Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Pet For The Two Mafia Dons : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Chapter 102The underground chamber pulsed with the sounds of fists on leather, the sharp crack of bullets hitting their marks, the rough growl of men sparring like wolves. The air was hot, heavy with sweat and gunpowder. Selena had never seen anything like it—this wasn’t a training room, it was a war camp dressed in marble and steel.She should have turned and walked back up the stairs, but Rafe’s hand on her shoulder kept her moving forward. And then she saw him.The Don.His shirt was gone, chest slick with sweat, the white bandage at his ribs already stained with red where stitches pulled against skin that refused to stay still. He fought like an animal caged too long—each strike measured but violent, each dodge precise. The man across from him was taller, broader, but it didn’t matter. The Don’s presence filled the ring like he was ten men at once.Selena’s pulse thudded. He should be resting. She had told him to rest. But here he was, standing in the middle of a fight like the b

The house didn’t sleep that night. Selena heard the muffled rhythm of boots on marble, the low murmur of radios, the slam of doors as men doubled shifts and tripled watch. Even through the walls of her suite, the tension seeped in, thick and suffocating. She lay on her bed staring at the ceiling, her fingers absently tugging at the chain around her throat.At dawn, Rosa brought her coffee but lingered, worry lines etched into her face. “They won’t tell you, but something shifted yesterday. Whoever sent that biker wasn’t just probing. They wanted to show him—show all of us—that they can reach.”Selena sipped, her hands trembling just enough that she set the cup down. “And he’ll respond?”Rosa’s smile was thin. “He doesn’t respond. He consumes.”Those words haunted her all the way to the clinic. She cleaned instruments that were already clean, arranged gauze in neat stacks, anything to ground herself. But when the door opened and he stepped in, the world tilted again.He looked the same

Chapter 106 The clinic lights were too clean for what lay on the table. Selena felt the sting of antiseptic in her nose, the metallic bite of old blood slicked over new, and the rattle of a breath that didn’t know if it wanted to keep going. The man’s wrists were strapped to the steel rails—thick leather cuffs that made an ugly sound when he dragged against them. One eye was ballooned shut. A split laced his lip. Purple bruises bloomed like oil beneath the skin.“Cut the restraints,” she said, already reaching for the tray.“No,” the Don answered from the corner, voice even. “He’ll swing on you the second he can.”“I can’t assess nerve damage if he’s fighting the straps.”“You can. You’re better than you say.” He didn’t move closer. He didn’t need to. His presence pressed over the room like a palm.Selena snapped on gloves. “Rosa—warm saline. Two liters. Rafe—shoulder. Don’t crush him.”Rafe’s mouth ticked. “I’ll be a gentleman.”“Try a nurse instead,” she muttered, then bent to the

Chapter 108 The mansion felt heavier that night, like the walls had been waiting for her. Selena stepped into the dining hall and froze. Three places were set at the table, not two. He sat at the head as if carved there, calm and sharp, a storm behind still water. Rafe lounged on the side, bruised and bandaged, grin loose and dangerous. The third seat—the one waiting for her—stood out like a trap. “Sit,” the Don said. Not loud. Not soft. Just law. Selena moved, because she couldn’t not move. Her heels clicked against marble. Her heart kept up the rhythm. She sat, spine straight, chin lifted, refusing to bow even in silence. The soup bowls steamed. Bread waited in a basket. The table should have looked ordinary. It didn’t. It looked like a test. “This isn’t dinner,” the Don said finally. His eyes caught hers, and she felt the ground tilt. “This is a lesson.” Rafe leaned forward, elbows on polished wood. “Lesson one, Doctor—nothing in this house is free. Not soup. Not prote

Chapter 110The air in the west wing felt different. Heavier. Selena felt it the moment she crossed the threshold. The corridor was darker, lined with doors that looked thicker, older, like they’d been built to keep monsters in—or out. Guards stood at intervals, rifles slung casually across their shoulders, but their eyes didn’t move. Not even a blink when she passed.Every step echoed louder than it should have. She wanted to ask questions, but her throat was dry, her tongue pressed flat against the roof of her mouth.The Don walked in front of her, hands loose at his sides, each stride precise, like the hallway belonged to him as much as the blood in his veins. Rafe followed behind, whistling low, the sound jarring against the silence.Selena forced herself to look straight ahead, but curiosity betrayed her. She glimpsed one open door as they passed. A room full of crates. She saw the dull glint of guns, the stacked weight of ammunition, shadows of things she didn’t want names for.