All Chapters of A Pet for the Mafia Dons: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

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Chapter 227 The Trap

Egor looked at Tatjana dispassionately as she lay on her side on the bed, sniffling.She was securely bound, her hands fastened behind her back with zip ties, while her friend lay under the bed, gagged and similarly bound, eyes wide with terror.If Tatjana had ever seemed attractive, it was all gone now; her face red, with a shiny nose and red-rimmed eyes, her mascara streaking down her cheeks, she looked exactly what she was, a terrified young woman.Tatjana tried to shake her head to dislodge the blonde hair that was sticking to her sweat-dampened forehead, all to no avail. The man had secured the ties so tightly, she moaned in pain, having begged him to loosen them piteously. For her efforts, he came up to her, gripped her hair and gave her a backhanded slap. then he gagged her roughly, pushing her down onto the bed, leaving her helpless and sobbing into the smelly gag.What have I done? Thought Tatjana desperately for the hundredth time, her head sinking onto the smelly coverlet,

Chapter 228 Walking to death...

A few hours earlier, a long time after the clock had chimed two in the morning, there was a movement in the street....At this hour of night, the narrow alley on one side of the hotel was cloaked in shadows. The walls of old stone houses pressed in on either side, their plaster cracked and weather-stained, ivy creeping along the edges. A faint smell of diesel and stale tobacco lingered in the still air.The Don’s men were shadows in flesh—silent, watchful, and lethal when needed. Each one carried the weight of quiet violence, the kind that didn’t need to be advertised. They weren’t flashy or loud. These were men hardened by years in the underworld, loyal not because they were paid, but because they owed the Don something deeper—blood, debt, or salvation.They had willingly accompanied him all the way from Hollowford, for their allegiance was to the brutal but just man with silver hair, the Mafia Don, Lucien Delano.A little ahead, three men stood in the alley, barely moving. James Sc

Chapter 229 Fight to Death!

Lucien Delano paused for a moment and glanced at the once-shiny number that had been printed on the door.Room 302.The room where he had been instructed to enter by the kidnapper.The distorted voice had called to give details about handing over the ransom the previous day.Lucien Delano could still hear the mockery ringing in the voice, as if the kidnapper was laughing at some private joke . A joke on them.“… if you wish to save the Bear’s young niece.” The speaker had smirked over the phone.He pictured the Bear’s traumatised face.Something seemed to hold him back, but he scowled. He was not going to let a hunch stop him.A small whimpering sound came to him from inside the room, and he stood, frozen for a second.Taking a deep breath, the Mafia Don put out his large hand on the handle, his senses on full alert.Something held him back, not because he was alone. He had taken on many men single-handedly, in the ring, on the streets, surprise attacks, all of them, and he had lived

Chapter 230 The End!

The Don stood still for a moment, his sharp eyes locked on his opponent, the silence between them thick with promise. Then, with deliberate calm, he peeled off his shirt, exposing his raw masculine energy.From her uncomfortable position on the floor, Tatjana stared, transfixed. She wanted to sigh, to swoon over him, at this piece of carved manliness… rippling muscles, flat board abs…The Assassin’s large hand was around her throat, but she was unaware of anything but the Alpha male presence of Lucien Delano.He exuded virility, almost animal-like. The ruggedness, the predatory masculinity in his stance, feet apart, ready and alert, as he stood, stripping down to his expensive trousers, kicking off his shoes, it made her swallow in unabashed desire.All Tatjana wanted to do was swoon at his feet, beg him to make rough love to her…She was still bound, her wrists hurt, and so did her cheek and ear, still ringing from the blow the assassin had delivered. But young Tatjana was oblivious

Chapter 231 Bianca in action

When Bianca walked into the Casino, she was instantly aware of the muted hum of activity in the place. She had begun to enjoy turning up before it was crowded with the people who arrived, eyes gleaming, an air of anticipation around them. A greed. A hunger.Now, the huge Casino was deserted. And Bianca loved it.She walked around, musing.In the afternoon, a casino feels like a stage before the curtain rises — hushed, dimly lit, holding its breath.The overhead lights are low, not yet dazzling. A soft amber glow spills across the silent slot machines, their screens looping idle animations, spinning cherries and sevens that no one watches. The roulette tables are deserted, the green felt pristine, numbers waiting for fate to spin them into relevance. Blackjack and baccarat tables lie still, chairs tucked in, cards not yet dealt.There’s an almost sacred stillness to the place. The carpet muffles footsteps — a deep, patterned red that has seen countless fortunes lost and won, though

