All Chapters of A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Damien's P.O.V:I had five rules I abided by to rule my world.Rule Number One— you don't go to the enemy, you let the enemy come to you.That was exactly my plan with Don Pablo. I'd let the old man fall into the trap he had set for me and I knew just how.My Intel had confirmed Don Pablo's arrival in Italy just as Skylo had said. I'm certain he was expecting me to make a move, but, I was no fool.I know how to play these games better...I picked up my phone and made some calls. Italy was my territory and Don Pablo deserved a taste of his medicine.I settled patiently in my room waiting for it all to get in place, when my phone buzzed with a message "It's all done, Boss. The FBI is aware of Don Pablo's arrival. They'd be knocking on his door in no minute.""Good" I smiled and closed my eyes shut.And in less than an hour, just like I expected, a number came ringing in."About time" I muttered, before picking the call."Damien Black." The voice of a"Don Pablo Strauss" There was a co

13Damien's POVI hissed in disgust, and a knock sounded on my door before it was slammed open.It was Ryan..."Uncle, we need to talk."Talk, Don Pablo had just left, not failing to rile me up in his own sick twisted way. I wasn't sure I was ready to talk because I might lose my temper, and my maids would have a strenuous day cleaning up brain matter from the wall. If he was here, I wonder where Tracey was and what was she currently doing. I didn't believe shit when she said she was going to behave, she never behaves, she just vexes me over and over again. She did look good on her knees while begging though. My mind conjured up activities she could be doing on her knees; no matter how I tried to shake it off, her red, plumpy lips came into vision. I groaned slightly, flexing my arms slightly. I thought her father was a pain in the ass, but she? She was a thorn in my flesh, I couldn't pick her off without harming myself. I massaged my temple as the vision of her on her knees appeare

DANTE's P.O.V Is she kidding me right now? I looked up the stairs and saw her sitting halfway on the bare floor, hugging her knees as she cried her eyes out. I stopped on my tracks, realizing I must have been too mean. Were my words too harsh that she broke down?? I rubbed the bridge of my nose, watching her brawl eyes out. I've heard her cry, but not like this. This felt like I pushed her to the limits with my words and she was finally letting it out, finally venting her frustration through tears. I stared, deeply rooted to the spot, with no idea on what to do. I've never comforted anyone before and I had zero idea how it was done. "Tracey, get down here, now." I called out, and the moment the words rolled out my tongue, I bit myself in anger. She was already broken, a hardened tone like this would only make it worse. Forcing her feet to move, she walked towards me and began screaming, hitting me repeatedly with her fist. It didn't hurt so I let her continue. I let her

Damien's P.O.VI watched and listened to her pour out her heart in anger. I didn't miss the way her eyes clouded with hate as she spoke.The moment tears streaked down her eyes, I turned my face away. This was the second time today she was crying and each time, I felt this uneasiness creep in my chest. I wasn’t sure if what I felt was guilt or annoyance, but one thing was clear, she truly had no idea about her father's whereabouts. I made an attempt to speak, but, she buried her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably.What the hell was I going to do with her?Williams, her father didn't just owe me a huge amount of money, I found out he also made away with something so important, a file. A single document I could not afford to get into the wrong hands.That file getting into the hands of my enemies, was same as having a death wish. It would mean my rivals having leverage over me, allowing them to take control of my empire. I didn't want that. My Mafia clan wasn't just an inheri

Tracey's P.O.V I was breathing heavily by the time I finished crying, with dry tears lined down my puffy eyes. Damien hadn't said a word, there was not even a sign of remorse in him, Instead, he just stared at me with those damn cold eyes of his before wheeling himself out. Blackheart! I grunted silently throwing the pillow over the ground in frustration. I buried my head in my palm and let out a deep shaky breath. I didn't care if he believed me or not, all I wanted was to let whatever I had said out of my system, and now, I was left with a question that kept bugging me. What now?? What was Damien going to do to me now, especially after finding out I had absolutely no idea where my dad was, and why was he so hellbent on getting my dad? All of a sudden, it felt suspicious, way beyond the recovery of his loan payment. Damien never asked about my dad until I blurted it out earlier today....and now, he was acting obsessed about getting him back. I tried placing all the puzzles