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Sweet Mafia Protector Chapter 13:She Wants An End
Vincenzo’s POVShe twisted in my grip, trying to break free. “I’ll never bend to you,” she snapped, her voice steady but filled with venom.I threw her onto the bed with force, this time ensuring that she stayed there. Her body bounced against the mattress, and I heard the chain rattle as it caught on the frame. She scrambled to sit up, but I was already towering over her, my shadow swallowing her whole.“Stay,” I ordered.Her lip curled, and she gave me a look that was almost too arrogant for my liking. “You’re wasting your time.”I reached down and grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look me in the eye. “It’s not about wasting time, Lyra,” I said softly, my voice dark. “It’s about making sure you understand your place. You don’t get to run from this. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”She pushed my hand away, but there was a hesitation in her movement. A slight tremor in her fingers. She was trying not to show it, but I could see it in the way she flinched when I touched her.
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-01Sweet Mafia Protector Chapter 14:CRAZY MEETING
Amidst all these happening to Lyra, Meera was going through her fair share of troubles. ………. Meera’s POV The boardroom felt suffocating, the air thick with tension. The usual hum of polite conversation had morphed into an endless squabble, each person fighting for their own agenda. The voices grew louder, overlapping, one accusation after another. Every word felt like a dagger to my chest, but none of them seemed to care. I stood frozen at the head of the table, my hands gripping the edges so hard my knuckles turned white. "I told you this wouldn't work!" Raymond’s voice boomed across the room, his face flushed red. "We're not signing anything until we have a better guarantee." "I’m not going to keep going in circles with you!" Claire shot back, her arms folded across her chest, eyes narrowed. "Your numbers are a joke, Raymond. They were wrong from the start!" They didn't even notice me anymore, just locked in their own battle of egos and stubbornness. This was supposed to be
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-01Sweet Mafia Protector Chapter 15:LET’S GET BACK TOGETHER
Meera’s POVI couldn’t tell if he was being sincere or if this was just another one of his manipulative tactics, but for a moment, I let myself believe in his words. For a moment, I wanted to believe that maybe he wasn’t just another obstacle, another player in this cutthroat game.I shook my head, a dry laugh escaping my lips. "You think it’s that simple?""It can be," he said softly. "But only if you stop pretending you have to do everything on your own."His gaze held mine, unflinching, waiting for me to say something. But what could I say? What could I possibly offer in a situation where I had already lost so much?"I can’t fix this," I said, barely more than a whisper, the weight of those words heavier than I could bear.Gabriel didn’t release my wrist, but his expression softened, his thumb still tracing gentle circles. "No one expects you to. But you don’t have to fight it alone anymore."For a second, just a split second, I allowed myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, I w
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-02Sweet Mafia Protector Chapter 16: A REVELATION
Lyra’s POVI sat on the edge of the mattress, the rough fabric of the blanket pressed against my skin, as if it might offer me some kind of protection. My hands were shaking, clutching the fabric with a desperation I didn’t fully understand. My body still felt bruised, raw from what had just transpired. I couldn’t stop replaying the events in my head, the way he had pressed me against the wall, his lips frantic, hands gripping me with an intensity that felt like it could break me. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t kind. It was forceful, wild, and I felt like I had been consumed by it.His touch had been suffocating, but it wasn’t just the physical strain that left me trembling. No, it was the fact that he had taken something from me. My virginity, my first time, something I thought I would give to someone who cared. Instead, it had been stolen from me in the heat of his hunger, and I was left feeling hollow. The tears burned in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn’t cry in fron
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-02Sweet Mafia Protector CHAPTER 17:I AM NOT YOUR MATE
