Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Wincing as he awoke, Blaze’s eyes scanned the cage he was trapped in. His hands were held in cuffs, tethered to the ceiling.

He attempted to move, but every motion sent protests through his body. Sandro had personally dealt with him, rendering him powerless. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to fight back; he simply couldn’t. Brianna had stripped him of his will before Sandro’s arrival.

Upon Blaze’s return to the pack after meeting with Arabella, Sandro summoned him. Blaze believed Sandro had asked for him around the Villa, but no one had given him a satisfactory response.

Perhaps he had received an answer but coerced it out of them, hence the reason he was summoned.

Blaze remained unfazed when Sandro accused him of meeting Arabella. His lack of response had only angered Sandro, who then ordered him to be confined. It wasn’t just confinement; he had been subjected to numerous beatings, which he bore without complaint. He believed he deserved every bit of it.

However, it was Sandro’s declaration that he would go after Arabella himself that truly affected him. Blaze wondered if Sandro had managed to reach her. He had attempted to contact her before his phone was snatched and shattered before him. With no other means, he could only hope that she and Thalia had left the residence.

“I shouldn’t have gone to her,” he moaned. “She’s in danger because of me.”

“Right,” Sandro asserted.

Blaze looked up as Sandro strode toward him. “Leave Arabella out of this.”

“Why?” Sandro asked.

“Because she’s my mate, Sandro. Arabella is mine, and whatever is happening between us, she shouldn’t be caught in the middle.”

Sandro tossed his head back and burst into laughter. “Did you really think I’d ever heed your words?”Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“I know you won’t,” Blaze murmured. “But she’s pregnant, man.”

“I’m well aware of that,” Sandro replied. “I warned you that you’d soon find yourself in this dangerous position. You should have been more cautious, my ex-friend.”

Blaze didn’t believe for a moment that Sandro harbored any sympathy for him. There was no trace of it in his cold, green eyes.

“I don’t intend to harm Arabella,” Sandro murmured, his voice dropping even lower. “I have far greater plans for her than to let her go like that. And the child in her could be mine.”

Blaze’s teeth clenched as he pulled at the chain restraining him. The thought of Arabella returning to Sandro’s mercy set him on edge.

“Don’t bother trying to break free,” Sandro advised. “I’d prefer you conserve your energy for what’s ahead.”

Sandro retrieved his phone. Blaze watched as he tapped it for a while before holding it out to him.

“Speak to your girl,” Sandro growled the last part, his eyes glowing with a dangerous golden hue.

For a moment, Blaze said nothing. He couldn’t hear anything and wondered if Sandro was trying to provoke him until he heard her voice.

“What do you want with me?” Arabella’s voice came from the other end.

“Oh, you might not want me,” Sandro murmured, then added, “but your lover needs you.”

“Arabella,” Blaze murmured as Sandro thrust the phone toward him.

“Blaze,” he heard the uncertainty in her voice, imagining her tilting her head.

“Don’t listen to him,” Blaze urged. “Don’t come for me!”

Even though Sandro hadn’t explicitly mentioned inviting Arabella, Blaze knew it was likely his plan in the end. If he revealed his situation to Arabella, she might rush to the villa. However, he’d prefer if she didn’t.

“What’s happening, Blaze? And what do you mean by ‘run far away’? I received your message earlier,” Arabella said.

Blaze winced, glancing at Sandro, whose face contorted in a grimace. “I gave you a simple loyalty test, Blaze. You failed it. You let her go after being with her!”

Sandro was beyond furious with Blaze. He knew Blaze would never give him easily, which was why he had made people watch his movement.

“This ends now, and wait until I get the bitch.” Sandro reached for his gun in the side pocket of his jacket, aiming it at Blaze and pulling the trigger.

Blaze gasped, his eyes widening as he stared at Sandro and at the spot where the bullet had struck. He staggered backward, falling onto the concrete floor and immediately slipping into unconsciousness.

***

Arabella’s heart skipped a beat. She stared at her phone for a long moment before placing it against her ear. Though she’d heard the shot, there was only ragged breathing on the line. She couldn’t discern who had been hit or if they were still alive.

“Blaze,” her voice trembled as she spoke into the phone, met with silence.

“Please, no.” Arabella choked back a sob, tears streaming down her face. “Please respond to me.”

“Blaze,” she cried into the phone. Again, silence. She headed toward the pack’s entrance. They had just arrived and hadn’t made any introductions yet. She hadn’t even had a chance to look around before receiving Sandro’s call.

Arabella collided with a body, and they wrapped their arms around her. She struggled, pounding her fists against the chest.

“Let me go!” she cried.

“What’s going on, Arabella?” Thalia asked, still holding her. She’d seen Arabella stumbling toward where the car was parked and wondered if she had second thoughts about coming until she saw her tear-stained face.

“Thalia,” Arabella sobbed, her arms wrapped around Thalia’s body.

“Tell me what’s going on. We can’t afford to leave here. I’ve gathered information from the members as well,” Thalia said.

For a while, Arabella said nothing, and Thalia didn’t press. She waited for Arabella’s tears to subside before asking again.

“It’s Blaze,” Arabella said, her lips quivering, more tears streaming down.

“What about him?” Thalia asked. “Did he break up with you or something?”

As Arabella shook her head, Thalia sighed. “Then there’s nothing to worry about. I assume you’re concerned because he hasn’t reached out, but it hasn’t been twenty hours since you last saw each other.”

“Blaze is dead,” Arabella whispered. When Thalia gazed at her with uncertainty, as if she hadn’t heard clearly, Arabella repeated, “Blaze is dead, Thalia.”

“What?” Thalia muttered, her brows furrowed.

“Sandro killed him,” Arabella cried.

“No,” Thalia refused to believe it. There was no way she’d accept her brother was dead without proper evidence.