Lahat ng Kabanata ng A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Damien’s POVI had stopped Tracey from leaving and now she was currently standing in front of me, all tense and stiff.“We both know you didn't come here just to talk about my breakfast getting ruined.“I paused, staring deeply into her as I watched her eyes flick everywhere except at me.“Spit it out, Tracey. What is it?“ I asked watching her eyes snap to mine.“There’s nothing to say.” She muttered defensively but, I could see it in her eyes.She was fucking lying.I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. Everything was pissing me off—Camillé, this whole damn situation... and Tracey standing there like she didn't know she was driving me insane.She lips pressed together like she was holding back words that were clawing to get out, but It was so obvious she was debating whether to speak or turn around and leave.After a moment of silence between us, Tracey realized I had caught in on her lies and there was no way I'd let her leave the office without answers from her, she took a deep

Camillé’s P.O.V"That bastard!" I yelled, smashing the glass cup in my hand across the room in anger.I couldn't stop myself from pacing the length of my bedroom, my fingers curled into tight fists as the conversation between me and Damien replayed in my head.I can't believe it. He had defended her. Damien had actually defended that bitch.It all felt weird and unbelievable because the Damien I knew never defended anyone, let alone a mere captive who was supposed to be just an insignificante puttana.Yet, somehow she had managed to make Damien turn against me."Argggghhhhh" I bursted out loud, unable to hide my frustration.I couldn't even place what she was doinghere in the first place. No one had said a word about her to me, even when I asked, nobody seemed to want to say a thing.I should have known Tracey was trouble from the first day I laid eyes on her. The way she hovered too close, staring at him when she thought no one was watching. Playing innocent, like she wasn’t just

Damien P.O.VI can't help but, sigh in frustration.Tracey was gone from my sight and I was left to deal with Camillé."Are you okay?" I turned my attention back to Camillé, who was still caressing her wrist, sniffling like I didn't know the damn truth.Tracey could be stubborn and a handful to deal with, but, she'd never do such.She couldn't even bear to see someone else hurt.Camillé nodded weakly. "I just— I didn’t expect her to react that way, Damien. I was only trying to be nice."Nice? That was the last thing I’d call Camillé when it came to Tracey. “Oh cut with the bullshit, Camillé.“ I snapped, irritated by her false act. "Go upstairs. I'll have the doctor check your wrist." I ordered and she nodded, her face all paled with embarrassment mI watched her sneak a glance toward the hallway where Tracey had vanished. There was something smug hidden beneath her glassy-eyed expression as she walked away, but I didn't have time to analyze it.Instead, I wheeled away, my grip tigh

TRACEY'S P.O.VYes, I had ignored Damien earlier and I would over again.He was an asshole and a piece of shit at this point and seeing him standing in front of me earlier, made me feel nothing but instant rage.What was he doing here? For a second—just a second—I wondered if he was here to apologize. But then I laughed inwardly at my own stupidity. Damien? Apologizing? Nah. I highly doubt it.Knowing DAMIEN'S personality. He'd rather get his tongue ripped out than mutter an apology to anyone—Most especially to me.He must have come to scold me then.My mind drift back to earlier, he had demanded I wait for him at his office and I had simply ignored him, choosing my damn will over his command.Judging by the look on his face, he was definitely not pleased by my actions. I raised a brow, waiting for him to say whatever it was that had his ego wound up so tight, to the extent of wheeling over here, but he didn’t say a word. His eyes looked past me, toward somewhere else.I followed t

TRACEY'S P.O.V“Who's going to clean this mess you made here?“ He asked, letting go of his grip.I can't believe I got a scare, thinking he was about to sexually harass me for this… But, it was all his fault. I would have cleaned it up if he wasn't being such an asshole.I turned away, needing to put space between myself and Skylo before I exploded with rage. I grabbed a kitchen towel and bent down to start cleaning up the shattered glass from the floor. "Careful," he mused, standing still with no attempt to help me. "Would be a shame to see you bleeding all over the place." He commented and I felt myself irritated“Says someone with blood stain all over his hands.“ I rolled my eyes, muttering under my breath,“Huh? Saying something.““I said you're so thoughtful.” I rolled out sarcastically.Skylo tilted his head. "Tragic? Hmm. Fancy word for someone who barely talks."I froze for half a second before continuing to pick up the glass. "It’s not a fancy word, dumbass.""Not really,"