Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Pet For The Two Mafia Dons : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Chapter 71: Blood on the DocksThe night air stank of salt and smoke. Lanterns burned along the piers, their light bending on the restless black water. Elena’s heels clicked against the wood, each step pulling her closer to a storm she couldn’t outrun.Ferrero walked ahead, shoulders squared, cigar glowing faint in the dark. His capos fanned out, armed shadows with eyes sharp as knives. And Elena—dressed in black silk and Ferrero’s cursed leather choker—followed like a lamb being led into a fire she’d already felt burn.The docks whispered with danger. She could feel it. The stillness before a gunshot, the way even the gulls stayed away from the water.“Stay close,” Ferrero murmured without looking back. His voice was silk pulled tight over steel. “Tonight decides more than cargo.”Elena’s throat tightened around the leather pressing her scar. She wanted to tell him she wasn’t afraid, but the lie wouldn’t rise. She was afraid. Not of bullets. Not even of Ferrero. She was afraid of the

Chapter 73: A Fractured CrownThe banquet glittered like a poisoned jewel.Golden chandeliers spilled firelight across the cavernous hall, turning polished silver into mirrors and crystal glasses into rivers of red wine. Music threaded faintly from the quartet in the corner—violins straining against the weight of the room—but it couldn’t smother the whispers. Nothing could smother them tonight.Elena walked in on Ferrero’s arm, her steps echoing across the marble. The gown he had chosen for her clung in dangerous silk, black shot through with threads of gold that shimmered with each movement. A thin crown of gold leaves rested on her head, its weight delicate, deceptive. At her throat lay the leather choker—the one Ferrero insisted she wear. The one she wished she could tear off and fling into the fire.The air shifted the moment they entered. Conversations faltered. Glasses paused midway to lips. Every capo, every wife, every ally turned to stare. Some with awe, others with suspicion

Chapter 75: The Fall of FerreroSmoke hung in the air. Heat rolled across the floor. The hall looked like a church set on fire.“Move!” Alessio pulled Elena behind an overturned table. Bullets cracked over their heads and chewed the wood. Glass fell like rain.Gabriel fired twice, fast and clean. Two men dropped near the door. He glanced back and found Elena’s eyes. “Breathe, baby. In. Out.”She nodded but her chest was tight. Her ears rang. The leather at her throat felt hot. She could taste metal.Ferrero stood tall at the head of the room as if the storm meant nothing. His cigar still burned. He watched Elena through the smoke like a judge waiting for a sentence.“Bring her,” he told his men.Three capos rushed forward. Alessio stepped out and shot one in the thigh, then the shoulder. The man screamed and spun. Gabriel took the second with a clean headshot. The third ducked and crawled behind a pillar.“Left,” Elena whispered, pointing.Gabriel didn’t look. He just shot where she p

Chapter 77: The First Night of DevotionThe garden still smelled of lemons and smoke. The night air pressed heavy on Elena’s skin, cool against the heat that still lingered in her chest from the council’s bowing. She sat on the stone bench, their queen, their fire, their chaos—and still just a woman whose hands trembled with the weight of everything.Gabriel leaned against the tree, shirt undone, eyes sharp in the dark. His grin was lazy, but his body hummed like a storm waiting to break. Alessio stood beside her, gloves off now, his bare fingers tracing the back of her hand with a gentleness that didn’t match the violence he carried in his bones.“You held them like they were nothing,” Gabriel said, voice low, a dark rumble that curled down her spine. “Made them kneel with one look. You have no idea how much that turns me on, sweetheart.”Elena’s lips parted, breath uneven.“She doesn’t need your theatrics,” Alessio said softly, though his eyes burned. “She needs proof. Proof she isn

Chapter 79: The Mark of ForeverThe night was deep and heavy, the kind of night that pressed down on the city and whispered secrets through the cracks of the streets. Elena stood in front of the mirror in the southern mansion, her hair falling loose, the silk robe clinging to her frame. The reflection staring back at her wasn’t the girl who had once begged for her life. She looked older, sharper, dangerous. But her eyes still betrayed the truth: she was terrified of what came next.Behind her, the door opened without a knock. Gabriel stepped in first, shirt undone, a wicked grin tugging at his lips. Alessio followed, silent as shadow, his presence grounding the storm.“Look at you,” Gabriel murmured, sliding his hands over her shoulders from behind. His lips brushed her ear, his voice low and erratic. “Our queen. And yet, you still doubt if you belong here.”Elena swallowed hard. “Maybe I do.”Alessio’s reflection joined hers in the mirror, his dark eyes burning into her. He reached i