Semua Bab A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING : Bab 141 - Bab 150

TRACEY’S P.O.V“Your son’s girlfriend?” I frowned at him, completely thrown off. . “Excuse me?”He didn’t look alarmed or even seem surprised. He let out a weak tired kind of smile like he was watching something play out exactly the way he expected.“Did I get that wrong?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. “Aren't you his girlfriend?”“I… what?“I shook my head “Sorry, Who are we talking about here?” I raised a brow, arms folding across my chest, as I stared at the man scared if I break eye contact I might lose the little truth I was searching for. “Who’s your son, if I may ask?”He chuckled softly, like he found the question amusing. “You don’t have to pretend with me, sweetheart. I may be old, but I’m not blind. You’ve got that look. The kind of look women get when they love a man who doesn’t give them easy answers.”Okay. This man was crazy. Cause why the hell was he speaking in parables I didn't seem to understand.I stared at him, heart starting to beat a little harder. “I’m n

Damien's POVThe air in the car was heavy, quiet and filled with suspicionRobert sat beside me, chewing at the inside of his cheek like he was holding back everything he wanted to say. Maybe he was but I didn't care.My fingers curled around the armrest of the wheelchair I still occupied, publicly, at least. An illusion I wasn’t ready to give up just yet. I want them keep underestimating me. Let them keep thinking that I am weak and broken.Robert beside me, pretending innocence like he hadn’t been in that damn house the night it rained bullets and bodies?. He claims to be innocent and I really want to believe him, I swear I want to, cause he is still my blood in the end, but the pieces he was displaying weren't just adding up.My guts tells me he has something to do with the attack and my guts is almost never wrong.“I already told you,” Robert said again, voice low. “I had nothing to do with the attack, Damien. I don’t even know how they got past security.”I looked at him, long an

DAMIEN’S P.O.VAnn lifted her eyes slowly the moment, her lashes fluttering like she was trying to stay awake. The moment she heard my voice, her mouth opened slightly, like she wanted to say something, but the fear in her eyes… made her remain shut.“Ann…” I muttered, wheeling myself closer without thinking. “Camillé….”Camillé whimpered before I even reached her. “D-damien… oh my God... what is this?!” She stammered, her voice cracking in fear , as she instantly shrank back like I was part of the nightmare.I reached forward, and began loosening the ropes knotted around her as fast as I could.“This is crazy…..this is insane!” she cried, almost stumbling out of the chair, the moment I dropped the ropes on the floor “What sort of mess did you drag me into, Damien?! What kind of animal are you?!” She yelled, her eyes swollen like she had been crying for hours, and I stared at her with my face spitting no emotions.She looked tacky, not the clean, red lipstick Camillé who didn't let d

SKYLO’S P.O.VWhat the actual fuck.My hand trembled as I held the phone, the screen still playing the goddamn video that was sent to me.I stared at it, my jaw clenched, heart beating so fast I could barely bring myself to react.“This has to be fake…” I muttered, but I knew it wasn't, because right in front of me was my Boss….I was seeing Damien in the worst possible state I couldn't bring myself to imagine. He was, injured, cold as hell, bleeding out and looking drained. His eyes looked tired and I’d never seen him like that.The lighting in the room from the video was dim, but I could still make out the bruises on his face, the trickle of blood near his temple, and the faint rise and fall of his chest.He was alive, but barely breathing.What the fuck had they done to him??The video was twenty-eight seconds long, maybe thirty tops....but it was enough to prove their points.They had stated what they wanted even without words. All they needed was just that damn image of Damien, m

SKYLO'S P.O.VI was back into my car. My eyes fixed on my monitor as I watched the black SUV disappeared into the woods ahead, its rear lights blinking twice before the silence took over again. I remained parked, my engine still running, one hand clenching the steering wheel while the other tapped the real file resting on the passenger seat."Bastards," I muttered, pressing my tongue against my cheek.If they thought they had cornered me into succumbing to their fucking demand without putting up a fight, they had fucking be kidding me.Of course, I was no fool to hand over the real files to them. Damien would never allow it. That document held the blueprint of the most important legacy the black family held…. The kind of thing you protect with your life. So what did I do? I gave them a perfect replica, down to the goddamn burn that was existent on it.But this one had something extra, a discreet microchip attached to it. All thanks To Bryan.Even the best scanner would miss the loca