Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

“I should have disposed of you and that bitch that fled as soon as you were born. At least I’ll know I am no reminder of the people that caused me so much pain!” Paolo’s grip tightened on Janice’s neck, and her eyes dimmed as she gasped for breath.

Janice’s life flashed before her eyes momentarily, and she shuddered, clawing at his large palms.

She imagined it being her last time in the world. Her eyes flickered to Alessia, who was still unconscious.

She wondered what would become of her because her father would definitely want to keep her and make her a pawn to his freaking desire. He would try to do everything so Alessia would not disappear, just like he had done to them in the beginning.

However, the way he treated Alessia when he got hold of her, the world would be doomed!

Everyone in it would grovel and be at his mercy but knowing him, he was merciless and would kill those he wanted and leave the weak so he’d continue to trample on them.

But Alessia wasn’t the rose. She had said it, and Janice wondered if she should believe her.

Annalise… Janice mused. She would suffer worst. She wondered if Sandro was punishing her because he’d have gotten words about her being a spy.

Shit, Annalise would suffer for her crime! Janice sobbed. She couldn’t hold back the tears. Even if she was able to, she didn’t want to. She needed the tears; it would be her last anyway.

Janice exhaled sharply and shut her eyes as her thought severed with her mind as Paolo’s hand tightened around her neck.

Almost immediately, the hand around her neck loosened, and she opened her eyes before falling to the ground.

“Although I am tempted to kill you, I have a lot of things to do with you. Your work isn’t done yet.” Paolo grunted.

His eyes glinted, and Janice trembled. She glanced away from him, rubbing her aching neck.

It was sore to her touch, and she had trouble breathing and swallowing.

She chanced a glance at her father again. His eyes twinkled, and he leaned into her.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Tell me, daughter dearest, how’d you repay me if I let your friend here live and your sister? I can get her wherever she is and make her pay for your sin. Is it worth it if everyone died for your betrayal?”

Janice whimpered, shaking her head. Her eyes welled up with tears because she knew her father could do what he said.

“I’m sorry, Father.” She mumbled, going down on her knees. Janice burst out crying; her body shook in a nerve-wracking sob.

The people he mentioned were essential to her. Although she didn’t know much about Alessia, she was her mate, and she believed she would get to know her soon.

“I’ll do whatever you want and will never betray you.” Janice’s lips quivered.

“You said that before until you decided to go back on your word,” Paolo said.

“I swear by the moon goddess!” The air grew chilly, and Janice bit her lower lip. She shouldn’t swear!

Anything sworn by the goddess’s name often came to pass. But she couldn’t help it. She stared her father in the eyes. She was too weak to take him on. He could kill her this instant without blinking. She bowed low to him and murmured. “I swear by the goddess Selene, I won’t go back on my words, and whatever you desire to do with me, if that happens, you should.”

“So shall it be.” Paolo sneered and then burst out into wicked laughter.

Janice shuddered as the wind howled. She shut her ears to her father’s cackling that hollered above the wind.

“The day you chose to betray me, I shall kill you, child. I shall feed your remains to the crows, and if by chance you have any offspring, they’ll be forever indebted to me.”

Janice shook her head. She shouldn’t have sworn. Her father was cunning, and it could ruin a lot of things. Arabella was suffering from the same sin, and in an instant, she understood all that Arabella was going through.

If the father escaped it, the child could never and not even many generations to come. It was a generational vow. All her generation would serve her father, but that was if he lived long enough.

Janice’s eyes hardened as a new resolve flashed in her mind. She was going to do everything right by her father, but she wouldn’t let him live long enough for her to suffer.

The following day, Alessia groaned, clutching her head. It felt as though she was carrying extra weight. Her head pounded, her heart palpitated, and her mouth tasted sour like she had feasted on limes the night before. Her side was sore, and pain shot through her at intervals. It felt like she had been mauled countless times by an angry bull.

Literally, she had been. Alessia recalled being in a fight.

Attempting to stand, she couldn’t as she felt a restraint holding her down. She frowned, glancing around when her vision got more explicit.

She realised she had indeed been placed in a restrain. The silver chain was used to hold her hands, legs and neck. She could only go as far as the middle of the room, and that was that. If she went further, she’d be dragged back by the chain.

The chain rattled as Alessia yanked her hand and mumbled. “What is going on?”

Her head reeled as countless thoughts of her getting kidnapped and being in Sandro’s custody filled her head.

No, she muttered. She couldn’t be there. She shouldn’t!

Someone had helped her escape, and going back there should be the last thing on her mind.

Fuck, it seems luck wasn’t on her side.

“Janice!” She yelled as a snippet from the memory of the day before slipped into her mind. She had been crying; she felt her tears drop on her face, followed by a masculine voice. She didn’t know whose it was, though, and she had been too weak to look.

“Janice?!” She called again. She let her eyes wander around the dark room. For some reason, she could see clearly.

Alessia gasped As she glimpsed Janice in the same position as her. Her head lolled to the side, and blood dribbled from a cut on her forehead.

“Oh no, Janice.’ Allesia croaked out. Her eyes watered, and she tried moving to where she was, but she was pulled back. Whoever had done this didn’t want them to make contact with each other or even anyone.

Alessia believed maybe they were scared they’d escape. But she doubted the possibility. None hands were free to let the other go, except they used their mouth, but no key was in sight.

“Please say something,” Alessia mumbled again, heaving a breath as Janice’s finger twitched.

She wasn’t dead!

She had assumed the worst, but she looked like she’d be soon if she weren’t treated.

“Hey!” Janice murmured. A small smile played on her lips. “You are alive, uhn? It’s a surprise you are not dead yet.”

“Of course I am, and that’s not the most important thing at the moment.” Alessia glared before frowning. “Where are we? What happened?”

Alessia recalled the hideous bull and how she was surrounded by dark energy. She remembered doing something to the bull but couldn’t understand what it was.

“My father happened,” Janice said. “He’ll release us soon. He didn’t want us to run away.”

She had made an oath with him, and she needed to abide by it. Janice believed her father chaining her was irrational, but then if she were the one, she wouldn’t lose guarded herself.

The door opened almost immediately, and Paolo strode in. He brandished a key in his hand, and he flashed them a grin.

“My beauties are awake.” Paolo enthused.

Janice gritted her teeth as he caressed her face before leaning into her cheek for a kiss.

She turned her head sideways and glowered.

“As feisty as ever.” Paolo chuckled, unlocking her cuffs.

Alessia was the next to be let loose, and she rubbed her wrist. “What next? What are we doing here exactly?

“You both would join me in my quest,” Paolo said. “And keeping you is the only way that can happen.”

Alessia’s head reeled for a minute, and she saw Janice’s eyes widen. She had thought running away from home was the best thing, but now she was in the presence of another man who might be far worse than her dad.