All Chapters of A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

TRACEY'S P.O.VI hadn’t seen Robert all morning, which I would count as a small win.I wasn’t ready to face him, not with the weight of a decision still dragging at the back of my mind. I hadn’t made up my mind, and I hated the idea of him seeing the indecision all over my face.I let my feet carry me down the corridor with a mind of their own.That was when it happened.A hand reached out, yanking me hard by the arm, and before I could even gasp the situation properly, I was dragged into a room.Yet again.I blinked, stunned, my mind running fast.The air was different in here…darker, colder with dimly lit and I struggled to look around.There were shelves lined with loads of sacks,. making me guess this was a storehouse."What the fu...” I cursed, but, cutting short when I saw his face.Robert.Of course it was Robert. Same damn suit…. Same eyes that looked made me want to cringe out.My expression soured as I yanked my arm free from of his grip. “Jesus, what the heck is actually

TRACEY’S P.O.V“So, Skylo, what next??“ I asked, folding my hand against my arm.“Don't fucking involve yourself with Rodrigo. He's more dangerous than you think….““Just do as I say….and follow my instructions.“ He slammed the door, walking out of the room like I was a dog meant to simply nod at him.“Skylo…we are not done talking” I called after him but, there was no response. He had sprinted out, leaving me in that damn room with my heart racing, and every muscle in my body caught between bolting out and collapsing on the floor.I couldn’t think. Hell, I couldn’t even breathe right.I stood there for another minute, alone, angry, and afraid if I was making the right choice. This felt like betrayal but, yet again, I owed no one loyalty.I sighed, before dragging my tired legs back to my room. I couldn't afford Damien to see me in here. That would be draining to explain.Getting into my room, I could feel my body giving up from being emotionally exhausted.I shut my door softly, lean

TRACEY’S P.O.V“I need to finish the report and get to bed too,” I said back to him even though I didn't mean it.“Good.. Make sure to keep an detailed eyes. I wouldn't want to let double check due to incompetence.“ I nodded silently, my pulse was still pounding in my ears.I could still feel his touch on my jaw as I moved to back my original position.I sat back down and tried to focus on the tablet again, pretending like my skin wasn’t still on fire, like my chest wasn’t caving in from holding in too much.Damien returned back to facing the pile of document on his tablet. But I could tell he wasn't concentrating.He just stared at the screen, silent, and with a clenched jaw...We were both caught up in our own thoughts when Boom.The entire building shook and the lights above us began flickering."What the hell.." I looked up, but Damien was already on his feet.Boom. Boom.The sound became louder this time…“D-damien what's going on?“ I muttered and immediately the sharp cracks of

DAMIEN’S P.O.VWe were under attack and the first thing that snapped in my head was to protect Tracey..To fucking protect Tracey.I kept my arm around her, one eye on the sealed door, and the other on her face.She was pale, shaking and still clutching that damn tablet like it’d save her from bullets."You're holding that thing like it’s a shield," I muttered, lips brushing near her ear but she didn't say a word.I could tell she was too scared for that.She let out a shaky breath and lowered it slightly. Didn’t say a word.Good. We both had no time for back and forth.Another low thud rumbled through the floor, this one farther, but close enough to remind me we weren’t out yet.I checked the chamber of the glock again. I had five bullets left and had to put it in good use. I had no backup and no goddamn Skylo in sight. I clicked my tongue, frustration curling around my neck.“I should’ve killed this bastard when I had the chance to.“ I muttered understand my breath.Tracey glanced

TRACEY’S P.O.VWe were both silent as the car drove as fast as it could while I sat still behind, my arms folded tightly across my chest, pretending to focus on the blurry trees we were speeding past.. But truthfully, I was just trying not to think too hard.Damien drove like he was having a personal race against the road itself. His eyes straight ahead, no emotion… like always.The engine roared louder every time his foot slammed the gas, and I took in a deep breath.I didn’t say anything. I simply just shut my eyes, leaning my head back, as I welcomed the brief moment of silence… even if it was just for a few seconds because with us, there was always another storm.My thoughts wandered to earlier and how I could’ve died if Damien hadn’t wheeled in and put a bullet through that bastard’s head… I would’ve been lying in a pool of blood right now. My blood.My stomach tightened at the memory. That man’s hand had been around my throat… his gun at my temple… and he was ready to shoot the