Lahat ng Kabanata ng A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING : Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

DAMIEN’S P.O.VThe sound of boots was everywhere—closing in from the left, the right, behind. My grip on the gun tightened until my knuckles ached.Skylo muttered under his breath, “Merda… this is bad.” His eyes flicked from one body to another, his whole body coiled and ready to attack.The bastard on the walkway above leaned casually on the railing, smirk carved into his face like he was enjoying every bit of this.“You’re surrounded, Damien,” he called. “And for what? A girl?”Tracey’s torn fabric was still clenched in my fist. I wanted to wrap it around his throat and end his breath.I raised my gun, pointing it straight at his head. “Give her back to me and maybe I’ll let you walk out of here alive.”He laughed out, like I was some sort of joker making a bad joke. “Still the same arrogant bastard, aren't you? Always making promises you can’t keep.”Skylo stepped closer, his voice low enough only for me to hear.“Boss, there’s at least twenty of them present here. Maybe more even

DAMIEN’S P.O.V“Of course you want the short version. Fine. There’s a safe house. Third floor of an abandoned tenement on Via Calder. Apartment 12B. Locked up tight, guards rotate every hour. If you want her, you’ll need my help getting in.” He paused, letting the silence crawl into my guts “And help costs, Damien.”Skylo’s eyes narrowed. He muttered under his breath, his Italian accent slipping out like a hiss. “Boss, Non fidarti. Don’t trust him.““Name it,” I said. My brain ran a hundred calculations in a second, the risks, variables, exits, but it didn’t matter. All i wanted right now was to get Tracey back.He made a sound like someone enjoying a fine cigar. “You remember the favor I called in last time? The shipment you ‘borrowed’ from my people? I want restitution. I want a seat at your table—consulting rights, access to your intel networks, and one simple thing….when this is over, you call off your little vendetta against my business interests….“ He paused “Permanently.” He fi

TRACEY’S P.O.VMy lashes fluttered open slowly, the room coming into focus. The first thing I felt was the heaviness in my head, like I had been dragged through a hell and dropped back into my bodyFor a split second, my chest tightened as I stared blankly to the wall in front of me, trying to figure out where I was and how I landed here.This wasn’t Ryan’s place. It didn't look any bit like it…I could remember this place clearly. Despite, the walls looked brighter like it had newly been repainted, the familiar air around was enough for me to tell I was back at Damien's.“Wait! That means Damien…” I stopped thinking halfway. Was he back? Why was I here? Where is everybody? I tried to sit upright but my body felt really weak like my limbs had forgotten how to move in days.I tried to pull the last few days together, to piece them back in order, but the harder I pushed my mind, the more my head throbbed. It was like I was driving into a dead end of imagination. Eventually, I gave up.I

TRACEY’S P.O.VI stared at him, my mind spinning. “Damien…” My voice was small, broken, but demanding something I couldn’t even name. “Why.....Why would you...”He didn’t let me finish when he simply moved into his wheel without a single jump and wheeled away, slamming shut.My chest tightened. “Damien...” I whispered to myself, but he was already gone, leaving me in a whirlwind of emotions.I sighed, sitting upright, replaying his words in my head. Was he really being honest about his feelings for me? or was this his ego trying to play a trick. I blinked, confusion striking when I felt a sharp pain in my head.“Ouchhhhh” I yelled out in pain, shutting my eyes. With my eyes shut, and despite the pain, I could see a blurry figure of him standing close , before everything went black. I swore I’d seen him upright, moving , not the Damien bound to that chair.Or was it all in my head?The more I tried to piece it together, the more my temples pounded. The memories slipped through taunti

DAMIEN's P.O.VSkylo lifted his hands in a mock surrender. “Just saying what I see, boss. Don’t bite my head off.”The silence stretched between us. I leaned back in my chair, mind wandering to a few days back.Everyone knew old Marcello was an asshole and I had no choice but to reach out to him for help. Now, I had an unsettled score with him and it was all because of the mysterious son of a bitch. I hissed, lost in thought as I glared at the glass in my hand."what's that, boss?" Skylo frowned like I was talking drunk but, I knew exactly what I was saying. I swirled the glass in my hand, eye drifting up to him. “Found anything about the mysterious Mr. S?" Skylo eyes darkened at the name. I could read his thoughts. He had nothing. no clues. no ideas...“Fucking coward used Tracey as bait,” I muttered. “He knew I’d come for her. he knew I wouldn’t stop until I found her.”Skylo stared at me, eyes cautious. “You realize what you’re admitting, right? You didn’t just go after her bec