Chapter 232 Bianca Cruz

A suspicion had been growing within her mind ever since the first night when Piccolo had sauntered in, like he owned the place.He was after something, and was reporting to someone else.Bianca had already gotten the information she had asked for from Ria Delano. The toad of a brother of Roxanne’s still lived at his late father’s mansion. With his string of mistresses, all of whom he kept changing at the drop of a hat.And almost every night, after showing up at the Casino, Nico Piccolo would go alone, accompanied only by his chauffeur, to a desolate little cabin hidden in the heart of the woods bordering Thomastown and Hollowford.Ria’s men had not been abo to identify just who lived there, for the cabin had a high voltage electric fence around it. Shielding it from people who approached. And a team of fierce Rottweilers who would bark in a frenzy if any stranger approached.Ria had shrugged apologetically as she informed Bianca,“My men did not want to reveal themselves. But whoeve

Chapter 233 Bianca Takes A Stand

Bianca headed in the direction of the Craps table, determination in her stride. Barry was close behind her, and three of the other wingmen tailed her discreetly.The craps table was alive, a glowing island of green felt under bright overhead lights, surrounded by a semi-circle of players — some casual, others clearly veterans. Chips clacked in eager fingers. The air pulsed with energy, conversation, and the occasional roar of laughter.A sharp-faced stickman, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black vest, leaned forward, his long wooden stick poised like a conductor’s baton. “Coming out!” he called, voice cutting through the hum of the casino floor.At the centre of the action stood the shooter — a woman in a sequined black dress, focused and smiling invitingly. She selected two red dice from a neat row that the stickman had offered moments ago. The rest were swept away by the stick’s graceful swoop. She shook the dice in one hand with a practised flick, then hurled them across the ta

Chapter 234 More Involvement?

Piers Delano was furious. He was, as Claude would have said, Hopping Mad. And that, for the young mob Boss, was an unusual occurrence.His normally cool demeanour had vanished, and he was puffing away on a cigarette furiously as he stared out at the dark night slipping away outside his tinted window.The cars in his cavalcade shot across the countryside, but he was oblivious to anything but the thoughts swirling around in his head.He adored his mother, much more than he respected his father. And that was the simple truth. He would lay his life down to keep Mumma safe. And happy.All during his growing years, he had watched Lucien Delano as he moved from being a man who was barely civil to his first firstborns, to the man gradually came round to cherishing his daughters and sons. And now, to an adoring, indulging grandfather, who doted on his grandchildren. But…Some wounds do not ever heal.Piers had grown up, seeing the distress on his young mother’s face, had heard her sob quietly

Trouble On The Horizon

The Delano palatial estate was large, and that was an understatement. Almost a hundred rooms, Beatrice boasted to anyone who cared to listen, which was a bit of an exaggeration, of course!Set at the end of a winding drive lined with ancient oaks, the mansion stood in grand, gentle defiance of time—vast, sprawling, and full of life. Its architecture was an elegant patchwork of eras: a wide front with high-arched windows and ivy-clad stone, wings that had been added over generations, and a warm, terracotta-tiled roof stretching out in all directions like the skirts of a noblewoman settling into her chair.The grounds unfolded endlessly around it—rolling lawns broken by old fountains, sun-drenched courtyards, flowerbeds in glorious disarray, and wide terraces where vines clambered over wrought-iron railings. A hedge maze curled like a secret to one side, and orchards stretched into the distance on the other, the trees heavy with fruit in the summer haze. Stone paths wandered without hur

Bianca In Trouble

Bianca knew she had made a terrible mistake when she began to receive the phone calls.It began a few days after the altercation with Nico Piccolo.At first, it was just a couple of calls.She had been in the living room, holding her son and cooing to him after fixing up a simple breakfast for herself. Sylvie had left for a rare day off to the Clubhouse, where the bikers were meeting. A wedding, she had explained as she styled her brassy curls and preened for Bianca’s perusal. Bianca had whistled and Barry had chortled when Sylvie had blushed like a teenager.Bianca found it unbelievably cute when the two old lovebirds made eyes at each other. Fr all his macho figure, Barry was a softie at heart, she concluded as she looked at his face. The man was ogling his partner of many years, a look of lascivious desire in his normally blank face.“She looks sexy, Barry, c’mon, admit it!” Bianca had teased. The older man, his big body covered in tats, had turned beet-red, his ears were glowing.

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