All Chapters of A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Tracey's P.O.VThe Dungeon was worse than any nightmare I had ever imagined in my entire life.The metallic stench emitting from this place was enough to make my stomach churn.I raised my head up to look around the place. The air in here was as suffocating as the thought clouding my head.My hands were trembling, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop them. This place was terrifying, and I was certain no one would ever find me here, not even Damien.What had I done? I muttered inwardly, hot tears rolling down my cheeks.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the scary thoughts floating into my mind.I never should’ve tried to escape and worse, I shouldn't have dragged little Isabella into this mess. She was just a little girl, and I’d put her in danger all because I thought I could outsmart another dangerous Mafia leader.One thing I realized from my few meet with Don Pablo was that he wasn't like Damien.Damien was ruthless and cold to his enemies, but he had some sense of contr

Damien P.O.VThe moment he referred to me as “In-law”, my body tensed from anger,“Enough games, Deigo.” I warned, my tone was colder than the air outside. “Where the fuck is she?” I asked again, this time with no intent to act cool.Diego smirked, leaning back in his chair. “And here I thought this was a social visit.““A social visit? Yet, your men was waiting for me with their gun cocked, ready to attack” I scoffed.“They were just doing their job. I'm sure you understand.“ he chuckled.“Let's be frank, Deigo, you know I’m not here for pleasantries,” I grunted leaning forward slightlyDeigo had a way of getting on my nerves.He raised his hands up in mockery “ Do you mean my daughter, Camillé?” He feigned ignorance.“Don’t waste my time, Deigo” I warned, controlling my anger at the old man seated in front of me. “You know exactly who I’m talking about.”Deigo leaned back, his cigar balanced between two fingers. “You come into my house, uninvited, and start barking orders like a rab

TRACEY'S P.O.VDon Pablo was an evil reincarnated as human. I couldn't believe such a psychopath existed. Beneath his perfect smile was a demon ready to unleash.When he moved closer to me, ordering me to beg, I had to bring out the last ounce of fight I had in me.That was the worst mistake I made.He urged his guard and they came barging in two, with one holding my both hands into the air.“What do you think you're doing.“ I gasped, uncertain how to react to their sudden grip.Don Pablo stared at the video in his hands and then back at me “This video doesn't look believable sweetheart. Your crocodile tears alone won't bring a man like Damien running over.““We need to make it look…believable…” Don Pablo grunted and I stared in confusion.“W-what”“Spiner, get to work.“ He ordered moving back to the seat in front of me, and the huge man standing in front of me etched closer with a smile.“Please…don't.“ I begged, not knowing what he wanted to do but, all I knew was he had no good in

DAMIEN’S P.O.V“RYAN! Get the fuck up here!” My cold voice snapped down the balcony, watching as Tracey clung onto Ryan like he was her fucking savior. Like I wasn’t seated right there.Ryan immediately pulled away from her, as if suddenly remembering who the fuck he was standing in front of.Smart move. I had warned him enough times about staying away from her.I should have been the one she ran to. The one she hugged. I was the one who burned the fucking world to get her back, not Ryan, and certainly not fucking Diego.My jaw clenched as I gripped the railing, my knuckles turning white. It wasn’t just anger boiling in my chest—it was something worse- revenge.I didn't want to admit it, but, I hated to see her happy around any other man.I stared at her, giving one last look, and as she looked up with a frown appearing on her face.Why was she frowning at me?Isn't she meant to be happy being back? Far away from the torture of Don Pablo?I tore my gaze away from them, riding back int

Tracey's P.O.VI walked into the kitchen, groggily rubbing off the sleep from my eyes. I grabbed a bowl, poured in some flakes, added a few strawberries, and drowned everything in milk. The house was unusually quiet, and as I glanced toward the dining area out of sheer habit, expecting to see Damien in his usual spot, sipping tea like he had all the time in the world, I was almost startled to find the seat empty. Weird.But I wasn’t about to complain. At least my morning wouldn’t be ruined by his sharp eyes scanning me like I was an intruder in his precious space or that frustratingly handsome face that annoyed me more than it should.I sighed, picked up my bowl, and started walking back to my room, my mind already drifting to what I would do for the rest of the day when I turned the corner and bumped straight into a solid chest. The cereal almost spilled from my hands, but before I could react, a rough finger flicked my nose, and I barely stopped myself from scowling.“Watch it, ki