All Chapters of Slave To The Mafia Alpha: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

RaynaI felt my heart pounding loudly in my ears as I stared down at the letter and the chess piece.They got into my dressing room?I looked around the closet, stepping out to look outside the room.How and when did they get up here? How did they even mange to get into my closet?The last time I got a letter, the rookie's death followed, then the call. Now, a mysterious rock slide that didn't think to happen until I was close enough to get hurt and surprisingly, another message followed.What was going to happen next? What did the bloody message and chess piece even mean?I heard the bedroom door close and I immediately shoved the letter and piece into the box, covered it and placed it behind the pile of clothes.I stepped out of the room to Sven standing in one spot and staring towards the closet.“Is there something you need?” I raised a brow at him.“Are you trying to find a new reason to stay mad at me?” He took slow steps towards me.I moved backwards, keeping good space between

RaynaI tilted my head slightly as I stared at the chess piece in my hand.What was this really meant to mean?I couldn't help but search through my wardrobe for the box and pull it out again. I needed to put a meaning to it.What was the use of a pun again?To be used?That thought only made me feel even worse. The letter laid in the box that was placed on the bed beside me while I sat still in the quietness of our bedroom.I tried sleeping. I tried resting my eyes and waiting for a wave of sleep to pull me away from all of this, but I couldn't.I kept rolling from one side to the other before the weird and perfectly wrapped threat came to mind again.Now, I was seated like an old and depressed granny, staring at a pun with no way to decipher the meaning.Where was the second letter?I placed the piece inside the box and pulled myself up, kneeling on the floor.I looked underneath the bed and just as I had left it, the letter was there.Did they not sweep this room?I pushed my hand

RaynaI was impatient, very impatient.The car seemed to be moving extremely slow when I was so anxious to see what Mason had to show me.“Can we please go faster?” I turned to the driver.“We're going as fast we can, Ma'am.” He stared at me through the mirror.The car almost felt like it was barely moving. Either that or I was losing it.I kept tapping my feet rapidly as I stared ahead, waiting for the basement building to come into view.I finally felt relief wash over me as I saw the top of the basement building.We finally came to a stop and I basically flew out of the car.I made my way past the heavy crate lifters and towards the back room which led to the underground cells.My heels clicked on the metal stares as I made my way downstairs.I turned to the door which had two guards in front of them. They had moved to a new cell because the room which Ronald was in still had the stench of blood lingering in the air.Immediately I approached the door, they pulled it open, giving wa

RaynaI steered slightly on the bed, Sven's voice ringing in my ears. I remembered being the only one in the room when I had fallen asleep after overthinking the whole thing that happened with Ronald's examination.I opened my eyes gently, getting it to adjust to the brightness of the room.I sighted Sven standing beside his wardrobe,his phone his ear as he had a conversation over a call.So I wasn't dreaming.I opened my eyes a bit more as I pushed myself up, resting my back on the bed frame.I stared at him with a frown displayed on my face. His little call woke me up.“I'll call you back.” He began to walk towards me before ending his call.A small smile formed on his face as he sat beside me. “Why the grumpy face?”“You woke me up.” I muttered.“I'm sorry, Princess. How're you this morning?”I gave a slight shrug, “hungry.”Honestly, I couldn't be more grateful that the issue with Ronald was slowly wrapping up…although, the case of his killer was still very much on.“What would y

RaynaHours kept passing by like seconds and before I knew it, we had forty eight hours to the coronation.The pack house suddenly got a lot more busy and everyone was working twice as hard. I could barely remember having a day to myself because I had a lot more activities to take care of.Sven had arranged for us to have a feast on the coronation eve which was a day to the actual coronation. I had to do food tasting for some odd reason and it was as though I was planning for a wedding.We were barely allowed to eat in the dining area anymore because there were some activities going on in there. Designs and all.Sven had been with me 24/7 with the whole preparation and I couldn't be more grateful to him. I would have probably messed something up on my own.Reeves played the role of the active and supporting best man if it was an actual wedding setting. But, he had been the sweetest and biggest help we had gotten.Venus was helpful, just silent and inconsistent. It seemed like she was