All Chapters of MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Third Person POV“I’m taking her.”The words slithered into the night like a death sentence.Pedro stilled, his hands curling into fists at his sides. A slow, menacing breath passed through his lips, his chest rising and falling with controlled fury.Then, he laughed.A low, dark chuckle that sent chills slithering down Aelia’s spine.“Sei più stupido di quanto ricordassi, Cassius.” (You’re even more foolish than I remember, Cassius.)Cassius smirked, unfazed. “E tu sei lo stesso cane rabbioso che non sa quando mollare.” (And you’re the same rabid dog that doesn’t know when to let go.)Pedro’s fingers twitched. “You’re overstepping.”“No,” Cassius countered smoothly. “I’m simply taking what should never have been yours in the first place.”His gaze flicked to Aelia, assessing her, calculating.“You see it, don’t you?” he murmured, eyes burning into hers. “The truth. You were never meant for him.”Aelia’s heart slammed against her ribs.She didn’t want to believe it.She wanted to deny

Third-Person POVPedro stepped out of the warehouse, the scent of blood and burning cigars still thick in the air. His jaw clenched as he rolled his shoulders, trying to shake the tension that had settled there. The photographer’s screams had died down minutes ago, and now only the distant hum of the city filled the night.His mind was a storm.Aelia.She had looked at him today like he was a monster.And Cassius. That bastard dared to claim her…his Aelia, as his?Pedro exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair before pulling out a cigarette. He had just flicked the lighter open when his phone buzzed.He glanced at the screen.Mr. Montonio.His father never called unless it was something serious.Pedro pressed the cigarette between his teeth, answering in a clipped tone. “What?”His father’s voice was cold, carrying the weight of authority Pedro had long since stopped respecting.“Come to the estate. Now.”Pedro exhaled slowly, the ember of his cigarette glowing in the dark. “I

Third-person POVDarcy barely made it inside her apartment before the weight of last night came crashing down on her. The door clicked shut, but the suffocating tightness in her chest only grew. Her trembling fingers fumbled for the light switch, illuminating the small but cozy space she called home.The reflection in the hallway mirror stopped her in her tracks. Red-rimmed eyes, smudged mascara, disheveled hair, it was clear she hadn’t just had a bad night. She had made mistakes.Stupid, reckless and selfish kinds.She pressed her fingers against her temples, inhaling sharply. “What the hell did I do?”The memories were hazy but sharp where they counted. The bothersome encounter with Sola, the flashing cameras, the bitter taste of regret. The way she’d let herself get swept away in the moment, drinking, flirting, pretending that for just one night, she didn’t have responsibilities. And while she had been busy indulging in recklessness…Aelia.Darcy’s stomach lurched. She had forg

Pedro’s POVI stepped out of the car, adjusting my cuff as Derrick fell into step beside me. The cool afternoon breeze did little to temper the irritation simmering beneath my skin.“Sir,” Derrick started, his voice measured. “Valeria showed up at the office. She requested to have lunch with you.”I cast him a slow glance. “There are things you shouldn’t report to me.”Derrick gave a slight nod of understanding.As I made my way through the entrance, a strange silence filled the villa. Something was off. Her presence was missing. I didn’t need to ask. I already knew.Aelia had tried to run.A smirk played on my lips as I changed direction, heading straight for the back garden.And there she was.Clinging to the stone wall like a desperate little squirrel. Her arms stretched upward, her body shaking from exertion as she struggled to climb over. Ridiculous.I took a few unhurried steps forward and leaned casually against a nearby column. Amused, intrigued and possessive.“Do you need he

The drive to the orphanage was a blur. Aelia barely remembered how she got there, only that her hands were shaking the entire way. The moment she stepped inside, the heavy scent of antiseptic and worry thickened the air.“Where is she?” Aelia’s voice came out breathless as she spotted Mary standing outside Penelope’s room.Mary’s face was tired, but she managed a small, reassuring nod. “She’s stable for now. The doctor is with her.”Aelia pushed past her into the dimly lit room. Penelope lay on the small cot, her tiny frame barely covered by a blanket. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. The sight sent a sharp pain through Aelia’s heart.“She suddenly developed a high fever,” Mary explained quietly. “We tried everything, but nothing was working. So I called the doctor…”Aelia turned, ready to thank whoever had helped, only for her breath to catch in her throat.Adrian.He stood by Penelope’s bedside, adjusting the IV drip with practiced ease. His presence was so unexpected tha