Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Sandro let out a growl. He slapped his hands on the wall, and he narrowed his reddened eyes on Giuseppe. The latter backed away towards the door as Sandro neared him.

“What did you just say?!”

“I… I am quitting…” Giuseppe stuttered. His breath came out in short gasps.

Sandro wasn’t surprised. It often happened when the weakest member of a gang saw that too many crises were going on and they wouldn’t be able to handle all the problems that come with it. Someone like Giuseppe, even if he didn’t say he was quitting now, Sandro knew it was only a matter of time.

And he loathed such people. People who run away at the littlest challenge.

“Do you remember the agreement you signed?” Sandro smiled wolfishly. “Tell me, Giuseppe, what was the rule on quitting?”

Giuseppe shook his head, but no words came out of his mouth as he opened it to speak.

Sandro whooshed towards him and snapped his neck. He tossed his limped body sideways and growled.

He knew a day like this would come-a day where he had to question the loyalty of everyone in his pack.

His eyes narrowed at the rest that was present. He didn’t know if they were scared of what just happened but liked the horrified look on their faces.

Sandro preferred seeing them terrified because they’d think twice about wanting to betray him.

Francis stood to his feet, and Sandro glowered his eyes. “Are you about to betray me as well?”

“No!” He shouted. “I happen to have information I believe to be useful.”

Sandro grunted. “Speak.”

Francis nodded hastily and cleared his throat. “Here.” He extended the manila envelope with him towards Sandro. “I saw this in the mailbox, and I did some research.”

Sandro snatched the envelope and skimmed through it. His eyes narrowed, and he gritted his teeth. “Paolo Salvatore,”

Sandro scrunched the paper, and his eyes strayed towards Annalise; he saw her tremble slightly. Then, he stormed towards her and flung the paper in her face. “What does he wants with me?!”

Annalise opened the paper with trembling hands, and she skimmed through the content before letting her wide eyes wander to Sandro.

“What does your father fucking wants with me?”

“I-I don’t know.” Annalise stuttered, unable to look away from the murderous glint in his eyes.

“And for that bitch aiding him, I’ll make her wish she never existed in the first place.”

Francis bit his lower lip and grimaced. He didn’t know why Janice did what she did, but he believed it wasn’t for herself. He doubted she had been willing to spy on Sandro of all people. Also, he commended her for staying this long under his roof without getting caught.

“Please,” Annalise begged, standing to her feet. “Janice is innocent. My sister will never do such.”

Sandro tutted. “Don’t go about trusting anyone because even siblings betray each other. I doubt you know who she is.”

“I’m the closest to her. My father is a manipulator; he must have done something for her to do what he wanted.”

Sandro growled. “I don’t care who made her do it; I only need my hands on her first! What’s the situation on the ground?” He turned to James.

James shuddered, and he stuttered. “We learnt about the incoming attack from the Phi(The spy in the group).”

Denzel, leader of the Phi, stood to his feet as Sandro’s gaze trained on him. “It will be an impromptu attack. We don’t know exactly when it is happening. Father of the Delicate Rose said he’s coming to take what is his.”

“What is his?” Sandro let out a grunt as Denzel nodded.

He didn’t know what that meant, but he knew they needed to be prepared for whatever was coming their way.

He furrowed his brows, glancing around him. “Where the hell is Blaze?!”

“I haven’t seen him since morning. Did he leave somewhere?” James mumbled.

“If he did, he should at least let me know. He’s my Beta for a reason. Who’d take my place when I am not available?” Sandro muttered.

“I will,” Thalia said as she walked in.

Sandro gazed at her and shook his head. “I love you, Thalia, but I have to decline. You are no fit to take on whatever Blaze takes. He’s stronger and has all the durability of a warrior. Heck, he’s undoubtedly the strongest after me in the group, and I doubt you can take on what is to come.”

“Try me,” Thalia said and glared as Malcolm, a gamma, stood to his feet.

“I have something to say about the Beta, Alpha,” Malcolm said.

“What about him?” Sandro asked.

Malcolm creased his brows. “There’s something sinister about him, and he’s been acting all weird. I saw him left in his sports car earlier on.”

Thalia grimaced and interrupted Malcolm as he was about to speak. Whatever he had to say next would definitely ruin Blaze. “He left for some business. He told me he’d be here soon.”Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“He told you and not me?” Sandro asked in disbelief. “That’s absurd. I’ve never seen you close to Blaze.”

“We might not be close, but we still talk,” Thalia said. Blowing Blaze’s cover as the one helping Arabella was the last thing she wanted to be done.

And if Sandro knew she was helping him to cover up as well, she’d be dead.

Sandro seemed to believe her, or maybe he wasn’t interested in questioning her. But she knew it wouldn’t be long before all hell broke loose.

“I want the strongest in each group to surround the building. And Denzel, we need more information about what is to come. I don’t want any enemies to infiltrate my territory unknowingly.”

Denzel nodded and turned to the group. “Phoebe, Jade and Jane, you’ll assist me.” Two blondes and a brunette stood to their feet.

They followed Denzel out of the meeting hall, and Sandro stared at the rest and then at Annalise. “I need more information about your father.”

Annalise stood to her feet. “Will Janice be spared? She’s the only one I got, and I wouldn’t want anything to happen to her, whereas she’s been helping me.”

Sandro ignored her question and beckoned on Thalia. He handed his phone to her. “Get a message to Blaze to get his freaking butt here as soon as possible.”

“Will do that.” Thalia flashed him an overly bright smile before turning towards Annalise. “Think about your survivor and not your sister.”

“I don’t care about me. I want her to be well.” Annalise said.

“You mentioned you were twin?” Thalia asked. And she tsked as Annalise nodded. “You should be the dumbest I have ever seen. And if I were you, I’d take my advice. Do not take Alessandro De Luca, likely.”

With that, Thalia strode out of the room. Annalise didn’t know what to do with the information, but she kept it and assumed it would be helpful and, at the same time, prayed for the safety of Janice.