Vincenzo’s POVThe moment I told her the truth, her eyes glazed over with disbelief, as if I had just shattered everything she thought she knew about herself. She shook her head, lips parted in protest. For a brief second, I wondered if she was going to argue with me or run away. But instead, she rose from the mattress, the duvet slipping from her body like she was in a frenzy, desperate to disprove the words I had just spoken.“You’re lying,” she whispered at first, but there was panic in her voice now, a growing desperation that she couldn’t quite hide. “This—this can’t be real.”She came at me, her body trembling with a mix of anger and fear, and for a moment, I let her approach. I didn’t want to push her, not yet. I wanted to see her face, wanted to see the way she tried to fight it, tried to claw her way out of what was happening between us. But as she reached for me, as her hand came out to touch my arm—to convince me I was wrong—I couldn’t let her.I grabbed her wrist with a fo
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-03Sweet Mafia Protector CHAPTER 18:BREAKING IN
Vincenzo's POVThe air was thick with heat as I stood before the massive gates of the Hell Pit, the stench of sulfur mixing with the stale humidity of the dark, cavernous expanse within. It was a place no one in their right mind would willingly venture, yet here I was, driven by a singular, relentless purpose—her.I needed to get inside. Marcello was down there, and my mate was in his clutches. The idea of her trapped in this hellish domain twisted something inside me—something primal, something raw.I took a deep breath, pushing the thoughts of her terrified eyes from my mind for just a moment. I couldn’t afford to lose focus now.The guards, two hulking figures dressed in black armor, glared at me as I approached, my boots pounding the earth with each deliberate step. Their gazes were cold, like marble statues come to life. I didn’t care.“I want to see Marcello,” I demanded, my voice sharp like a blade drawn across stone.One of the guards shifted, folding his arms across his chest
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-03Sweet Mafia Protector CHAPTER 19: THE WAR BEGINS
Marcello stood before the vast, dark windows of his chambers, gazing out over the hellish expanse that stretched out below. The Hell Pit was a place of power, a fortress built on fear and bloodshed, and he had made it his kingdom. The stench of sulfur, blood, and iron hung in the air like an oppressive fog, but to Marcello, it was home. It was his dominion, a realm of suffering and control.His fingers drummed lazily on the stone windowsill as he waited. He had been expecting this. Vincenzo would come. Of course he would. The fool had always been driven by emotion, and now, that emotion was his undoing. He had no idea what he was walking into, how deep the darkness ran here. How deep it would swallow him.A knock at the door broke his thoughts."Enter," Marcello called, his voice smooth, cold, and casual. He didn’t need to turn to see who it was. He knew. The heavy footsteps, the unmistakable pulse of anger and determination—it could only be Vincenzo. He felt it like a storm on the h
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-03Sweet Mafia Protector CHAPTER 20:IS THIS FREEDOM?
Lyra's POVI leaned my forehead against the cool metal of the burglary door, the rhythmic sound of my heart echoing in my ears. The weight of the revelation from earlier pressed down on me like a thousand-pound stone. My client—this terrifying, enigmatic figure who’d hired me to investigate his pack’s secrets—was my mate. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I didn’t even want to stop thinking about it. My heart raced as I considered what this meant for me. For us. I didn’t know if I was ready for what lay ahead. The pack, the responsibilities, the power, the dangers.The harsh, cold air of the cell made my breath fog. I closed my eyes and leaned back, trying to silence the thoughts swarming in my head. Maybe if I closed my eyes long enough, I could escape them. I could escape him.A sudden tap on my shoulder broke my reverie. I froze, eyes snapping open."Lyra?"I turned sharply, expecting one of the pack guards. Instead, I found one of them—the youngest by the looks of it, a nervous t
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-04
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Sweet Mafia Protector Chapter 54
Vincenzo povEverything just keeps failing, I can't even have the taste of her pussy, that bastard always ruins everything. She was supposed to be a fuckin breeder, Marcello have no right to dictate who fucks her and how she gets fucks by me.I stood there, my mind swirling with thoughts of the meeting I had just exited, when I snapped my fingers in frustration, cutting through the tension that hung in the air. The woman standing near the door, ostensibly hired to assist with the luggage, didn’t flinch at my sudden movement. Instead, she regarded me with an annoyingly adoring smile that felt more like an intrusion than a comfort. “Mm...mm...sir, you look so handsome,” she cooed, her voice laced with a flirtatious lilt that grated on my nerves.My frown deepened as I shifted my weight, annoyance flaring within me. Small talk was the least of my concerns; my mind raced with the more pressing matters that awaited my attention. “Get the bags inside, now!” I barked, my tone sharp, the impa
Sweet Mafia Protector Chapter 53
