บททั้งหมดของ A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

DAMIEN’S P.O.V.Skylo opened the door to my office barging in without a care in the world.It was typical of him to behave in such an unruly manner but, I was in the worst of moods to condole bad behavior from anyone.I didn’t say a word as he walked in. My eyes were glued to the monitor, watching the slow-loading security footage from the east port, the audio on mute but the blood on screen was loud enough. Two men were gone, ambushed like they were dogs while trying to secure a shipment that wasn’t even worth the blood spilled for it.I stared at stillness of the two men lying in their pool of blood, my heart aching in anger from the fact that someone dared to touch what was mine and I still hadn't killed someone for it yet."Perché non mi hai lasciato portare Tracey a scuola?" (Why didn’t you let me take Tracey to school?) Skylo asked from behind me, voice casual, as if that was the conversation I needed right now.I hated explaining myself. Especially to my men. Especially when I

SKYLO’S P.O.VThere were two things I never messed with.My car, and my peace.And whoever the hell was standing right in the middle of the road right now was fucking threatening both.“The fuck—” I jerked the steering wheel hard to the left, tires screeching as I narrowly avoided slamming into the figure that just dashed out from the shadows like a fucking maniac.Tracey, who’d been sulking about the fact that I scolded her a second ago, screamed like a banshee and grabbed the dashboard, “What the hell was that?!”“How the fuck should I know,” I hissed, slamming the brakes and twisting the car into a clean stop by the roadside. My heart was racing hard against my ribs, boiling with pure rage as adrenaline pulsed through my veins in excess.I gritted my teeth and looked ahead through the windshield, observing for a second if this was an ambush by the enemies or just an accident.But, looking ahead, it was difficult to tell because just one person was standing.I stared harder, the fi

TRACEY’S P.O.VI stared out the car window, eyes squinted, my foot bouncing impatiently against the car-mat as my mind brewed with impatience.The conversation outside was taking longer than it should. Especially for Skylo.He wasn't the type to stand around chatting—especially not in the middle of the damn road with some woman who looked like she just ran through hell barefoot.When Skylo had stepped out of the car minutes ago, all tensed up looking like he was about to tear into whoever was standing in front of the car, I was scared beyond witts. I had thought someone was about to get cussed out or even killed. But now? Staring at him… standing there, talking in a tone that seemed to calm for his personality as he spoke to whoever that lady was made me even more curious and worried.That wasn’t like him.I leaned forward, squinting my eyes past the windshield, my brows furrowed for a clearer view despite Skylo's broad back blocking most of her.Ofcourse, I could identify a woman wa

TRACEY'S P.O.VThe phone buzzed again.Ofcourse, it was another call from the Almighty Damien Black.Persistent as ever. And this time I didn’t have the luxury of ignoring it.Skylo’s grip on the steering wheel was iron tight, his eyes focused, and Katya… well, she was all curled back, fast asleep.I stared at the name glowing on my screen. My thumb hovering over the green button for half a second before I pressed it.“Hey,” I said in a monotone voice, trying to sound casual and less suspicious.“Tracey,” Damien’s voice came cool and that made my butt even on my seat even more. “Where the hell are you?” He asked calmly.My heart jumped a beat. I cleared my throat. “Yeah, uh… sorry. The car kind of… gave up on us. Broke down halfway back home.” I blurted out the quickest lie my brain could possibly think of.There was a pause. A long suffocating one like he was trying to see if I'd break and spill out the damn truth.“You’re telling me Skylo’s car broke down?” Damien repeated like he

SKYLO’S P.O.VThe gravel crunched beneath the tires as I drove through the gate. I stared ahead, my jaw tight, fingers clenching the steering wheel a little too hard.Katya leaned forward slightly, her voice cautious. “Where the hell is this place, Skylo? This doesn’t look like a hotel to me.”“You must be dumb to think the men in search of you wouldn't look over to a hotel” I groaned wishing she'd just shut the hell up and let me do my thing.I could see why she was friends with Tracey. They were alike in so many ways and She was staring to piss me off with the endless bugging conversation.She sighed loudly, “You’re seriously going to keep driving like we’re not in the middle of some shady-ass forest?”I pressed my lips together, eyes focused on the dirt path that wound toward the compound ahead. Tracey, surprisingly, hadn’t said a word since we entered the gate.She was watching me through the rearview mirror, and I could feel her silence was anything but calm.“I’m not stupid if t