Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Pet for the Mafia Dons: Kabanata 241 - Kabanata 250

Bianca seemed to grow wan and pale every time the phone rang. Barry had stationed a couple of men at the apartment to take care of matters aside from himself. Although she felt terrified to leave Cian behind, Bianca still appeared at the Casino. That night, as she moved about, she could not help glancing over her shoulder repeatedly. It felt as though someone was watching her. A croupier at a table whose eyes slid away when she looked at him.A couple of strangers who entered the casino at midnight and stayed to move around, without really being involved in the games.Then there was the new woman they had hired to serve the clients. She seemed extremely nervous when Bianca looked across at her, almost toppling a tray full of drinks on to a client’s lap in her panic. All that evening, as she glided around with her face a cool mask of power and casual disdain, Bianca face a mask of calm, Bianca felt she was being walked, not walking—guided by something unseen, by the rhythm of ritua

When Bianca emerged stepped out that evening, ready to take on the world, wearing a sleeveless green gown, she looked magnificent.She had picked out eh gown with care for the night, knowing that she wanted to look like a woman going in to do battle, not a scared rabbit running for her life…The gown was made from rich emerald satin that caught the light with every movement, giving off a subtle, luxurious sheen. It hugged her body in all the right places, tailored to skim the curves without clinging too tightly. The neckline was a deep, graceful V, suggestive without being overt, balanced by the sleeveless design that showcases the shoulders and arms.The colour went well with her vibrant brown hair, and she knew it made an eye-catching ensemble.At the waist, a fitted, cinched band gave way to a gentle flare — not quite a full skirt, but enough to allow fluid movement, ideal for gliding across the casino floor. A thigh-high slit on one side offered a bold flash of leg, hinting at mis

Three days passed while the Masters tried to break the code, to try and find who was behind the letter. Although they suspected that Nico Piccolo was behind the mysterious, terrorising midnight calls and the letters and photos, they needed more proof before they acted.Unfortunately, all their skills and those of the IT team they had at their disposal could not crack the IP address. Too complicated, too clever, said their best men, throwing up their hands in defeat.Laim O’ Grady wasted no time.Bianca, trying hard to be brave, was an emotional wreck beneath all the bravado.She had snuggled between them that night, or rather, that day, when they headed home.O’Grady watched as she rested her head on his brother’s chest and said, her lower lip, full and plump, trembling,“I was…I thought…you…” At that, O’Grady had pulled her into his arms forcefully and growled, when he came up for air,“Did you seriously think that the woman in those grainy photographs could be mistaken for you?”Hi

Fingers flew over the keys as Paddy worked into the night, losing all clue about time. He built a script to correlate sending times with known server behavior, cross-referenced metadata from similar emails across dark web dumps. Patterns emerged. Then: an IP fragment buried in an overlooked X-Originating header, likely a misconfigured node in the hacker’s proxy chain. Not enough to identify, thought Paddy, chewing his lip with growing excitement, but a starting point. He leaned closer to the screen, eyes narrowing behind his thick lenses. “There,” he whispered. “Same fragment appears in a post on a darknet forum. A boast about defacing a corporate site. Sloppy.” * Bianca looked toward the ringing phone. Roxanne was calling her again, one of countless pleading calls, begging her friend to respond. Unwilling to involve gentle, sweet and submissive Roxanne in what was also a matter regarding her noxious step-brother, Bianca had hesitated to respond all these days. but now, she f

Fingers flew over the keys as Paddy worked into the night, losing all clue about time. He built a script to correlate sending times with known server behavior, cross-referenced metadata from similar emails across dark web dumps. Patterns emerged.Then: an IP fragment buried in an overlooked X-Originating header, likely a misconfigured node in the hacker’s proxy chain. Not enough to identify, thought Paddy, chewing his lip with growing excitement, but a starting point.He leaned closer to the screen, eyes narrowing behind his thick lenses.“There,” he whispered. “Same fragment appears in a post on a darknet forum. A boast about defacing a corporate site. Sloppy.”*Bianca looked toward the ringing phone. Roxanne was calling her again, one of countless pleading calls, begging her friend to respond. Unwilling to involve gentle, sweet and submissive Roxanne in what was also a matter regarding her noxious step-brother, Bianca had hesitated to respond all these days. but now, she felt calme