Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Janice scowled as Allesia came awake. The latter jerked and darted to the door, yanking on the doorknob violently.

Alessia’s huge blue eyes rounded, and she panted.

“I’m surprised you still have the energy to run after all that happened. What exactly are you?” Janice asked.

Alessia shivered. She stared at the door and then at her hand. They were shaky and pale.

She recalled all that had happened and how she had been dragged to the forest opening by a man named Sandro.

She creased her brows as she tried to remember if she had heard the name before, but she got no recognition.

Alessia turned to the ebony-skin petite redhead in the room and assessed her. She tilted her chin and tapped the pocket of the slack pant she donned.

Thankfully the pepper spray she always carried around was still with her.

Her mama had told her about the creatures roaming in Cooan on her first visit, as she had never lived here. She had been away at the convent school and decided to visit her family instead of letting them visit her as they always did.

She believed that to be a change, but it had been a mistake; she shouldn’t have visited. At least she’d be asleep in her large warm bed.

The redhead jumped down from the bed and smirked. “If I were you, I’ll come back to bed. Don’t think you can escape. A lot of people tried but failed.”

A lot of people have tried? Alessia’s head reeled. Were they dead? She couldn’t tell if the redhead was bluffing and intended to make her afraid. But she was doing a great job while at it.

As the redhead stepped closer more, Alessia yanked out the pepper spray.

“If you come any further, I’ll use this on you.” Her threat didn’t seem to work on her. Instead, the redhead moved closer and stopped just a few distances from her.

“I’m warning you, stay the hell away from me!” Alessia pushed the spray button.

Janice was quick to know what was happening. She dodged the attack and rammed into Alessia, shoving her into the wall.

“Fuck you bitch.” Snapped Janice, kicking her gut. “I’ve had many people point pepper spray at me, and they even looked stronger than you are. Don’t ever think that shit scares me!”

Alessia moaned. She clutched her side and winced. A tear dropped from her eyes, and she stared at the redhead, who was spotting a murderous look on her face.

“Now, get back into the bed, or so the moon goddess helps me; I’ll drag you by your hair and shove you into it forcefully.”

“There’s no need for that,” Sandro said as he strode into the room.

His eyes narrowed as he stared at the position Alessia assumed, and then he stared at Janice. “Can’t you be a little nicer to her?”

“I am nicer,” Janice said. “Ain’t I?” She glared at Alessia, and the latter nodded her head.

Sandro chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t need to agree with what she says if she tries to kill you. I know what she is capable of.”

“Can I leave now?” Janice asked.

“Your job is not done,” Sandro said, halting her in her tracks. “But you can. I need to speak with little Miss perfect.”

Janice huffed. “I don’t care.”

She left the room, leaving Sandro with Alessia.

Sandro walked towards her crouched figure, holding his hand to her. “Come on, Bellissima. I don’t bite. You can hold my hand.”

Allesia glared at him fiercely and stood to her feet. “Voglio andare a casa”( I want to go home)

Sandro chuckled. “I assumed you weren’t informed. This is your home now.”

“I want to go home!” Alessia screeched at him, and Sandro could hear the heavy accent in her beautiful voice.

Far different from how Arabella sounded. Although they were both Italian, he was certain Arabella’s tongue had changed because she stayed with many English-speaking people.

Sandro wrapped his hand around her and tugged. He pulled her towards the bed, ignoring her screech and nudged her into it.

“I do not know you before. Why the hell are you abducting me against my will? Just know my father and mother are very important in society, and he’ll have your head…”

Alessia gasped, and her hand gripped her cheek. Shit, he had hit her!

“Do not fucking rub your family in my face any longer. Of course, I can kill you…” Sandro slipped out his gun, pointed it at her and cocked.

“Then deposit your remain on your bastardo papa’s terrain.”

Alessia shuddered. “Then do it. Fucking do it!” She shouted, jumping to her feet.

She stepped towards him and gripped the gun he was pointing at her head. “If that will make your Mortacci tua(Your feeble ancestors) sleep well in their grave, shoot me!”

Sandro narrowed his eyes and shoved her away.

It wasn’t a gentle push. Alessia staggered backwards and slammed into the wall.

“You don’t speak to me in that manner…”

“Mangia merde e muori!(Eat shit and die.).” Allesia yelled, despite the pain she was in.

“Bitch…” Sandro growled.

“Vai all’inferno(Go to hell)!” She yelled over again.

Sandro yanked her away from where she crouched and sneered. “Listen to me…”

“I refuse…”

“Fucking listen to me!”

Alessia stilled, and her eyes stayed on him. She was afraid. The fury in his eyes was enough to burn her. She wondered why she had angered him. But she knew it wasn’t her intention.

She was pissed as well and exhausted. She wanted to go home. But she doubted she’d be having such luxury soon.

“I didn’t want to kill you at first, but now, I am going to do exactly just the…” The word got caught in his throat.

He groaned, grabbing his dick. “Fucking bitch!”

Why the hell did he keep getting kneed? It wasn’t his first time, and it kept happening over again.

Fucking doppelgangers.

He’d kill her and kill the whore that ran away as well.

He didn’t know where she had run to, but he was going to find her.

Regaining composure, he strode to the door.

Alessia gasped as Sandro yanked her back. He shoved her onto the bed and came down on her.

Pinning her hands above her, he snarled. “I’ll let this slide. One more move like this, I am freaking killing you. I do not care what benefit it is I see in you. I’m fucking blowing your head off, and when I see your dratted twin, I’ll do the same and toss your corpses to the dogs!”

Alessia’s lip quivered, and her eyes rounded even more. As soon as he released her, she curved into a ball and covered herself with the duvet whilst glancing at the murderous glint in his eyes.

Sandro stared at her for a while before leaving the room.

“Mom, dad…” Alessia whimpered, staring at her bruised hand.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she glanced around. Then she wiped her eyes and jumped from the bed as she caught a glimpse of her phone.

She took a shaky breath as she staggered to it. Gripping the phone in her trembling hand, she murmured.

“Bastard.” Alessia flung the damaged phone across the room. She gripped at her hair and screamed out in frustration.

She believed she was delusional to have assumed he’d easily leave her phone and let her escape.

Shit. He was smart, but she was smarter. She would never let herself die in the shithole.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

She would escape even if she were going to die in the process. At least it was better than staying and seeing the jerk doing as he pleased with her.