Dear readers, thanks for the encouragement so far. Mind you, it's my first time writing a mafia book and I might make some mistakes, you can point them out to me, I learn every day. In this particular book, the fantasy part is dominant in case it is confusing. Also, I don't see in-comments, it is hard to navigate when there are too many chapters. Please, I'd prefer if it is left in the review box so I can see all the questions and suggestions. Thanks.
Arabella thought she had escaped all the brutality from Sandro, but she was starting to doubt his niceness.She brushed her hair that stuck on her forehead due to the sweat coating her body. They finished fúcking a few seconds ago and despite not wanting to give herself completely to him, she enjoyed what he did to her.Although she didn't divulge that part of the information to him she believe he knew even without saying.He had made her writhe underneath him, begged him to fúck her over again and yell his name.Sandro stood near the window. She didn't know what he was staring down at but he was tensed. She saw him gripping the window sill and his muscles flexed under the dim lighting of the moon that streamed in.Sandro turned back to her and she hastily draped the duvet over her bare torso.She flushed, looking down at her fingers as his eyes stayed on her for a few seconds before he let them wander away.She cleared her throat breaking the silence. "Why are you being nice to me? I
The next morning, Arabella awoke to a noise in the room. It sounded a bit far away.She grimaced clutching her stomach as the urge to throw up streamed through her. She shoved the vomit down and winced at the acidic taste at the back of her throat.She tried opening her eyes but it seemed as though they were glued together and her ears rang.Her skin felt as though someone was pulling on it like the strings of a guitar. It hurts and she opened her mouth to yell at the person nudging her to stop but nothing came out."Take the bitch out of the room."The voice was clearer now and she crinkled her nose.Her eyes snapped open and she sighted Sandro a few feet away, staring at her in disgust.Not only that, she realise the urge to throw up had streamed through her because of her being swung.Three guards gripped her hand and she recognised only one who was an associate, Giuseppe.The rest were new to her and they dragged her around the room like a rag doll whilst Sandro stood in the centr
"You've gone too far, bro!" Blaze shouted, kicking at the coffee table."How do you mean?" Sandro's green eyes narrowed and he lit the cigarette sticking out from his lips."Fúck it, bro, she doesn't deserve this!""What the hell are you talking about?" Sandro snapped, glaring at him. "You can't come in here baring your fúcking fangs at me!""You know what I am talking about. Arabella doesn't deserve to be in that dungeon.""Not even an ordinary dungeon but fúcking maniac werewolves! You fúcking know she can't survive in there!""Fúck it!" Sandro thundered. He tossed the unlit cigarette on the floor and scowled. "And what has that got to do with you?!""She's human and can break!" Blaze yanked on his hair. His frustration wasn't leaving anytime soon."You have a heart Sandro, I don't see you to be as cruel as this.""She deserves everything tossed at her. After all, I've been wanting to kill her. Now that I got the opportunity, I see no reason to keep her." Sandro said with a shrug.B
"What do you want?" Janice asked as the door went ajar."I need your help," Blaze mumbled. He leaned on the door for a few seconds, before walking into the room."Please." He added seeing the glare on her face."I'm glad you know I can be useful to you. Besides, I don't think I am willing to help you." Janice said.She giggled whilst swiping at her phone screen."I'm sorry, Janice. For everything that I did to you and I'll do whatever you want. You need to help me." Blaze begged, agitated."Is it about the witch?"He nodded and yanked at his hair in frustration.Janice sighed. She stood from where she sat and walked towards the window. Then walked up to him. "I'll help you but with a condition.""That is?" Blaze tilted his head.Janice walked back to the centre of the room and stripped slowly, seductively. She grasped her breasts and licked her bottom lip before flashing him a suggestive wink."What are you doing?" Blaze frowned as she walked towards him slowly.Her hand splayed on hi
Janice walked into the dungeon. Her nose wrinkled and she glanced around. No one was watching and she doubted anyone could see her.She had used a cloaking spell.Her grandmother's cloaking spell to be precise. What she didn't disclose to anyone when she arrived at the De Luca Villa was that she was from a long bloodline of witches.Her mother was a witch but Janice hadn't inherited the powers. However, she could make portions.She was lucky being from witches had come in handy else she'd have had her heart ripped out by the Deltas she was now glaring at.She rounded the corner mumbling 'dulce somnii'(Sweet dreams). She had read it from the old spell book She brought along with her while on the run and she tossed some Matricaria chamomilla she ground into powder in the air. She watched as each Delta fell to the floor one after the other."Not even the strongest of you can fight it." She murmured.She could have been affected as well but she had used an immune spell beforehand.Walking
"Kill me, Alessandro. That is what you do best, right? To prove how almighty you are!" Janice said, riling him further.Sandro grunted, releasing his grip from her. He walked to the window side and towards her again.His eyes narrowed as he stared at her. "Why can't I kill you? We are not even related!""And even if we were, I'll never forgive a sibling for betrayal. None will ever betray me, I am the Alpha.""You should know the world doesn't revolve around your arrogant ass and people are free to say whatever they want." Janice shrugged. She rubbed at her neck and let out a wince. Despite the fact that he was not holding her anymore, her neck still hurts.Sandro stared at her for a long time. He had a soft spot for her. No doubt. Each time he gazed at her, he recalled the bruised girl that had been running from her father.He recalled her tear-stained face and the tattered dress showing partly her body.He had helped her after perceiving she was a werewolf and had thought he'd help
Arabella rolled to her side and let out a wince. She opened her eyes slowly.For a few seconds, she tried to recall where she was as she stared at the iron cage that surrounded her.She sat up straight and her eyes collided with a large dog which stood a few feet from her.It snarled, and its golden eyes glinted.Arabella cowered and hugged her knees to her chest as it prowled towards her. She breathed out, staring down at her body. Her lower lip trembled as she glimpsed the weals that covered her skin.Then, she recalled all that had happened.Sandro had been nice to her, only that all had been a ruse. He had used her and discarded her as though she was garbage.Not only that, he had left her to die!Arabella thought she'd die until she felt a presence. She believed it was Janice.She had been in the room with her whilst she was unconscious but then she wasn't sure as she remembered Sandro telling the guard to allow her no visitors.Also, she had caught a glimpse of Blaze. The leathe
"This seems fresh. It must have happened a few hours in the night." Francis said, assessing the blood he had collected from the traces in the dungeon.Sandro knitted his brows and brushed his hand through his hair. "Who was on duty?""Jules, Daisy, the twins-Brad and Benson.""What were you doing?" Sandro murmured.James trembled. He shifted from one foot to another. "It was my day off.""I said what the fúck were you doing?!" Sandro growled.Francis and James, who were closer to him, flinched."You were busy fúcking the bítch?!""N-No!" James sputtered, shaking his head. "I was on medication, and I was told to rest for a while.""Shit!" Sandro grunted, kicking at the cage.Blaze burst into the room, and he frowned. "What's going on? Janice told me about a jailbreak.""The whóre is gone." Sandro rasped. "She fúcking left, and whoever did rescue her will rue the day he or she was born."Then his eyes strayed to James, "Gather the Deltas; we are going on a search.""Come, we need to talk