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Sweet Mafia Protector Chapter 39: Decisions
Meera’s POV“I’m not having this conversation again.” I crossed my arms and leaned back into the velvet couch like it was my throne. “You hate Gabriel. We get it. Move on.”Dad stood by the fireplace like some overgrown villain from a period drama, one hand wrapped around a crystal glass of scotch he hadn’t even sipped. He wasn’t drinking. He was brooding.“You’re throwing your future away for a boy with no legacy, no—no direction,” he snapped. “Do you know what the Sinclairs think about this?”“The Sinclairs can choke.” I said it calmly, too calmly, which I knew would needle him more than screaming.His eyes flared. “Meerah.”“Don’t Meerah me,” I shot back. “You act like I’m bringing home some street criminal. He’s smart, kind, and he doesn’t kiss your ass, which, let’s be honest, is the real issue here.”Dad laughed, the kind of cruel, clipped sound that made my stomach twist. “Kind? Is that what you think this boy is? Sweetheart, he’s a parasite. Clinging onto my daughter for a tas
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Meera’s POVGabriel snorted. “They look like they’d taste like old money and cruelty.”I laughed—sharp and sudden—and it startled both of us. I hadn’t realized how close I was to shattering until the sound escaped.Gabriel reached across the gearshift and laced his fingers with mine. “We’ll figure it out. I’ve got some cash. I mean, not mansion-cash. But enough.”“I don’t care about the money,” I whispered.“I know. That’s what scares him.” He glanced over. “You’re the only thing in his world that doesn’t have a price tag.”I stared at him, at the curve of his jaw, the tiny scar near his eyebrow from when he fell off his skateboard last year, the way he looked at me like I was human—messy, complicated, and still worth choosing.“Where are we going?” I asked.He smiled. “Anywhere but there.”Which turned out to be a 24-hour diner that smelled like burnt coffee and salvation. We slid into a booth with cracked red vinyl seats, steam clinging to the windows, everything humming with fluore
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Lyra’s POV“I can't occupy everywhere if it’s a joke to you. I’m a bit too slim and tall for that. I don’t have the luxury of blending into tight corners like a mouse or sliding between bars like some rogue in a fairy tale.” I tried to explain myself to Rebekah, who had appeared outside my cell with a glint in her eye that suggested she found all of this a bit too entertaining.She sat down on the stone bench beside me—closer than I expected—like we were longtime friends catching up. Her face hovered near mine, scanning my expression with the curiosity of someone watching a particularly juicy drama unfold. My eyes must’ve told the story already. Stressed. Tired. Worn out like a shirt that had been through too many washes and too many bad days.“You look like someone used you to clean the floor,” she said, not even bothering to sugarcoat it. “Your eyeballs are screaming, girl.”I huffed, folding my arms over my bony chest. “Thanks, Rebekah. Nothing like being compared to a rag to brigh
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Marcello’s POVI was in my chamber sipping my wine when the door was angrily pushed open. I knew it would be her—no one else stormed into my private quarters like that.I didn’t flinch. I didn’t look up. I merely took another sip, letting the sharp, aged taste of the red run over my tongue as I settled further into the velvet chair. I snickered softly.“Rebekah,” I said, her name a calm ripple in the storm that was about to break. “To what do I owe this... delightful intrusion?”“You bought her,” she spat, voice shaking with fury. “You bought Lyra.”I lifted my gaze, finally meeting hers. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her hands clenched at her sides, eyes ablaze. Her beauty always intensified when she was furious—like a storm about to rip the sky open.“So she told you,” I murmured, letting the glass dangle lazily from my fingers. “That surprises me. She hardly speaks to me at all.”“You’re not answering the question,” she snapped, stepping forward. Her boots struck the marble like
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Vincenzo’s POVI stared at Frank for a moment, the tension simmering just beneath my skin. The ballroom's golden chandeliers blurred in the background as if the world had shifted out of focus and left only his words hanging—she likes you.A slow grin cracked my face, disbelief wrestling with hope. I threw my drink—an obnoxiously expensive glass of scotch—over my shoulder. It smashed on the marble floor with a satisfying crack! Heads turned. I didn’t care."FRANK!" I bellowed, flinging my arms open and grabbing him in a crushing bear hug. He smelled like cheap cologne and bad decisions. "You’ve got the best damn view in the house!"Frank coughed. "Vince, I think my spine just cracked.""Shut up and feel appreciated, you sentimental hedgehog!" I released him and stepped back, slapping both hands on his shoulders. "You saw it. You saw it! Lyra looked at me like I was the only man in the room!""I mean," Frank began cautiously, eyes darting toward the shattered remains of my scotch, "she
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Lyra’s POV“Get the hell up, Lyra, you have a visitor.”The guard’s voice was a growl, thick with annoyance as he slammed his palm against the iron bars. The sharp clang echoed through the cold, moldy walls of my cell like a death bell.A visitor?I squinted against the weak beam of sunlight filtering through the barred window. In five months—five long, soul-chewing months—not a single soul had come to see me. Not even to spit in my direction.“What? Are you deaf now?” the guard barked, pulling the chains that shackled my wrists to the wall. “Move!”My legs, stiff and sore from days of barely moving, wobbled beneath me. Heavy chains clanked with each step as I shuffled forward, wrists bound, ankles trapped. The guard shoved me hard in the back, nearly sending me to the filthy floor.“I said move!”“I heard you the first time, Shrek,” I muttered, just loud enough for him to catch.He grunted but didn’t respond. Probably used to inmates cracking from being locked away. But I wasn’t crac
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Marcello’s POVI leaned back in the rusted steel chair, arms crossed over my chest as I watched the woman they dragged into the visitor block—Meerah, they said her name was. She looked like she belonged in some glossy magazine, not here in the Hell Pit. The contrast was almost laughable. Her sleek coat was smeared with gravel dust, one of her heels broken. Her lipstick smeared like blood at the corner of her mouth.Good.She looked like a storm had blown through her, and I knew exactly who that storm was—Lyra.The guards had separated them, but not before the damage had been done. And now, here she was. Sitting in front of me. Breathing hard. Shaking, though she tried to hide it.“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, my voice sharp and low, laced with a growl that had made stronger men piss themselves.She blinked at me like I’d spoken another language.“I came to see Lyra,” she said, chin tilting up defiantly, though her voice trembled just a little.I slammed my fist on the m
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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
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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
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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
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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 POV I 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
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
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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
