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Chapter 23:WAGE WAR
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Sweet Mafia Protector Chapter 66
Lyra povI really don't blame him for talking back at me, it's a mistake that I had to sneak out of the hell pit just to spend time with a lunatic like him. I pray he doesn't go violent on me, if he does I will break the record by breaking his head. I thought as he kept driving to his pack. No conversation, no sneezing, no snickering, just keep the focus like a security personnel. I leaned back to the chair, the weather was already getting stormy, my heart started racing because his pack was too far and Marcello would soon find out that I had left his pack. Once Marcello discovered that I had left his pack, a wave of dread washed over me. The thought loomed large that I wouldn’t have a moment to enjoy my newfound freedom before facing the consequences—death seemed imminent. Even if fate had inexplicably granted us a wild night filled with passion, a 'sex marathon' as some might playfully call it, all I could feel was the weight of impending doom overshadowing any thrill I might expe
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Rebekah povYet, as we moved further away from the pack house, an unsettling feeling clung to me like a shadow. I couldn’t shake the sensation that Marcello's eyes were still on me, monitoring my every move, waiting for a moment of weakness. I pushed that disturbing thought aside, forcing my focus back to the mission at hand. We had to get Lyra to safety, and I couldn’t let Marcello discover our plan. Time was of the essence, and I knew the clock was already ticking against us.As we approached the car, the chilly evening air wrapped around us like a thick fog. Vincenzo, ever the gentleman, opened the door with a flourish, allowing Lyra to slip inside. I could see her hands trembling slightly as she settled into the leather seat, her wide, dark eyes reflecting the remnants of her fear.I climbed in beside her, the scent of new upholstery mingling with the faint hint of gasoline. With a soft click, Vincenzo closed the door and turned the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life
Sweet Mafia Protector Chapter 64
Rebekah povI paced in my dimly lit room, hands firmly placed on my waist, trying to corral the chaos swirling in my mind into some semblance of order. Sneaking Lyra out of the pack house without Marcello discovering our plan was destined to be a challenge in itself. I shuddered at the thought of his overbearing presence potentially ruining everything. That man seemed blissfully unaware of the concepts of personal space and basic dignity, and I couldn't let him interfere.With a determined stride, I made my way to Lyra's wardrobe, its worn wooden doors creaking slightly as I yanked them open. A sea of colors and fabrics blossomed before my eyes; blouses in vibrant hues, jeans in various cuts, and dresses that whispered of freedom. I quickly scanned through the haphazard assortment, picking out a few essentials that could be easily hidden in a small but sturdy handbag. I shoved in a soft cotton t-shirt, a pair of leggings, and her favorite sweater—a cozy, oversized thing that smelled f
Sweet Mafia Protector Chapter 63
Vincenzo povAs I rounded the corner, I scanned the hallway for any trace of Marcello. Instead, my attention was drawn to Lyra and Rebekah, who were closely gathered in a poorly lit study. They appeared as if they were engaged in a clandestine discussion, their expressions betraying a mix of guilt and fear. My focus zeroed in on Lyra, and an immediate reaction surged through me. The trepidation reflected in her eyes only heightened her appeal, intensifying my desire for her.Upon noticing my presence, their faces drained of color, and they exchanged anxious looks. Rebekah stepped forward, a facade of composure settling over her features. “Vincenzo,” she greeted, her voice smooth and inviting.I returned her smile, my gaze still fixed on Lyra. “Rebekah,” I responded, my tone deep and resonant. I approached her, arms outstretched for an embrace. Rebekah fit seamlessly into my hold, her slender form contrasting sharply with Lyra’s more voluptuous silhouette.After a brief moment, I relea
Sweet Mafia Protector Chapter 62
