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Sweet Mafia Protector Chapter 71
Marcello povMy boots echoed ominously through the cold, damp corridors as I stormed towards the guardroom, each step fueled by a burning fury that simmered just beneath the surface. The air was thick with tension, and a sense of dread hung heavily in the gloom. Where the hell is Lyra? I demanded, slamming my fist against the rough-hewn wooden table, the impact reverberating through the small chamber and causing the guards to flinch."I-I don't know, sir," one of them stuttered, his voice tremulous and shaky. He avoided my gaze, his eyes darting apprehensively between his comrades, searching for any semblance of support that never came. "She was in her room last night, and this morning…she was just gone."A low growl of frustration escaped my lips as I glared at each of the guards, my stare lingering on their pale faces, where fear was etched deep in their features. "You incompetent fools," I spat, my voice a dangerous whisper laced with menace. "You were supposed to keep her safe, no
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Lyra povI leaned against the balcony's wrought-iron railing, the cool metal sending a shiver through my fingers as I stared down at the ornate gate that framed the winding path below. The absence of Vincenzo hung in the air like a thick fog, and his sister's earlier conversation with Cassandra echoed in my mind, a relentless loop reminding me of his missing presence. I had overheard enough to piece together that he was nowhere in sight, and I had no desire to run into those two again. Particularly Cassandra, whose words seemed to slither and coil around topics like a serpent lurking in the grass, always ready to strike with sharp, venomous remarks.My thoughts wandered to Marcello, and an involuntary shudder ran through me. Anxiety crept into my chest as I considered what he might be doing in my absence. Was he organizing a search party to comb the city for me? Or was he delivering some form of retribution to Rebekah for defying his orders and sneaking me out? The mere idea of her fa
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Marcello povA deep sense of unease washed over me as I walked past Lyra's room, its ancient wooden door a reminder of the past. This door, worn and cracked from years of neglect, was the first room my mother had chosen when her relationship with my father became strained before her untimely death. It felt like a portal to unresolved pain, a choice steeped in emotional turmoil and heavy with memories.I found myself frozen in place before Lyra's door, my hand tightly gripping the tarnished doorknob as if it were the only anchor keeping me from whatever awaited me inside. The moment I finally pushed the door open, the creaking of the wood sliced through the silence of the corridor, echoing like the haunting whispers of the secrets this room had guarded for so long. The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and dust, a testament to the years gone by.This was my mother’s sanctuary during her darkest days, and now it held another piece of my heart—Lyra. My mind raced with memories of
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Rebekah povI stepped out of bed with an unusual surge of energy, the Saturday morning sunlight streaming through the window like a motivational shout, bathing the room in warm golden hues. Today was workout day, and I was ready to crush it. The eagerness coursing through my veins felt electric, a stark contrast to the lethargy that usually clung to me like a damp blanket on gray mornings.As I walked to the bathroom, the cool tile floor beneath my feet sent a refreshing jolt up my legs, a gentle wake-up call urging me into action. I splashed cold water on my face, reveling in the invigorating sting that signaled a definitive shift from the embrace of sleep to full, vibrant wakefulness. In the mirror, I saw my reflection: cheeks still slightly flushed from dreams, but my eyes sparkled with a fierce anticipation. Today felt different, like a crisp, clean slate waiting to be filled with sweat and triumph.I changed into my gym wear with the efficiency of a well-rehearsed ritual, each mo
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Lyra povAs we sped down the winding road, the world around us blurred into streaks of color, the cool air rushing past my face invigorating yet terrifying. I couldn't help but wonder how the biker had known we were stuck in traffic. No calls had been made, and no messages sent—just a strange synchronicity that sent chills down my spine.When we finally arrived at the pack, I was taken aback by its stunning beauty. The buildings were sleek and modern, their glass facades reflecting the sunlight while lush greenery enveloped them like a natural embrace. I stood there, momentarily lost in awe, my eyes drinking in the sights and sounds—the distant laughter of children, the soft rustling of leaves, and the gentle hum of activity.Vincenzo's voice cut through my reverie, his words piercing my eardrums with sarcastic clarity. “Come on and stop staring,” he called out, his tone dripping with impatience, pulling me harshly back to reality.My head snapped towards him with a jolt, and I shot h
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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
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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
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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
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