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Chapter 7: (Dontrell’s POV). The meeting, part 1.
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The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 8: (Dontrell’s POV) The Meeting, Part 2
The smoke from Clayton’s gun lingered as the man crumpled to the ground. Clayton holstered his gun, his cold gaze fixed on the body. “Get rid of him,” he ordered, his tone like ice. The security men swiftly dragged the corpse out. He turned back to the council. “This is our time to act. Call the Graves’ second-in-command—no deals, no mercy.”The room was tight with tension as Clayton spoke. His words were sharp, cutting through the heavy air like a blade. I stiffened at his bluntness. Clayton had no patience for diplomacy.Simeon, the Graves Gang's representative, shot to his feet. His eyes burnt with anger, his voice booming across the room. "You can’t accuse us of killing our boss. Of robbing you." His words echoed, thick with indignation."No one mentioned robbery, Simeon. Yet you seem to know about it.” Clayton shot back.I turned my gaze toward Simeon, locking eyes with him. Every man in the room was watching him now, waiting for him to break, but he struggled for words, caught u
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The lavender scent clung to the air as warm water cascaded over me, washing away exhaustion. The shower was my refuge—a brief escape from everything. Dontrell was still asleep in the bedroom, the house eerily quiet.My thoughts drifted to my father and Nadeem—it had been too long since I’d heard from them. My new phone, constantly under Dontrell’s surveillance, was only available to me on days he allowed it, and even then, I couldn’t text anyone without his permission. My father’s betrayal of my mother’s memory still haunted me; the news of the amount of trafficked women he had slept with was a dark reminder of the broken man he’d become. A faint sound outside the bathroom door broke the silence. I paused the shower and called, “Dontrell, is that you?”No answer. I peeked out from behind the tub’s curtain, a massive shower with frosted glass. My breath caught; the ensuite bathroom was luxurious—polished marble, gold fixtures—but it was empty.I shook off the unease and turned back t
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My chest heaved, exhaustion pulling me under. I stopped struggling, resigning myself to his touch.He gripped my waist and pressed closer, lifting me slightly and positioning himself to penetrate, sending a gasp from my lips. A shiver ran through me as he teased me, just barely intruding. I felt the barest intrusion of his tip in my love hole. A sensation that set every nerve alight. My body braced instinctively, expecting him to take more.But then, he stopped. Just as quickly as he advanced, he pulled out. Relief, confusion, and something darker churned in my chest, leaving me breathless. The tension was unbearable until Dontrell’s voice shattered it.“Not tonight,” he muttered, his voice rough as if wrestling with his restraint. He pulled back, his touch lingering only briefly before retreating entirely. My chest heaved as I turned to face him, confusion and relief swirling through me. He ran a hand through his hair, the tension in his muscles evident. “I didn’t save you to hurt y
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The smoke from My Father's Bon-Cadeau pipe filled the bathroom, casting shadows over his sharp features, amplifying the menacing air around him. His immaculate dark suit hugged his powerful frame. A man radiating authority, the kind that commanded both respect and fear. I tensed, my pistol still in my hand, the safety clicked off from when I’d thought I’d need it moments earlier. The audacity of him barging in burnt through me.He stood in the doorway, a figure carved out of shadows and smoke. His gaze slid past me like I wasn’t even there. His smirk deepened when he saw Allison clutching the towel tighter around herself, his eyes lingering on her a moment too long. “Next time, don’t bother hiding behind the curtain. It won’t help you.” His voice cut through the tension, sharp and biting. I didn’t respond right away; I just felt the anger bubble up.Allison’s soft voice broke the silence. “Good morning, sir,” she said, barely above a whisper.His eyes flicked over to me, colder tha
