All Chapters of A Pet for the Mafia Dons: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

All that night, Bianca lay, alternately sleepless or thrashing in her sleep, which was filled with terrifying dreams.When dawn finally touched the tops of the trees in the park, Bianca stood at the window, her white and haggard face drawn, but a new determination filled her heart. She was going to learn to shoot, even if it meant that she had to go down to the shooting arena to learn.*Putting her plan into action took some manipulation. Her Masters had only sent a cryptic message. Bianca gathered that they were on their way to South America to rescue Proserpina, who had apparently tried to commit suicide by slitting her wrists. Bianca’s heart went out to the woman who had been so kind and gentle, supportive and loving when Bianca had been in turmoil.She hoped fervently that the Don’s Woman would be able to safely make it out of the terrible place she was in.Barry, already under pressure after the death of one of his men, was reluctant to take Bianca to a shooting arena to learn.

St Just and O’Grady were charging after Louis to get into the vehicle with Claude, responding to Piers Delano’s shout.The Don had killed El Toro, almost effortlessly, the Irishman reflected in awe. All during the epic fight, O’Grady cupped his hands over his mouth, his eyes screaming wonder, while St Just stood, his hands behind his head, emitting a low whistle.“The Don…Saint, I swear by all that’s holy, Sweet Jaysus, but that man… he’s simply incredible,” said O’Grady, in a voice like a reverential prayer.In his mind, O’Grady kept going over the moves that had helped Lucien Delnao to win. The Mafia Don had played El Toro, leading him on, making him feel like he had the upper hand. The Don had been allowing his adversary to throw punches, feinting some, and cleverly, cunningly, making El Toro weaker. That had been when Lucien Delano had gone in for the kill, snapping the burly South American’s neck so very easily, it looked like a laidback task. Only Liam O’Grady, a professional bo

The Captain was a long way off but not too far away to see the overturned vehicle by the side of the road.And the man in the brown trench coat who was shuffling along towards it.The Captain sighed in relief. There were still Good Samaritans in the world, he thought at first. But then, his gaze sharpened.Something about the way the man ahead was moving, dragging his feet, made alarm bells go off in Captain Ethan Davis’s head. He was limping, and as Captain Davis drove closer, he saw something in the man’s hand which made his blood run cold. A rifle. A long hunting rifle. But who would go shooting in the dead of winter?And at a deserted area like this, with the snow coming down heavily?What was equally suspicious was the fact that the man was wearing a hat, much like a Stetson, and dark glasses, and he suddenly remembered the description that Bianca Cruz had submitted at the station a few days ago. Barry, the man who worked as the security head at O’Grady’s place, had come in

The Masters were euphoric.The Delano mob had succeeded in taking down the El Toro gang.Annihilating them would be the right expression, as St Just had pointed out drily. All thanks to Hila Zaidi, of course. the woman was an ace. She had created such havoc; the men had been more than eager to lay down their arms.Louis had overheard one of the overpowered fighters speaking in a hushed whisper to his compatriot.“It is the work of a Devil,” he had said in hushed tones as the Delano men escorted the captured men to waiting trucks to be taken away. “No human could have done it,” said one of them, casting a furtive glance at Hila.And the others had turned to watch fearfully as Hila Zidi sauntered toward her husband.Piers Delano was on the verge of talks with Sayuma, the local ganglord who had helped them with resources.But that was something to be done later. Right now, they were heading to the town, to be escorted home at the earliest. The Delano siblings were heading over to the

It was late evening now.Bianca realised that she had been sleeping, almost for twenty hours straight.With a slight moan, she turned her head to look around. A nurse sat by her side, studying her phone, but sensing Bianca’s questioning gaze on her, the woman rose. She met Bianca’s eyes and smiled at the young woman lying on the bed, encouragingly. The woman moved to her and said,“Hi. I’m Tracey. Barry has hired me to stay with you.”Nodding weakly, Bianca moved her hand and sipped gratefully as the nurse placed a sipper and a straw to her dry lips.The young woman sank back on the pillows, soon shutting her eyes, a feeling of relief coursing through her. Her thoughts drifted, inadvertently, to her son Cian and her Masters. Then she placed her small hand on the gentle swell of her belly.After the devastating bomb attack, Bianca Cruz had been lying in the hospital, filled with fear. She was shaken and disoriented, her heart racing as the reality of what had happened began to sink i