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Chapter 16: A REVELATION
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Sweet 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
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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
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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
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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
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Lyra povMarcello’s voice broke through the haze of panic. “Don’t be foolish,” he said, his tone now less menacing, but just as commanding. “I’ll take care of you, Lyra. Just come with me.”“Why?” I blurted out, trying to force some kind of control over the situation. I wasn’t just some pawn in his game. “What do you want from me?”Marcello stared at me for a long, silent moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was more serious, more grounded. “I want you to understand what it means to be mine.”And then, for a brief second, I saw something flicker in his eyes—something that wasn’t entirely cold. Something that was almost... vulnerable. But it was gone before I could grasp it.Before I could react, he turned toward the door. “Come,” he ordered, his voice final. “We have work to do.”I stood frozen, torn between running and following him.But in the end, I did neither. I simply stood there, my fear and curiosity warring inside me, waiting for the next move.I stood there, trembling
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Lyra's POV Tears streamed down my face, relentless and warm as they fell from my eyes, unable to stop despite my best efforts to fight them. Marcello’s grip on my hand was firm, almost cruel in its insistence. His fingers were tight around mine, as though he was trying to brand me with his touch. Every second felt like an eternity as his words echoed in my mind, mocking me, trapping me in a cage I couldn’t escape. “I’m your mate, Lyra. You’ll accept me, whether you like it or not.” The words themselves were a poison, dripping from his lips like venom, and yet, I couldn’t do anything to stop them. My heart raced with fury, the beating of my chest a constant reminder of the life I was supposed to live before this nightmare. His cold, commanding gaze bore into mine, and the heat of the moment was suffocating. My stomach growled loudly, a cruel reminder of the emptiness that gnawed at me, of the hunger that I could no longer ignore. “Can we eat first?” I muttered, voice low and hoars
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Vincenzo’s POVI rushed down the stairs, my boots thudding heavily against the cold marble as each step seemed to echo in the vast, empty hall. My breath came in ragged bursts, thick with anger, frustration, and an overwhelming sense of dread. Every inch of me burned, the tension boiling down my spine like fire. This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not like this.How could Marcello have my mate? How could he? The idea of it sent a rush of heat to my chest, a searing, unbearable sensation. My heart pounded, the pulse quickening with each passing second, almost as if it were trying to escape my body. And what made it worse was the fact that he wouldn’t even let me near her. He had blocked me at every turn, and the only thing I could do now was to confront him, face to face. But how? How did I even begin to fight for her when everything about this felt like it was falling apart?I threw the door to the courtyard open, the cool evening air slapping my face. The sky was darkening, a deep v
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Author’s POVMarcello’s eyes were like ice as they locked onto Vincenzo. The air between them was thick with tension, each second stretching longer than the last. Vincenzo, still reclining in the luxurious leather chair, looked far too comfortable for someone who had just crossed a dangerous line. He was calm, cool, collected—everything Marcello wasn’t. Marcello’s pulse was quickening, his control slipping just slightly, but he held it together as he took another step forward.“Vincenzo,” Marcello’s voice was low, a knife buried deep in his words. “You’re just a client. A client. Don’t you dare stand here and act like you’ve earned some claim over her. You’ve had her for one night. One night.” His eyes burned as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. “You think that means something?”Vincenzo's lips curled into a slow, mocking smile. He leaned back further into the chair, his eyes flashing amusement. He didn’t seem intimidated, not in the slightest. That irked Marcello even more
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Sweet Mafia Protector Chapter 55
Marcello’s POVI left Lyra in the room, gently closing the door behind me, a definitive act that emphasized the boundaries I had set. I made it abundantly clear to her that wandering beyond the room was not an option for now. With that thought lingering in my mind, I walked down the long, polished hallway, lifting my chin to maintain an air of confidence. It had been quite some time since he had made such a call, and I needed to prepare myself for whatever lay ahead.As I descended the grand staircase, the ornate banister cool beneath my fingertips, my gaze was drawn to my father, whose formidable presence filled the living room. He was sprawled comfortably on the plush, velvet sofa that he claimed as his own, an island of authority in the dimly lit room. The soft, golden light from the chandelier above cast subtle shadows that accentuated the sharp angles of his chiseled jaw and the faint lines etched from years of experience and power. His demeanor was relaxed, yet the aura around h
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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
