All Chapters of A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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

TRACEY'S P.O.VMy stomach let out an embarrassing growl, loud enough to break the silence in the across the damn living room.The moment I heard the growl, I froze, blinking as fast as I could like that would scare the hunger away. But of course, it didn’t work. My stomach just did it again and infact, the sound came louder this time.There was no doubt I was hungry as hell. Of course, I had to…it had been hours since my last meal and I was certain to have burnt whatever energy I had from it on my the rush that happened earlier.My stomach rumbled again and I hissed, rubbing my flat belly with my palm. "Great," I muttered glancing towards the hallway where Damien had disappeared earlier. I sighed, pushed up from the ground. The floor was cold beneath my feet as I walked past the dim hallway toward the door cracked halfway open.Damien was inside, silently dabbing onthe cut on his arm and I wondered what the heck he was still doing?The room reeked of antiseptic and tension as I wal

SKYLO’S P.O.VThe silence after a shootout always came with a strange kind of ringing in my ears. Like my body was still catching up to the chaos, even though the bullets had stopped flying.I exhaled and leaned against the wall, the mix of blood of the deceased men staining across my face and body. Some were mine, but most were those of the attacker.I wiped the dripping blood off my face.I had no guilt. Damien had taught me never to feel guilty over losing brave men.I looked around the housed. Fuck…It looked oddly different and it made me want to shoot the skull of the fucking attackers again.The floor was soaked, either from someone’s blood or the shattered bottle of whiskey that had stood too proud on Damien’s shelf.I blinked past the sting of sweat and gunpowder in my eyes, letting the weight of everything settle.We’d lost a couple of our men. Jorge, Manuel, Franco.They were all gone..and for no fucking reason, but none of that mattered to me right now. Because Damien was

ANN’S P.O.VI sat on the bench outside the back entrance, pressing a blood-stained cloth against my thigh.The damn thing still burned like hell. The bullet had grazed me clean, but the pain felt like a fucking warning shot for traitors. Traitors like myself.I was breathing in short, quiet gasps. My hands trembling from both the pain of the wound and the narrow escape I had just experienced.My mind was clouded with fear as I glanced around my shoulder staring at Camillé who was still knocked into a deep sleep.I stood up and walked out of the room heading for the basement. I couldn't kill the guilt crawling up in my guts….Skylo hadn’t said much since the shootout ended until he left despite trying to get things out of him. But the way he’d looked, I could tell the puzzle pieces were beginning to form right in his damn head—and I couldn't afford that.Damnit! I hissed, my wound stinging right through my foggy brain as I leaped forward making sure the cameras at the back entrance wer

Camillé P.O.VThe second I stormed out of the room, I didn’t wait for Ann’s voice behind me. I could hear her yelling my name, but I wasn’t in the mood to stop and listen to her words…My mind was too clouded. All I wanted was a dang explanation from Skylo.What the heck did he do to me and why the hell did he lock me up like I was Tracey.I hissed, already halfway down the hallway, my hand moving fast, slamming every closed door open as fast as possible. The whole house was dark, but it didn't stop me. If I couldn't see, Atleast, I could yell his name out."Skylo!" I shouted his name into the echoing hallway.I yanked another one of the doors, not even caring which room it led to. "Skylo, where the fuck are you, you asshole!" My voice bounced back at me but no answer came in.He wasn't there and there was no sign of Damien either. And wasn’t that just perfect? The two people who always had shit under control were nowhere to be found. Meanwhile, I was pacing through this haunted-ass