey?“ I barked, my anger flaring above the roof.“I'm sorry boss, but, it all happened too quick and I—““Don't you dare complete that sentence, Marcus.“ I snapped shutting him off. “Do you get the gravity of the situation? Do you know what's at stake by losing her?“ I yelled, and Marcus ran a hand through his hair.“I'm fucking asking a question, Marcus!““Yes boss, but, I swear, it wasn't intentional.“ He raised his face up, his eyes desperate for a search of understanding. "The car started acting up and I stepped out, trying to check for the fault, when I felt something, like... a prick on my neck.“ He paused, raising his head “ Then everything went black. When I woke up, the car was gone, and she was gone."I froze, my blood running cold. "What do you mean a needl

“Isabella, listen,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady even though my heart was pounding. “I don’t want you to get in trouble, but if you can just find a way to get me out of here, quietly, I promise I would leave, and no one will ever know you helped me.”She frowned, her small hands twisting the hem of her dress nervously.I pulled closer to her, my bruised hands finding their ways into hers, squeezing them slightly. “But the storeroom is locked from the outside, and Papá keeps the keys with him...” She muttered batting her eyelids against each other.Of course, he does. There's no way he'd drop the key so carelessly.“Do you know where he keeps the keys?” I asked, trying not to let my desperation show.Isabella nodded hesitantly. “Sometimes, he leaves them on the table in his office. But there are guards outside... and I’m scared.”I felt a pang of guilt hit me on my chest. She was just a kid, and here I was, about to drag her into something she had no business being involved