All Chapters of Contracted to the Mafia Lord: The devil and His pet: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

~ MIA ANTHONY ~The helicopter halted in front of a large, isolated building. It was the only building around the area, situated in the middle of the clearing. From a distance, it looked like a massacre had occurred here, giving it this thick, fearful ambiance.This was the dungeon?The sun was retreating to its axis, giving way for the moon.I moved gently against the broken concrete floors, my heels sank into the cracked areas.“Careful,” Luca whispered as his palm tightened a bit around my wrist.Inside, the long, dark hallway was swallowed in silence with only the sound of crickets, filled with a thick, rusty smell of blood and dust.Ryan and Damien walked behind us with Luca leading the way. I held my stomach lightly, trying not to retch from the smell. Luca was right, maybe I shouldn't have come here looking like I was going for a show audition.Luca glanced at me, not saying anything before looking forward.We finally stopped in front of a brown door, a large red sign boldly

~ MIA ANTHONY ~The helicopter landed in the field and Luca and I walked to the mansion. The sound of the gate as it opened echoed within the quiet surrounding.As we stepped into the mansion, the maids stood uniformly in one vertical straight line.What was happening?My eyes moved from Miss Betty who stood at the far end of the queue to the last person at the right end.I heard Luca clear his throat behind me and I moved my body to meet his eyes that were staring at me.“What?”He stuffed his hands in his pants pocket, a boyish grin appearing on his lips as he spoke. “Well, I told them they should all make sure to wait at the door to welcome us.”“Why?” I asked, not getting the reason for his action.“Erm,” he uttered, his hands over his hair as he weaved through them, nervously. My anger grew thicker by the seconds and his wait was eating through my bones.“I just want to say, I'm sorry.” He scratched his neck, his eyes not meeting mine. Before I could mutter any words, the maids a

~ MIA ANTHONY ~I stormed into the mansion, my hands coiled as my nails carved marks into my palm. Walking up the stairs, I ignored the sour look on Miss Betty who was standing beside the dining table. I flung the room door open, the thud echoing like a war drum as I slumped onto the bed.I held my head, my eyes darted around the room like I saw a ghost, the air hanging thick and heavy while I gasped for breath.The sound of the door opened and his scent hit me. I wanted to vomit.If I'd ever said he smells nice, please I take back my words because he's repulsive. Adjusting myself on the bed, I turned towards the wall, tired from the emotional turmoil as I closed my eyes to succumb to the will of sleep but the bed dipped beside me.And his cologne wafted strongly through my nose, making it hard for me to sleep. It's been days and he's been avoiding sleeping on the bed but suddenly, today, he feels the need to?I took the largest pillow and created a bridge on the bed. “You're not

~ LUCA VITIELLO ~ My eyes widened, unconsciously counting the intricate dots on the thick, brown ceiling. I couldn't sleep. How could I? When everything was almost coming to an end yet I couldn't understand, I couldn't understand this burning ache in my chest. I drifted my eyes to my little Mia, her eyelid didn't shutter as her mouth opened slightly. On impulse, I bent to give it a light kiss, her breath mixing with mine. Snaking my hands around her waist, I brought her closer to my chest, her warm skin felt like a low heater over my cold flesh and my blood that had run cold earlier, melted. I let out a heavy breath. It felt right, yes, everything felt real with my Mia on my chest and her palm unconsciously laying on my stomach. I didn't want to wake up if it was a dream. Neither did I want the morning to come but the buzzing of my phone was a paid actor. I dragged my hand to the small drawer bedside me and ‘Gabriel’ flashed visibly on the screen. If Gabriel calls at this time

~ MIA ANTHONY ~With Miss Betty's mood, I found it difficult to eat. Every now and then, my eyes would turn to the kitchen, hoping that she would come out to give me a good explanation as to why she had screamed earlier.Was any of her sons in danger?Did something happened in her family and she didn't want anyone to know?I breathed in defeat, the food cold on my spoon as I brought it to my lips.I made a mental note to tell Luca when he comes back.After the meal, I suddenly decided to go to the garden. Everyone was gone.Luca, Ryan, Damien and even Tristan had run out of the mansion the moment he dropped me.I quickly tiptoed out of the mansion, the door squeaked loudly but no one came out to check. Outside, the sky hung low and almost dark as the sun was retreating to make way for the moon.Under the dim sunlight, the garden glitz and the flowers had cowered together to rest for the day. Standing before the garden, my eyes trailed around the tight locked door and the red, bold s