Semua Bab A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Tracey's P.O.V“You called me,” he said, and I could see a wide smirk plastered on his face. “I didn’t call you to… to… do this!” I stammered, my cheeks heating up from shame. I didn't know how to react. My brain couldn't think of anything else but to run! But where the fuck was I supposed to run to? Damien didn’t move. His gaze was still on me, taking in every part of me. My body trembled, partly from anger and partly from the fact that I had no clue what was running through his mind as he sat there. Wasn't a gentleman supposed to turn away, respecting a woman's privacy? But hell no! I knew better. Damien was no gentleman. “Damien… leave… please...” I managed to mutter, though my words rolled out in a shaky, rumbling manner. I wrapped my arms tighter around my body, desperate to shield myself from his shameless eyes that refused to look away. Despite asking him to leave, he didn’t. Instead, he wheeled closer, making me step back until I was against the wall. “Why so

Tracey's P.O.V "Stay here and don't move an inch." He ordered giving me a stern look. His silent treatment was back on and I hadn't even gotten him to answer any of my bugging questions. I shut my eyes, my mind worried with thoughts. What had Damien decided this time? The thought of Damien pulled me back into the bathroom scene and an involuntary shiver ran through my spine. My legs squeezed shut imagining his sinful gaze on me. I could feel myself dripping wet already, I crouched to the floor, rubbing my legs together for some relief. Fuck! Why was I getting turned on by him even when he wasn't even here? This... this wasn’t me. Damien Black was doing something to me, and I hated it. I swallowed hard, letting the sweat creep down my forehead. I've never felt like this in my entire life. I longed for some relief and knew with Ryan in the room, there was no way that was going to happen. I peeked at the door, certain he was fully engrossed, still speaking to whoever it wa

Don Pablo’s POVThe moment I walked into the room, I saw her—Tracey, Damien's little pawn.She was nothing like I had imagined. I expected a fierce, bold woman, someone with fire in her eyes. Instead, she was there, looking like a fragile, scared teenager curled up in the corner, trembling. Her hazel eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her small frame shook as she tried to shrink even further away from me.As I stepped closer, her soft sobs grew louder. They were the kind of cries that could touch even the hardest heart."Please... help me," she whispered, her voice barely audible.But I wasn’t here to help her. This wasn’t about saving anyone. It was business. Pure business between me and Damien Black.Most people must be wondering why a legend in the Mafia world like me would be obsessed with Damien Black.But, how do I tell them? My obsession with Damien Black started years back, when one of my Hamburg shipments disappeared. Twenty crates of weaponry, gone without a trace. M

Tracey's P.O.VDon Pablo had left the room after bombarding me with tons of questions I didn't have answers to.I could the slight irritation on his face when I said I was a mere collateral to Damien and nothing more. I knew I wasn't giving him what he wanted to hear, but of course, was I meant to lie to please him?I had no idea who he was or what he wanted.For an old man, it was ridiculous that he was speaking obsessively over getting Damien's attention.I turned around to look at the unfamiliar surrounding I was placed in. The cobwebs on the ceiling, the dusty air, and even the stack of sacks around made it seem like an abandoned storeroom.I couldn't help but wonder what part I had to play in all of this and why the old man who called himself Don Pablo had decided to kidnap me instead of going over to Damien himself.So now, he had made me a pawn in his dirty game and I took a deep sigh and gradually began to realize I had no choice but to accept my fate.It was obvious Damien w

DAMIEN'S P.O.VMy men stood in a tight circle, their faces tense as I interrogated each of them.“Does anyone know anything about Tracey’s disappearance?” I barked, my voice echoing off the bare walls.They all shook their head in fear.None of them seemed to know a damn thing about Tracey's sudden disappearance and it made my blood boil.I didn't want to admit it, but the fact that Tracey was kidnapped right under my watchful eyes was upsetting, and it wasn't just because it reflected on how weak my security was, but because it was her.I dismissed my men and stood up the wheelchair, pacing around the empty room, I sticked out an empty cigarette from the pack and lighten it, taking in a long puff.I rarely smoked, but dire situations calls for dire solutions.Well, this wasn't a solution but, atleast, it was enough to keep my sanity in check for the time being. The bitterness of the tobacco was a perfect match for my mood.Tracey's absence was disturbing, in a way I didn't think it