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The door clicked shut behind me as I stepped into the room. My father sat in the centre of the room, expression unreadable, framed by the chandelier light. The room carried an air of suffocation—a mix of cigar smoke and silence so heavy it seemed to choke any sense of comfort. Clayton leaned against the far wall, coiled, ready to strike. Andrew stood near the window, his arms crossed and his posture relaxed but calculated. Two additional bodyguards loomed by the door, their eyes fixed on me. I held up a hand, stopping any attempts at conversation. "Give me a moment." I walked past them into my closet, shutting the door. The hangers clicked as I pulled on black slacks and a shirt. No shoes, no jacket—this was still my house, even if it felt like enemy territory presently. When I returned, I found Clayton pacing, his anger almost palpable. My father hadn’t moved from his position, his demeanour as though he owned not just the room but everyone in it. When I returned to the room, Clay
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I froze in the bathroom doorway, my pulse racing. The air around me was thick with tension, the echoes of the women’s cries still haunting my ears. But it was his eyes—dark and piercing—that held me captive. “Come here, Dove,” he said, his voice like velvet and steel.My feet felt glued to the floor, and my body refused to move. “I won’t ask again,” Dontrell warned, his tone colder now.My feet began already betraying me as I stepped forward, closing the distance between us, each step feeling like a death sentence. When I stopped in front of him, Dontrell reached out, grabbing my neck. His touch was gentle but heavy, like a shackle, locking me in place.“Were you listening?” he asked, his eyes searching my face.I swallowed, panic rising in my chest. I couldn’t lie to him. He’d see through it instantly.“I heard... some things,” I said, my voice shaking.He studied me for a moment, lips pressed into a tight line. “You shouldn’t have.”“I didn’t mean to,” I rushed to explain. “I hea
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The snap of the bracelet echoed through the room, and the tiny beads scattered like shattered stars across the cold marble floor. “No! No!” I screamed, dropping to my knees, hands trembling as I frantically tried to gather them. Each bead that slipped felt like my heart breaking again."“Why would you do this?” I choked, my voice raw.“Because you need to let go of him,” Dontrell said, his voice sharp but laced with something deeper. “You can’t keep living in the past.”I looked up, tears falling. “You don’t get it! This wasn’t just a bracelet—it was all I had left of her!”He rubbed his eyes. “I understand more than you think. I’ve lost more than you know. But that bracelet—it's a chain from your father. It's keeping you trapped.”You don’t get to decide that for me!” I shouted, clutching the broken strands. Memories flooded back—my mother weakly smiling in her hospital bed, slipping the bracelet onto my wrist. “Each charm represents us,” she whispered: the heart for you, the crown
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Clayton’s voice sliced through the silence, sharp and merciless. “Dorothy said you’ve decided not to eat.” His tone was heavy, laced with lethal authority.I flinched. Each time I saw him, I remembered the sting of his slap, the humiliation of our first meeting. I was terrified of him. Every time I saw him, I remembered his hand striking my face the first time we met, the force of it, the humiliation. He knew I feared him. That’s why he was here—to force me to eat. “I—I’m not feeling fine,” I stammered, my words trembling as I met his hard gaze, though the way his eyebrow arched told me he didn’t care.His lips curled into a humourless smirk. “I don’t care what’s wrong with you. In this house, when you’re told to do something, you do it, eating included. That free will, Dontrell has spoilt you with, ends now.” “I’m sorry,” I whispered, lowering my gaze. “I’ll eat now.” “Not like you have a choice,” he retorted, annoyance lacing his tone. Clayton closed the distance, the tray still
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The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 181: Clayton’s POV; sue came back.
The moment the car door shut, the fake smile I wore at that goddamn charity dinner melted off like wax. My jaw clenched. I sighed, the night’s weight pressing down on me.I didn’t bother acknowledging my driver. He knew better than to speak when I was like this.I exhaled sharply and rolled my neck. The suit jacket was the first thing to go, then the cufflinks—ripped off and tossed beside me. Yanked my collar open just to breathe. The air felt thick—or maybe it was just me, choking on memories.Allison.God, her name still felt like a bruise on my chest.Told myself the damn event would distract me. But it never works. Not with her.I leaned back and closed my eyes. How did I get here? From hating her with every fibre in my body… to falling so deep I couldn’t see my way out?She used to sneak out of her ex-husband’s mansion—my brother’s house. She’d arrive in designer clothes and leave wearing my scent. Every visit started with a plan—some draft to catch Dontrell, some excuse to meet—
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 180: Leaving His Cock, Chasing Fire.