Meanwhile, there was Meera who had sneaked back to her father’s house to get her remaining stuffs so she could finally move completely and stay with the man who gave her peace—Gabriel. But things didn’t in fact end well, her father—Luciano—had caught her.……….Meerah’s POV“Meerah, I received an alarming message from the depths of hell pit regarding your reckless visit that triggered an absolute disaster.” My father's voice boomed from the balcony, his grip on his phone so tight that I could see the whiteness of his knuckles."I'm speaking to you, young lady," he bellowed, his tone fierce and unyielding.I couldn’t help but scoff, a mixture of defiance and disbelief surging through me.I stood there, rigid, my eyes locked onto my father's furious face, his expression a tempest of rage as he glared down at me from the balcony. The phone remained clutched in his hand, its screen flickering dimly in the twilight as if mirroring his simmering fury. I could almost imagine steam rising fro
Sweet Mafia Protector Chapter 52
Marcello’s POVI stood at the end of the room, my legs crossed, gazing at Lyra with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. She sat on the mattress, her legs crossed, looking like a queen on her throne. I couldn't help but chuckle at her audacity."Lyra, you've never agreed to be my mate," I said, my voice low and smooth. "Why the sudden change of mind?"Lyra's eyes locked onto mine, a spark of defiance igniting within them. But I wasn't interested in her games. I strolled towards my drawer, which was closer to the mattress. Lyra's eyes followed me, and she tensed, her body language screaming that she thought I was coming for her.I chuckled softly, trying to reassure her. "Relax, Lyra. I'm not going to hurt you." I opened the drawer and pulled out my cigarettes, along with a lighter. Lyra's eyes widened as I lit the cigarette, the smoke wafting into the air.She started coughing, her face scrunched up in distaste. "Ugh, Marcello, can you please put that out?" she asked, her voice hoars
Sweet Mafia Protector Chapter 51
Lyra’s POVI chuckled softly, the sound barely escaping my lips as a sudden rush of excitement coursed through my veins. Memories of our wild escape from the party still had me giggling, the thrill of it all a stark contrast to the monotony of my life before this. I tilted my head back, gazing up at the roof, a satisfied smile spreading across my face."Oh, Moon Goddess," I whispered, my voice filled with a mix of awe and sarcasm, "why have I been missing out on all the drama?" I let out a laugh, the sound echoing slightly in the room. The excitement still buzzing inside me made my heart flutter.My gaze drifted back to the present, and with a newfound spring in my step, I stood up, my movements fluid. My eyes locked onto the door, and without hesitation, I strode towards it. My ears pressed against the cool surface as if listening for any sound from the other side. The silence was almost deafening.Suddenly, I straightened up, my voice booming as I shouted, "Open the door! At least g
Sweet Mafia Protector Chapter 50
Marcello – POV"Ahhhhhhh."I let out a satisfied groan, my head tipping back against the leather of my couch, still chuckling over the call with that foreign client. He had just agreed to pay double for a breeder from my pack—my pack. The transfer would happen in less than forty-eight hours. Gold, power, favor—all rolling in like the tide. It was enough to make me forget the headache Lyra and Rebekah had caused earlier. Barely.I didn’t even understand why Rebekah came back to this pit after we had gone our separate ways. Some misplaced sense of loyalty? Boredom? Masochism?Didn’t matter. She was a problem I would handle soon enough.I let myself breathe—really breathe—arms spread wide like a king surveying his domain, until the other phone buzzed.Not the business line.Not the secure line.The personal one.Only three people had that number.I picked it up with the ease of a predator stretching after a nap.The notification sat there, mocking me: Video attachment – “You’ll want to s
Sweet Mafia Protector Chapter 49
Rebekah POVI swear, if Marcello looked at Lyra one more time like she was the first sunrise he ever saw, I was going to roundhouse kick him in the jaw with these four-inch heels. And I liked these heels."That went well," I muttered, dragging her down the hall and out of that suffocating excuse of a party.Lyra's hand trembled in mine. "You really think so?""Oh, no. Absolutely not. That was a dumpster fire dipped in glitter. But it was our dumpster fire, and babe, we set it ablaze in style."I didn't wait for her to respond—I practically threw open the front door and stomped outside like I owned the damn place. The guards blinked at us like they’d never seen two women storm out like they were late for a heist. One of them actually had the audacity to open his mouth, but I shut him down with a glare so sharp it could've sliced concrete."Not a word," I hissed, grabbing the keys to the Range Rover off the valet stand. "We’re borrowing this. Complain and I’ll set your eyebrows on fire.
