All Chapters of A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

TRACEY'S P.O.VI flopped onto my bed, staring at the book still clutched in my hands.Damien Black was an enigma. One second, he was ice-cold and impossible to talk to and the next, he was throwing out sly remarks, daring me to keep up. Was he bipolar or just enjoying playing with my head?I groaned, tossing the book onto the bed beside me. Maybe I was overthinking it, and this was just him.Why was I even stressing myself over it? I have stayed long enough with him to know this was his personality. He was just so Impossible to figure out.And yet, somehow earlier, I managed to sit in front of him, sharing my opinion over a damn book without fearing for my life.That should have been a victory, right?I glanced at the book again. When I asked if I could take it with me, he didn’t care to answer. He didn't even bother to spare a look before rolling himself out of the book-room.Well, I didn't give a damn either, since he didn’t outrightly say no, I had taken his silence for a yes. I

DAMIEN'S P.O.VTracey had pissed me off again and in the worst way possible.I didn’t expect that kind of reaction from her, not after everything I had done. Going out of my way to take her out and give her a fucking break from being confined in her room. And what did she do as a thank you? She stormed off like I was the villain in her story.Maybe I was, but who cares.I should’ve been angry, even instructed my man to dragged her ass right back and reminded her who she belonged to. But instead, I stood there, watching her walk away like she had the fucking right to do such.Ryan let out a small chuckle beside me, and my head snapped at him shaking his head like he knew something I didn’t. That irritated me even more.“What?” I gritted, my fist tightened from anger.Ryan who was leaning against the block, his hand crossed, straightened up seeing I was in no mood. “She’s just a girl, Uncle. A teenage girl. You’re throwing guns in her face and expecting her to be happy about it?” He

TRACEY'S POV I still found it hard to believe that I had cried in front of Damien like a baby last night. My heart was heavy and filled with emotions that threatened to burst forth and I just couldn't hold them back in anymore. My face heated up when I remembered how he sat by my side and didn't leave me alone even when I bawled my eyes out like a maniac. He surprised me a lot these days by doing things he'd never done before. Damien wasn't someone that sat by a crying girl's side just so she doesn't feel alone, yet he did so and even tried to console me. He was the reason I cried, yes, but I was expecting him to leave me alone while I cried, not try to make me stop crying. It was extremely cold last night, yet he wrapped me up in his coat and made sure I was warm under the shining stars of the night. Now that I thought about it, it was a romantic moment. A soft giggle escaped my lips as I kicked my feet in bed and I buried my face in my pillow. How could he be so cold yet so swe

TRACEY'S POV “What are you doing here?” He asked, his voice was weak and fragile but I couldn't respond to him. I was in shock. He was boiling hot despite the air conditioner in his room. “Why didn't you tell anyone you were sick? Are you planning to kill yourself?” I asked in worry as I got up but he held my hand back and made me sit in the bed. “You're the reason I'm sick. Did you forget?” He replied and I scoffed in amusement even though I knew he was right and I felt extremely guilty. “I didn't ask you to give me your coat. You gave it to me at your own will.” I replied with a pout and he scowled at me in response. “You're making me regret my decisions, Tracey.” He said with a disappointed look on his face and I rolled my eyes in exasperation. “You were the one that made me cry, you caught a cold because you deserved it.” “Tracey-” “Wait here, I'll call the doctor.” I said as I got up but he held me back again and shook his head. “No need, I'll be fine before you know i

TRACEY'S P.O.V "No," I grumbled, my voice barely above a quick whisper. Was he fucking kidding me or joking with me? To feed him through my mouth through the whole meal?? My fingers curled into my lap, gripping the fabric of my dress so tightly my knuckles turned white, my whole body feeling kind of werid already. My heart hitting hard against my ribs, my body vibrating at his words. As much as I hated the whole thought of it… I think… I was enjoying the thrill of the idea. No. No, no, no. I was not enjoying it at all! I swallowed hard, my throat dry, as if a lump was forming already. It was enough that he had stolen my first kiss just like that… through mouth feeding, not even because we were in love. Not even because I wanted it. Not even because I wished for it. My lips still tingled from the last time. The memory of it playing like a inbuilt disc slate. The same feeling of how warm and demanding his mouth were, had sent a strange shiver down my spine. I blinked, realizing