Lyra povI tightened my grip on the cool, rough surface of the wall, my eyes locked onto Rebekah as Vincenzo's words hung in the air, thick with defiance. "Lyra in question is mine; your son is merely proving to be stubborn." The deep, rumbling laugh of Marcello's godfather resonated through the room—a sound I recognized but had never truly engaged with—and it sent a chill racing down my spine, like the sensation of ice water trickling through my veins.Rebekah's gaze met mine, her eyes sparkling with mischief, betraying a sense of amusement that sparked a counterfire within me. I raised an eyebrow, challenging the unspoken tension between us as I pushed off the wall, the movement igniting a sense of purpose within me. I strode toward her with measured confidence, the sharp, rhythmic click of my heels against the polished floor reverberating through the dimly lit hallway, amplifying the intensity of the moment."Let's get out of here," I breathed, my voice a mere whisper yet laced wit
Sweet Mafia Protector Chapter 61
Lyra pov"She suffered from excruciating cramps and a multitude of complications. It was an incredibly traumatic experience for him, one that has shadowed his life ever since."As her words soaked in, a wave of sorrow crashed over me, and I felt the hot tears spill down my cheeks once more. "Oh, Rebekah, I’m so sorry to hear that. No wonder he’s had such a hard time opening up," I murmured, my voice barely audible and muffled by the emotion that choked me.But then, to my surprise, Rebekah let out a soft snicker, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "Oh, don’t you dare feel sorry for him, Lyra. He’s been using that story as an excuse to dodge intimacy for years," she said, her tone switching to a playful sass that made me momentarily forget my sadness.Puzzled, I looked up at her, my eyes still red and puffy from the tears. "What do you mean by that?" I asked, trying to parse through the remnants of my empathy.With a flourish, Rebekah sprang to her feet, pulling me up alongsi
Sweet Mafia Protector Chapter 60
Lyra povMarcello tilted my head to the side, his breath warm against my skin as he leaned in for a kiss. Instinctively, I pushed him away, the sound of flesh meeting flesh ringing through the air as I delivered a sharp slap across his cheek. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I demanded, my voice a mix of anger and disbelief.His eyes blazed with an unsettling combination of shock and fury, the imprint of my hand beginning to redden against his cheek, a stark contrast to his tanned skin. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he growled, his voice lowered to a dangerous rumble.I stumbled back, my heart racing and adrenaline coursing through my veins. “You’re the one who’s wrong here, Marcello! You can’t just kiss me without my consent,” I shot back, my hands trembling as I struggled to regain my composure.A dark shadow crossed his features as he stepped closer, closing the gap between us with an unsettling intensity. “I thought we were beyond this, Lyra. I thought you loved me,” he sai
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Vincenzo’s POVWe’re visiting the infamous Hell Pit today. I received a formal invitation from the revered Marcello's godfather, a man of considerable influence in our world. I shared the news with Carlo, my right-hand man, and I could see his eyes sparkling with a blend of excitement and anticipation. His world-class girlfriend, Elaina, was arriving at the airport, a long-awaited event since she had been away for years, immersed in her studies. We decided to get ready and head to the airport; Carlo would take the driver’s seat upon picking her up. Their reunion was long overdue, and after that, we would make our way to the Hell Pit.Stepping out of my office, I felt the need to look sharp, so I donned my tailored suit, a perfect fit that spoke of sophistication. I made my way to the parking lot where Carlo was already waiting by the car, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. "Boss, today’s the day! She’s finally coming back!" he exclaimed, his grin contagious.I raised an eyebrow, i
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Meerah povI stood my ground, my gaze unwavering as it locked onto Father’s, the whip coiled in his grip like a venomous snake poised to strike at any moment. The air was thick with an almost electric tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken threats that loomed over us. I could sense the servants watching from the corners of the dimly lit room, their silent fear radiating like a palpable mist, but despite their anxious glances, I refused to back down. This was a pivotal moment, one where I could no longer remain the silent, obedient daughter. Not when I had finally summoned the courage to speak out for myself.“My place?” I echoed, my voice dripping with sarcasm as I steadied my racing heartbeat, the adrenaline coursing through my veins sharpening my resolve.“You mean the place you assigned to me? A place where I’m expected to be the dutiful daughter, quietly obeying your every order without question?” Each word I spoke was deliberately chosen, laced with bitterness, and I could se
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