All Chapters of A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

DAMIEN’S P.O.VI was pissed.No. I was fucking boiling with rage.It has been three hours. Three goddamned hours since my last call with Skylo and not a single fucking word from him since then.And I don’t do well with silence, especially not from my right hand.I’d been pacing my office like a caged animal, phone in one hand, trying to reach him again for the seventh time. Each call landing in emotionless voicemail thay signified one thing— His line was unavailable, and that did something to my chest.Skylo wasn't one to leave me hanging. He had always answered his damn. Always. No matter where he was or what he was doing, Skylo never delayed my call. And if he had a reason to be off-grid, I would’ve known. He would’ve told me. Which meant he didn’t want me to know.Which meant betrayal.I tried Tracey’s line too. Dead.Something just wasn't adding up.“Get Blake!” I barked, loud enough to shake the goddamn floor and the man standing outside quickly squirred away in search of him.

TRACEY’S P.O.V.We barely got home when I jumped out of the damn car. “Tracey!” One of the guards tried to stop me. “Boss said—”“I don’t care!” I snapped without slowing my pace, sprinting down the long hallway that led to Damien’s office.I didn't care what order Damien had given at this point, all I wanted was to have a word with him first.I found my way down the hallway, ignoring their yells from behind as I barged into his office.Empty. Argghh. He must be in his room then. I gritted my teeth, sprinting as fast I could before his men could catch up with me.They could keeping yelling behind me for all I care, I didn’t give a shit. Not when Skylo was stranded out there, alone, and this whole damn mess was spiraling out of control.He didn’t deserve it. Not one bit.He was just trying to help Katya. Yeah, his ways was harsh and ruthless, but deep down, I knew Skylo had a good heart.And now, all because of some flimsy order of Damien, he was left out there in that godforsaken pa

TRACEY’S P.O.VFor once, the house didn’t feel like a war zone.There were No angry footsteps echoing through the halls.No distant shouting or weird comments from Camillé trying to prove a point about Damien being hers and certainly there was no Damien with the cold stares at the front seat.Just... pure calmness, the exact feeling my soul needed.And well, the smell of food. Warm, comforting, good food.The dining table was laid out like it was Christmas morning, which made zero sense because this place didn’t do holidays or celebrations. But, everything about today felt different.There was a lot of food tabled on the dining. A whole lot that made me think we were actually celebrating something. I opened the plates of meals. Every single one of them, my eyes widening by the different varieties of dishes, both local and foreign, some I didn't even recognize but my stomach didn’t care.It rumbled in happiness, appreciating the meals placed in front of it.I pulled out a chair slowl

TRACEY’S P.O.VI didn’t go to school today.Not because I was lazy—okay, maybe a little—but mostly because I couldn’t bring myself to leave. Not with everything that had happened. Not with Katya lying in that bed like she had no idea how close she came to something dark. Not with Skylo pretending like none of it touched him when I knew damn well it did.And not with Damien roaming these halls like a loaded gun.No, I needed to stay close today. Keep my head down and my ears open.Katya had been unusually quiet this morning. She’d stirred when I peeked into her room, mumbled something about pastries and Russia, then drifted right back to sleep. I smiled to myself before closing the door.She needed rest. And honestly? I didn’t want to admit how much I’d miss her if I went off to sit through lectures I barely cared about while she was still recovering.So here I was.Wandering aimlessly through the hallway with a cup of coffee in my hand, wearing a hoodie two sizes too big and socks tha

TRACEY’S P.O.VThe damn time you never expect the day to wiggle away so fast… it does.I blinked awake to a brand new day, the sunlight spilling through the thin slit in the curtain like it had a personal beef with me. It landed directly on my face, hot and aggressive, and I groaned, turning away from the reflection.I hated mornings like this.Mornings that were loud enough for my thoughts to scream and drive me insane while I lie still, unable to do nothing.I was still lying on my bed, just staring at the ceiling, breathing in the heaviness that was pressing against my chest. I had woken up feeling sore, my mind reeling with the bugging discussion I had with Robert last night. God…If Robert knew…No no….I had to speak to Damien.I thought. I had to listen to whatever he had to say before making a decision and honestly, every part of me wished I could delay that conversation until the sun burned out. But I knew what delaying it would mean.This wasn’t about me anymore. Neither wa