All Chapters of The Mafia's pet: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My eyelids fluttered open weakly, my vision swimming as the world around me came into focus. The first thing I saw was a man—no, not just any man. He was the most dangerously handsome man I’d ever laid eyes on. He leaned back lazily in a black leather chair, a cigarette dangling between his lips as he exhaled a stream of smoke. His sharp, chiseled features were carved like stone—high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that looked like they were molded for sin. A faint scar ran from his eyebrow down to his cheek, giving him an even more menacing aura. His dark, almost predatory eyes pinned me in place, making my stomach churn with unease. He wore a black tailored suit that clung to his broad shoulders and chest, the open collar revealing a hint of tattoos that disappeared beneath the fabric. I swallowed hard, feeling my pulse quicken. His eyes flicked toward me, locking onto mine as if he could see straight through me and my breath hitched in my throat. I wanted to look aw

The cold water splashed against my skin, jolting me awake. My lashes fluttered as I tried to focus, my vision locking onto a broad, muscled chest. Fear gripped me instantly, my body quivering until I looked up and met his piercing red eyes. Raphaels’. His gaze was dark and I felt pinned down like prey caught in a trap. “Awake?” His voice rumbled. I swallowed hard and nodded weakly. My throat burned, but it wasn’t enough to distract me from the tension radiating off him. The image of his cold stare at the ceremony flashed through my mind, and suddenly the bathroom felt suffocating. "You wanted to be rocked and kissed hard, didn’t you?" He whispered calmly as if it was just any casual question. I flinched, my lips parting, but no words came out. “You were so wet—so damn horny—you couldn’t control yourself?” His tone sharpened, sending a shiver down my spine. “N…no,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. “Liar.” He let out a sharp snarl, his fingers gripped my chi

Pain flared through my wrist, as my eyes fluttered open, and immediately I noticed I was in a partially broken warehouse. The coarse ropes dug into my skin, holding my arms tight behind the chair. Panic surged, my breath coming fast and shallow as I yanked against the bindings, but they didn’t budge. My heart hammered as I looked up—and there he was. Martin. He leaned casually against the wall, his eyes fixed on me like a predator sizing up its prey. The corners of his mouth curved into a slow, sinister smile that sent a chill racing down my spine. “You’re awake.” His voice was smooth, too smooth, like oil over fire. “Good. I was getting bored.” I forced the fear down and lifted my chin. “Lwt me go bastard or you'd be a dead meat” My voice shook, but I didn’t care. “Raphael will find you. And when he does…” “Raphael?” Martin’s laugh cut me off mockingly. “You really think he’s coming for you? That’s adorable.” He stepped closer, his shadow swallowing me whole. “Your precio

The door clicked softly behind Raphael as he left, his ominous instructions echoing in Martha’s ears. “Don’t try to leave. You’re mine now.” It wasn’t a suggestion, but a command draped in threat.Silence swallowed the house after his departure. Martha stood frozen in the living room for several moments, her body heavy with the weight of defiance and fear. The flickering lamp above cast restless shadows across the room, mirroring the war waging inside her. She had to leave. There was no other option.She tested the doorknob. Locked. Of course. She tried the windows—sealed. Even the balcony door, bolted. After minutes of frantic attempts, she crumbled onto the sofa, her breathing ragged, tears forming but refusing to fall.The silence began to taunt her. Was this her life now? A prisoner? A cursed soul locked to a beast who claimed ownership? “Hold on to Raphael,” Alessia’s voice rang in her mind. “You’ll need each other.”But how do you hold on to the very thing you’re running from?F

The soft purr of the engine echoed through the quiet street as Raphael’s sleek car glided down the road. Martha sat beside him, her gaze distant, reflecting on the conversation with Alessia and the strange dream from the night before. Raphael, as usual, didn’t utter a word unless necessary. The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable—it was commanding, like he owned the quiet. When they arrived at the grand event venue, the luxurious marble columns and ambient lighting screamed prestige. Raphael stepped out first, offered her his hand, and without waiting for her permission, led her in. Inside the hall, high society buzzed with idle chatter, glances, and the usual masked judgments. The moment they stepped in, heads turned. Martha, dressed in an elegant black gown that Raphael had picked for her, stood out not just for her beauty but for her unfamiliarity. And that unfamiliarity drew spite. She could hear the whispers—cutting, sharp words that trickled through the room like ve