Semua Bab A Pet For The Two Mafia Dons : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Chapter Twenty OneThe shower hissed to life.Hot water spilled down from the rainfall fixture in heavy streams, turning the marble floor slick and misty. The walls of the luxury jet’s en-suite bathroom fogged up within seconds, cocooning the space in steam. Light glowed low from a single golden wall lamp, casting the room in a soft, amber haze.Elena stood under the cascade of water, her back to the door.She didn’t know what to expect when Gabriel said she needed to “wash up.” But when he led her here, told her to strip, and left the door slightly open, she had a feeling she wouldn’t be alone long.The steam wrapped around her bare skin, trailing down her shoulders, her waist, her thighs.And thenThe door opened.Footsteps. Two sets.She didn’t turn. She didn’t have to.Alessio’s voice came first smooth, deep, and cold as stone. “Did you think we’d let you clean yourself without supervision?”She exhaled slowly, her palms pressed against the wet wall. “I wasn’t expecting company.”

Chapter 22: Painted for Seduction, Judged in SilenceThe jet wheels touched down just past sunrise.The runway was private. A stretch of concrete between silent mountains. Armed men lined the tarmac, watching through tinted sunglasses as the jet’s door hissed open. Heat rushed inside. And with it… pressure.Elena blinked against the bright light. She hadn’t slept. Not really. Her mind had kept replaying the dance, the laughter, the pilot’s whisper.Now, as she descended the steps, the sharp tap of high heels greeted her.A woman in a tight black dress stood at the bottom, clipboard in one hand, a headset in the other. She was tall, dark-skinned, cheekbones carved by God Himself.“Elena Rossi,” she said crisply. “You’re late for glam.”Elena blinked. “For what?”Before she could protest, two other women appeared — one blonde with bubblegum-pink lips, the other with sleek red waves and nails like claws. They each grabbed an arm.“She needs to be dripping sex in three hours,” the woman w

Chapter 25: The Seduction LessonElena wasn’t even fully dressed when Gabriel knocked — just a silk robe draped lazily over her red lingerie, her hair still wild from the madness Alessio had left her in.She barely had time to open the door before he strolled in like he owned the jet.“Wow,” Gabriel said, looking her up and down with a slow smirk. “Alessio left you looking like dessert.”Elena flushed. “Did you come here to mock me?”“No,” he said, plopping down on the edge of the bed. “I came to see if the stripper learned anything.”She narrowed her eyes. “You heard?”“Baby girl, your music could be heard in the cockpit.”Elena groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “Kill me.”“Tempting,” he teased. “But I have a better idea.”He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny black object — smaller than a coin, sleek and matte.“A bug?” she asked.He nodded. “The real kind. Not the movie prop stuff.”“What’s that got to do with me?”“You want to help, right? Be our little undercover

Chapter 27: The Bait in RedThe car door clicked open, and the night air swallowed her whole.Elena stepped out slowly, her legs unsteady in the towering stilettos. The red trench coat wrapped tight around her body barely concealed the lingerie underneath. Her hair was curled, teased into wild, sultry waves that brushed her shoulders. Her lips were a deep scarlet, matching the lace barely clinging to her skin beneath the coat.The club in front of her pulsed with danger.Dark neon signs lit the stone walls. Shadows shifted behind tinted glass. Guards flanked the door, stone-faced, armed. Their eyes scanned everything.Gabriel stepped out behind her, dressed in black-on-black. His blazer hugged his frame. His eyes were unreadable.“This place is crawling with enemies,” he said, voice low as he adjusted her coat collar. “You know the rules?”Elena nodded. “Don’t engage. Don’t improvise. Find the mark. Plant the bug.”“And if something goes wrong?”“Signal twice. Spin once, hair flick.”

Chapter 29: Blood on SilkIt started with silence.Not the quiet kind that came with sleep or peace.This silence was wrong.Too still.Too thick.Elena lay in bed, curled under heavy covers, staring at the ceiling. She hadn’t slept. Not since the note. Not since the photo.A soft breeze slid across her cheek.Her brow furrowed.Her window was closed.Wasn’t it?She sat up slowly, heart starting to thud against her ribs. The curtain on the far wall billowed gently. Not from the AC. From wind.She stepped out of bed.Barefoot.Slow.Every part of her screamed to call out. To run. To wake someone.But something pulled her forward.She reached for the curtain, pulled it aside—And choked on a scream.There was blood.Not a lot. Just… enough.Smeared on the inside of the window. One word written in it.MINE.She stumbled backward, her back hitting the vanity. Her heart pounded so hard she thought she might pass out.“Elena!”The door burst open.Gabriel.Gun in hand. Shirtless. Eyes wild.