Sweet Mafia Protector Chapter 48
Lyra POVIt was getting dark, and my head still hurt.Not just from the physical impact—though yeah, thanks again to my cousin and her surprise wrestling move—but from the emotional whiplash that had become my new normal. Every time I let myself breathe, something else tried to crush my lungs again.I was sitting on the bed, legs curled under me, chewing the inside of my cheek and staring at the door like it might grow fangs and bite me. I hadn’t moved much since Marcello left, other than to flinch at every unfamiliar sound outside Rebekah’s room.Safe. Right. Rebekah said I was safe.But my mind wouldn’t stop whispering: You’re not meant to be safe. You’re not meant to leave. You’re meant to serve. To breed. To stay.The old fear returned like a ghost, curling cold fingers around my ribs.Then the door swung open.Rebekah stepped in like a damn force of nature—wind in her hair, confidence in her bones, and a dress slung over her shoulder like she’d just conquered a boutique instead o
Sweet Mafia Protector Chapter 47
Lyra’s POVRebekah, stop!The words tumbled out before I could stop them. My voice cracked mid-command, somewhere between frustrated and fragile, and I hated that she immediately whipped around like I'd said something dangerous. Her expression twisted—eyebrows scrunching, lips twitching, jaw clenching like she was physically holding herself back from snapping."What, Lyra?" she snapped, exasperated. “The guards will be here any second with the wheelchair because I’m not about to let you waltz out of here with a head wound courtesy of your witchy cousin’s WWE audition. So what is it now?”I flinched at her tone, but I didn’t back down. Couldn’t. The question had been boiling inside me for days. Weeks, maybe. Since the first time she had yanked me out of that pit, since the first time she looked at me like I was someone worth bleeding for.My voice was quieter this time, but no less urgent.“I barely even know things about you, Rebekah. We’ve known each other for what, weeks? A handful
Sweet Mafia Protector Chapter 46
Rebekah’s POVI kicked the damn door open like I owned the place — which, to be fair, I practically did, considering the number of times I’d cleaned up everyone's messes around here. The second I stepped into the corridor, the scent of antiseptic hit my nose, and my boots clicked a little too loud on the cold concrete. I didn’t care. My heart was jackhammering in my chest.Someone dared to touch my Lyra? Oh no, baby. That just didn’t fly with me.The guards gave me that wide-eyed look — you know the one — half fear, half don’t get in her way if you value your spleen. I stormed past them like a queen with a mission. My fists were clenched, my ponytail swinging like a whip behind me, and my blood was boiling like a volcano ready to blow.I didn’t even knock.I barged straight into Lyra’s cell — and froze.There she was.My Lyra. My stubborn, brilliant, sarcastic mess of a best friend. Sitting cross-legged on that ratty excuse of a cot like nothing was wrong — except there was something
