Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

“That’s an interesting update, daughter dearest.” Paolo grinned, stroking his moustache. “She’d be one of the pawns to us being the most influential and powerful people in this world.”

“Sandro weakens by the day, and we need to act fast. I do not think there’s a cure at present for him. He often used some shot given by his Beta, but I doubted it is available now.” Janice said.

Paolo nodded. He stretched out his hand, and Janice reluctantly placed hers on his.

He squeezed it gently before caressing it.

Janice squirmed under his scrutiny. She attempted to yank her hand away, but he held on tighter.

She grimaced as he continued to watch her, and that made her even more uncomfortable.

“What is it, my little lamb? Didn’t you miss daddy?” Paolo raised his brow.

Janice swallowed down the lump in her throat. And she yanked her hand away from his before standing to her feet.

“I came back to give you the information you needed. I think I fulfilled all that you asked of me. It’s your turn to do the same.”

Paolo stared at her for a while before tossing his head back and letting out laughter.

Janice didn’t find it funny. She clenched her hands at her side. She wondered what was going through his head, but she knew it wouldn’t be any good.

“You are my toy, darling child. You’ll never be free, and the earlier you know, the better for you.”

“You promised!” Janice yelled. Her eyes glowed golden as she glared at him. “You promised to grant me my wish; why are you going back on your word?”

“I let that bitch and useless child escape; what else do you need? I can’t let you both go, and if it were in my power, I’d keep you both.”

Janice shook her head. “It doesn’t work that way. You don’t treat me this way and make use of my weakness!”

Paolo shrugged. “You are the perfect daughter, Janice. I don’t think there’s anyone that’d do this better.”

He stood and stepped towards her. His hand snaked around her waist, and he pulled her into him.

Janice placed her hand between herself and him so her breasts would not hit his chest.

“You’ve gotten even more beautiful.” He grinned.

Janice clenched her teeth as his hand moved downwards. She shoved him slightly, but he didn’t bulge, and her eyes stayed on him defiantly.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“I’m not that little girl I was years ago.” She shoved again, and this time it was enough to move him.

She dashed towards the room, locking the door.

Janice curled in the corner of the dark room. She was that little girl again. She remembered vividly all that had happened.

As much as she tried to push back the memories of her past and live in the present, she couldn’t.

It all comes back to haunt her, and might she add, it was even worse.

She flinched as she heard several pounding on the door, followed by the yelling of her name.

Janice covered her ears and shook her head.

“Never again.” She let out over again whilst letting the tears she was trying to keep away fall slowly.

“Never again.” She murmured, curling into a ball. A while later, the knocking stopped, and the pain in her heart also stopped.

Her eyes fluttered against her cheeks. She was exhausted.

A yawn escaped her lips, and she lay on the cold tiled floor. As soon as her eyes closed, she drifted off.

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Allesia turned and let out a groan. Her stomach churned, and she slapped a hand over her mouth as the urge to throw up surged through her.

She let out a staggering breath and slowly opened her eyes. For some reason, they were heavy and seemed as though they were glued together with the help of an adhesive.

Allesia squinted and furrowed her brows as she stared around the spacious room. Instantly, she knew where she was, and all that had happened flooded into her head at once.

She jumped down from bed abruptly and moved to dash out of the room, but a voice halted her.

“Allesia, darling.”

“Mom?” Allesia turned, and her eyes landed on her mom’s bleary ones.

Allesia’s lips trembled as she stared into the beautiful eyes of her mom. They were red-rimmed and teary, and she wondered how long she must have cried.

“Mom.” Allesia walked slowly to her as if in a trance.

“It is me, my precious. It is me.” Her mother opened her arms wide, and Allesia ran into it.

“Mom.” Allesia cried as she grasped her mother’s chiffon dress. “I-I…”

“It’s okay, darling; you are saved now.” She mumbled over again.

Francesca caressed her daughter’s back for a while. She couldn’t remember the last time she had done something like this; it felt like it had been forever. She was glad, though. Her daughter was bruised but alive.

Francesca was grateful to the good Samaritans that had recognised her and brought her home. She didn’t know what she’d have done because she was already losing hope of them finding her.

She had lost one, and losing the other was something she couldn’t come to terms with.

“I’m sorry, mom,” Allesia mumbled.

“It’s not your fault, darling. You are saved now, and I am glad you are here.”

Allesia continued to sob despite the reassurance. She didn’t believe she’d get another chance to be in the empire. She was home and in front of her mom. She couldn’t believe it.

The fruity fragrance her mom often wore wafted into her nostrils, and she exhaled.

Briefly, the tears subsided, and she disengaged from the embrace.

Francesca cupped Allesia’s face and placed a slight kiss at the corner of her mouth. Then she led her to the bed.

“You should rest.”

Allesia shook her head and gripped her mother’s hand as she was about to leave. “Please, stay.”

“I’m not going anywhere, darling. I need to prepare some things for you to eat, and we can discuss them later after you have had enough rest.”

“I’m not hungry,” Allesia murmured, and her stomach grumbled, betraying her.

The urge to eat had eluded her. She had no intention of eating, but she couldn’t help it.

Francesca flashed her a brief smile and patted her hair. “I’ll be with you soon.”

With that, she left the room, leaving Allesia to herself and her thoughts again.