“Fuck, that’s tight,” Reed groaned, thrusting in, his veiny hands spreading my thighs wide.The hotel room smelt like expensive cologne, clean sheets, and sex. Our brunch date was long forgotten.“Yeah, just like that,” my moans echoed off the suite’s walls. I clawed at his back, legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust deep and smooth.Classic missionary. All on display. He kissed my jaw, strokes slow but hard, bouncing me into the bed.He slapped my breasts and drove in deep, pausing as I clenched before resuming with a wild rhythm. I moaned in response, throwing my head back like I meant it, nails raking down his back. He was giving it to me well—deep strokes, rough rhythm, the kind of pounding that made the bed slam against the wall. Reed had the stamina and the moves. His sinful voice matched the kisses trailing my breasts, sucking hard as his hips slammed into me.“You feel me, baby? You feel all this dick?” He whispered, lips brushing my titties.“Uh-huh,” I lied, grinding u
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 179: Allison’s POV: wild thoughts.
Three months ago, my name blazed across headlines like blood on silk.“Allison Blade Finalises Divorce from Mafia Kingpin Dontrell Blade.”“Mafia Wife Walks Away: Allison Blade Now Legally Single.”“From Blackmail to Freedom—Inside the Fall of a Criminal Empire’s Queen.”“Single and Free: Allison Blade Cuts Ties with Comatose Crime Lord”I didn’t need to read the articles — didn’t need to. I’d lived it.The court declared Dontrell unfit for trial—permanently incapacitated, doctors said—vegetative. Alive, but unreachable. A man who once ruled with an iron grip now lay breathless under a sterile hospital light, surrounded by machines that did his living for him.Filing for divorce should’ve felt like a betrayal. Instead, it felt sweet.The day I filed, I didn’t cry. I walked into the courthouse, signed the petition, and told the clerk I was ready to leave hell behind. Two weeks later, a judge reviewed my case. They assigned Dontrell a guardian ad litem—some lawyer who never looked me
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 178: Dontrell’s POV: They’ll All Burn.
I left my father’s house ten years ago and never looked back—even now, confined to a wheelchair, voiceless, motionless. I lived fully.My name would echo through generations— how I played my father and almost won if Celine's jealousy over my cover marriage to Allison hadn't ruined it.I left the house with nothing but a hunger for power—and I swore to claim it, whatever the cost. Father’s ways were too constricting. His empire was built on loyalty, fear, and respect, and I wanted it differently. I wanted more. I wanted total control. It wasn’t just the mansion, the power, or the empire I’d grown up with—it was the respect I was owed. I was the firstborn son, the one who was supposed to carry on his name. But instead, I was just another puppet in a game where he pulled the strings. I do all the work, and he gets all the glory. He leashed me and fed me scraps while he ruled as godfather. But I wasn’t some obedient little dog—that was Clayton. I envisioned power without him—without an
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 177: I Can't Be Yours.
The house was eerily quiet. The walls that once echoed with laughter and whispered promises now felt like a mausoleum of all that had crumbled. The past weeks blurred into courtroom drama and hospital visits. Dontrell lay in a hospital bed, battered and broken. My father was also locked away for sins that had ensnared us all.Now I stood in our room – his room, but he wasn’t here; the kisses and sex we shared in this penthouse were now memories. The staff packed up the remnants of a carefully built life that crumbled in an instant. The drag of my luggage on the floor sounded like freedom.His staff stayed—I admired their loyalty, though it was to the wrong man.“I’ll be seeing you, Ms Blackwell,” the cook said, nodding as he pulled my frame off the wall and walked out. His words felt hollow. Was it pity—or just obligation?I took one last look at the room, knowing it was never truly mine.This was a place where I had been loved and cherished—then manipulated, beaten, and lied to.
