A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

TRACEY’S P.O.V.It was a hectic day at school today and I don't seem to feel so out of place like I thought I would.I haven't said a word to anyone since I came here, well, not because I didn't want to but, Skylo had arranged a guide for me, hence I was being followed all around like a princess.If only they knew, I wasn't.“This will be your halls,” he pointed to the huge building standing by my right. “And over here is the library,”“Here is the cafeteria. You don't need to worry about payment. Mr.—” he paused, stopping mid-sentence, eyes darting toward me. “Never mind, That has been taken care of.“ He waved and I can't help but wonder what he wanted to say.Not like I didn't know who was footing the bills or something.I didn’t press him. Just nodded and kept walking beside him, forcing myself to pay attention to every detail and word he mentioned like my life depended on it.Because, well, it kind of did.I had so many emotions twirling me in happy. Nervous. Hopeful. Scared. I co

DAMIAN’S P.O.V.“She seemed fine.” Skylo’s words echoed in my head as I stare at my phone screen, my fingers hovering over Tracey’s number.Fine.I don’t believe it.I shouldn’t even care.But the moment I saw the notification from the internal staff informing me that she’d spent an unusual amount of time in the library before suddenly leaving—I felt it.That damn feeling of something about to go wrong gnawing in my gut.Something she probably won't tell us and the thought fucking infuriates me.I rub a hand down my face, exhaling sharply.Across from me, Skylo lounges in my chair like he owns the place, legs kicked up on my desk, flipping through some files with an air of complete indifference.I swear, I don’t pay him to sit around like a lazy bastard.But he’s always fucking there, acting like my personal devil’s advocate.“Are you gonna call her,” he drawls, still not looking up, “or just stare at your phone like a lovesick idiot?”I shoot him a glare. “Shut the fuck up.”He smirk

DAMIEN’S P.O.V.I see him before he sees me.It’s early morning when I step onto Tracey’s campus, the sun barely rising over the buildings.She must be in her hallroom receiving lectures, but I don't care.I wasn't here for her....But for the fucking ass stalker.I looked around the school building, heading over to the exact location my intel had said he was last seen—The library.And just like I was informed, he was there, standing by a bookshelf in the library.My jaw tightens at the sight of him.This fucker has been lingering around Tracey for days and I was beginning to get uncomfortable by it.My men reported every little movement—how he showed up in the library, how he was always nearby but never too close, how Tracey didn’t seem to notice but should have.I don’t like it, nor do I like the idea of him.I stride forward, my coat billowing behind me, the weight of my presence enough to turn heads as students scurry out of my way. They don’t know who I am because of the shades I

TRACEY'S P.O.VNEXT MORNINGI stepped into the kitchen, rubbing my temples, already exhausted even though the day had just started.And of course—the newest addition to the house, Robert was there sitting at the counter, drinking coffee like he’s lived here forever.I pause in the doorway, my stomach clenching with anger. There was just something about him that didn't sit well with me.He looked so comfortable. Not to be a hater but, the sight of it was more infuriating than his presence.I hated how comfortable he looks. His eyes flicked up to mine, and he let out his usual fucking ass grin “Morning, sunshine.” I scowl. “Fuck off.”He chuckled and I wonder what was funny as I watched him sip his coffee without a care. “Such a way with words. Shows you have been hanging around the devil more than necessary”I ignore his silly words, knowing they were meant to aggreviate me.I simply head towards the fridge, mentally noting to pretend his existence doesn’t matter, because I stared at

TRACEY’S P.O.V.What the actual hell just happened?I stood frozen like an idiot in the middle of the driveway, staring at the space Damien had just wheeled himself away from like the floor might swallow me next.Did he really?Did he seriously just tell me to figure it out?I blinked twice thinking I had probably misheard or something.But no. He meant it.He really walked away, leaving me standing stunned with no ride and a whole hour’s distance between me and school. I had no driver, no cab access, and no damn idea how to get there on my own. All because I had the audacity to ask Skylo to do his literal job?I turned sharply, my eyes locking on the bastard still standing by the SUV like nothing just happened.He was already halfway into another cigarette like this wasn’t his mess to begin with and, I could tell he was absolutely loving this.“You happy now?” I gritted at him.He met my glare with a smug little shrug, exhaling smoke, and turned away to resume chatting like I didn'