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While the Mistress was leaving the room, Lena fixed her back to the wall and watched her intently. For the first time in her life, she was shocked by what she had just witnessed. What did he think he accomplished by f*cking his mistress in front of her eyes? The slut does not feel self-conscious either.

She scanned his body with her eyes. "Who will refuse his touch? He must be every woman's ideal, and since he is a Mafia member, nobody will ever defy him. I wonder if he thinks he's a god or whatever…” She gave a silent hiss and averted her gaze.

Don Dante stood in front of the window, buttoning his shirt. After his wife passed away, he lost his entire life, and the day he lost his daughter, he went insane. He can only have as many women as he wants at this point, slamming them between their thighs more forcefully to uphold his promise to not have Luna by his side.

He will be the most self-centered husband if he ever takes another woman into his home under the pretense of being his Luna because he can not help but be reminded of his wife and daughter. With no plans to claim any as his own, he owes himself nothing more than their wet p*ssy to sate his craving.

The day he lost his Luna was when the beast he is now became apparent, and the devil he is now seeks his daughter's death. No one is aware that the Alpha Don, the man whose tears and nightmares follow him around all night and he is unable to get rid of them, is in hell. If f*cking the entire woman will force him to temporarily put himself together, he will keep doing it.

He turned and saw Lena bending her head low in response. He then took slow, silent steps towards his bed and glued his ass to it. “Come forward!” he ordered, lifted his pillow, and brought out a photograph. He extended his hand and gave it to her. "Find his body. It's been months since he was declared dead, but his corpse is nowhere to be found.”

Lena winced. When she is not working for the investigation bureau, what business does she have with the man's corpse? She glanced at the picture, which featured a middle-aged man. He appeared familiar, but it would be difficult to remember his identity.

“I can't….” she pouted her lips. “Uhmmmm, it isn't my job…” she stammered.

He sneered. “Says who?”

She took a quick look around.

"I gave you an order; how dare you tell me what you will and will not do?" his fists clashed together. “Do you have a death wish? The guts to talk back at me—”

Sensing how angry he already was, she dropped to her knees. His icy scowl and the way he slammed his fist against his palm gave her goosebumps all over. She bowed to him. “My apologies, Your Majesty.” She shook with terror, her eyes tightly closed.

He gave off a sneer. “Find that corpse within twenty four hours….”

“Twenty fo….” her eyes widened and her mouth agape. Just after apologizing, her tongue slipped once more. “I deserve to…..I deserve….”

“You deserve to die, but I'll let you live until you find that corpse. If it's that tough, ask your deceased father for his help, I'm sure he knows about it.” he snapped at her and stood on his feet. “Make sure not to appear before me until you accomplish this mission.”

Nodding steadily, she swallowed. “Your wish is my……”

He screamed, "F*ck off my room!" and she stumbled out, slamming the door behind her. With her right hand on her forehead, she closed her eyes while leaning against the wall.

As she tries to picture what happened between them, she keeps seeing flashes of the Mistress getting slammed harder. "Asshole!" she exclaimed, balling her fist. "Is not it preferable to watch you f*ck her over discovering this corpse? How am I going to accomplish this? Where will I start?” she scratched her head.

She heard footsteps approaching quickly and looked. It was Mistress Evelyn, grinning shadily.

"Is she going to get f*cked in there once more?" She glared at her while gritting her teeth. The mistress was in front of her already, and a slap on the cheek caused her to squeeze her face. “What!?”

"I will take out your eyeballs and make you chew them if you glare at me like that." Evelyn, Mistress, forewarned.

She swallowed softly. "Perhaps you believe that you are the world's greatest person because you are the Mistress. Dig out my eyeballs and watch him f*ck you to death.” She glared at the mistress sharply before turning her head. “A whore! Keep dreaming of being his Luna…” She gave a loud hiss and moved forward, but Evelyn stopped her. Her face twisted. "Hey, let go of me; I have a mission to complete that I was sent on, so let me finish it."

Evelyn firmly pressed her skin. “The guts for a slave to slam at me. Who are you assuming you are? Do you think being his slave makes you precious?” She released Lena and stepped forward, gazing intently into her eyes. "Be careful with your words and deeds; you are just a helpless slave, and I am the Mistress who may bear his child and even become Luna someday."

Lena gave a nod. "Yes, Mistress."

She responded so bluntly that Evelyn was shocked. "Oh, really?"

“What again?” Lena's fist tightened. "Be his Luna, bear his child; what business do I have with it? I have no such dream; I am his slave. He isn't even my spec…” she bit her tongue.

Evelyn furrowed her brows. “Exactly! Continue to be a slave without foolish intentions.” She slapped her cheek slightly and walked past her.

Lena shook her head. “What a nuisance! He doesn't even see you as a woman, just a sex toy, and you think he will let you bear his child.” her palms transfixed on her waist. “Damn it! Why do I have to say that he isn't my spec? I just detest him, or I'm good enough to seduce him and have him all for myself.” she licked her lips. “But since we are enemies, I will keep detesting him until I take him down, so you can flaunt and boost all you want now—Mistress.”

She looked at the photo and grimaced. “This is one difficult assignment to solve. I wonder what my father has to do with this that he mentioned him.”