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 176: One Month Later; Justice in Limbo.
A month had passed since the chaos—since the gun at my temple, the screams, and Dontrell's fury. The nights were restless, haunted by the feel of his grip around my throat.My dad was fine, serving his jail term— for now.I thought that night would be the last chapter. But today, the courthouse buzzed with motion. Reporters crowded the windows, flashes blinding. Security was doubled.Justice was supposed to come with a gavel slam and order, but fate had other plans.I sat in the second row, Clayton beside me, tense. We hadn’t spoken much since that day. The weight of it lingered like smoke. Two federal agents flanked us, my hands cold in my lap. My name was redacted from the record, but anyone could connect the dots. I wasn’t here out of curiosity; I was why this room was full.The judge—a sharp-eyed woman in her sixties—cleared her throat as the clerk called the case.“Superior Court of California. People vs. Dontrell Blade.”It rang like a church bell.Except there was no Dontrell
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 175: A Silent Farewell.
I was still shaking. My ragged breaths echoed in the sterile hallway, the air thick with antiseptic. My hands trembled, the pain and marks on my wrists a sharp reminder that I was tied up overnight. But no pain or sting of anxiety could compare to the uncertainty that clung to me as they rushed Dontrell through the ER doors.Clayton was by his side—almost too close, as if he could somehow will his brother to live just by being there. His jaw was clenched so tight, his teeth might crack. His eyes were haunted, desperate, masking everything beneath his stone façade. He focused on the stretcher, barely sparing me a glance, as if acknowledging me would break him. But I saw the tremors in his hands, the slight tremble in his voice as he barked orders at the hospital staff. He was cracking.His muscles taut, as if holding the world at bay.I wanted to scream, to tell him it would be okay, but the words died on my lips. I couldn’t lie. We were rushing toward something, and we didn’t know
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 174: Last Man Standing.
Pain dulled and numbed my nerves but never left. My body lay twisted, face down on the cold marble floor, wrists bruised and chained, legs shackled tight. I’d dozed off from exhaustion that swallowed time.Cold sweat clung to me—fear or fever, I couldn’t tell.BANG!The steel door slammed open like a shotgun, shaking the floor. Dontrell stormed in, boots slamming the floor like thunder. Before I looked up, he grabbed a bucket—filthy water—and splashed it on me.I choked and flailed as freezing water hit me. My scream strangled behind the gag. My head jerked back, spluttering, struggling to breathe. I writhed, eyes wild.“**WAKE UP!**” he roared.I screamed back, but it came out muffled, a pathetic wail swallowed by the gag and drowned in the room's silence.I writhed and shook violently, my soaked hair sticking to my face, every nerve in my body alert now.He yanked my hair to make me look up at him, “You connived with Clayton?” He ripped the chain from the wall with a sharp clink.“
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 173: When day breaks, I Die.
The air was thick with a foul, deathly presence. Nausea rose, choking me. I fought to hold it down, but my stomach twisted, the bitter taste rising.Blood. Fresh. Dark. Everywhere. A stark stain on the cold concrete. It pooled in the corners, a chilling testament to what had happened here. My hands flew to my mouth, holding back the bile. My feet cemented to the ground, my body paralysed by the horror before me.Ahead, a steel autopsy table gleamed under a surgical lamp. Dried blood smeared its edges. Shackles hung from the sides, the stench of bleach and decay churning my stomach.To the left—glass display cases. Not for trophies. For weapons. Lined neatly: silenced pistols, blood-crusted knives, bone saws, scalpels, and syringes half-filled with amber liquid. A blood streaked sledgehammer rested casually against the wall like it had just been used.My stomach twisted as I backed into the wall, gripping the frame to avoid falling. My hands, knees, and lips were all shaking.A body
