Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

“Why do you keep me here against my will? You should know my father is a powerful man, and he won’t spare you.” Alessia said, backing away from the door as Sandro stepped in.

“I’ve heard that word too many times, and I won’t even get mad at it anymore.” Sandro shrugged. He observed the room for a while before he turned to her again. “Get whatever you need before 6; I’m taking you somewhere.”

Since Arabella’s disappearance, he didn’t have anyone to take out with him. Usually, he never enjoyed going out alone; he preferred to be escorted by women, and Thalia was the one who did most until Arabella came into the picture.

Now, Alessia was his only available option.

Again, he didn’t want to take her along with him for fear of her screaming at the top of her lungs and getting recognised. But, it was unlikely. They were in the other part of the town, and not even one person had recognised Arabella whenever she was seen with him.

“I’m going nowhere with you. I am not leaving here!”

“Then you rather die?” Sandro cocked his brow. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at her.

Alessia glared at him but said nothing. She was scared. Of course, who wouldn’t be?

Getting a gun pointed at her by a psychotic bastard was what she wouldn’t play with. Goodness, if it had been Blaze, she might assume he was bluffing.

Although Blaze acted like a monster himself, she believed he was far better than the man Sandro was.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Sandro was the absolute beast, and she wished she could do something about him.

“I don’t know what you want with me; I never offended anyone.”

She never had issues with anyone. So she had thought until now.

Shit. Was it the crime of her father or mother she was suffering?

Her father was Russo Romano. He had many companies, and his name was especially associated with steel companies. He was the head of the Rosette empire, and he came from old money. Alessia doubted no one knew about him in the world.

Likewise, he was known to be cruel, but not to her. Her father had always treated her so delicately, just like her mother.

But now, she was paying for something they probably did.

Alessia heaved a breath as Sandro didn’t respond to her. She stared at where he stood and noticed he had left the spot.

A while later, he stepped back into the room with a box in his hand. He flung it towards her, and Alessia was lucky enough to catch it before it fell to the floor.

“Wear that,” Sandro said. “Anything other than that will make you disobedient, and I know what I do to my pet when they start rebelling.”

“I’m no pet of yours!”

“You are now darling. So, start the preparation because I hate being late.” He winked at her, leaving her to herself once again.

Perhaps, she had gone to the wrong place at the right time when she was captured. Was that what was happening to her?

Was it the Arabella girl that offended him, and he decided to take her instead of her? She didn’t know what was happening, and she doubted she would.

Tearing the ribbon, Alessia grimaced as she gazed at the slutty outfit in the box.

She had never worn such a dress before. It was an eyesore and could easily fit a thirteen years old child and not a twenty years old woman!

Alessia plucked out the outfit and strode to the mirror. She tried it on, shaking her head.

At the end of the night, she was sure her breast would spill out of the dress. There was no allowance whatsoever, and she could barely move in it. What was he thinking to have brought in such a horrendous dress?

She didn’t know, and he wouldn’t listen if she asked him.

Alessia sighed and shut her eyes briefly. Then she opened it as a new resolve flashed in her mind.

She wasn’t giving up easily, even as Sandro pushed her to the wall. She’d never give him the satisfaction he was winning. Maybe until he drained all the blood in her body for the werewolf ritual, he was doing.

She was going to stay until the end, and she believed she’d get rescued eventually. Her father never needed to search long for her before he got to her.

********

“I told you to keep an eye on her!”

“We did, sir.” The blond, Jason, stuttered, moving backwards. “They were a powerful opponent, and it was by luck I got away.”

“You did your best, huh?” Russo Romano glowered at his bodyguard. He was the head of the bodyguards and the person in charge of Alessia.

Russo didn’t know how they had gotten to Alessia to have taken her, but he was certain she wasn’t guided well enough.

“Yes. It’s the Black Sandro team. I got their identity before they fled, and Princess Alessia is with a tracker, and their location is currently being monitored.”

“Good.” Russo said. “fucking find him, and if there’s a scratch on her body, do not spare him. I want his remain here.”

“Yes, sir,” Jason said, walking away.

“My beautiful daughter.” Francesca wailed, clutching at a large portrait of Alessia.

“She isn’t dead, you know,” Russo murmured.

“How do I know she’s doing alright? I am a terrible mother. She never wanted to leave, but I forced her to. I am a terrible mother.” Francesca sobbed. Her lower lip quivered, and she hiccuped.

“You did nothing wrong. Of course, we weren’t discerning enough, but it’s not your fault.” Russo said.

Francesca sniffled. “But she’s gone. I doubt I’ll see her again.”

“Of course, we’ll see her. She’s our daughter, and we need her, just like she needs us.” Russo mumbled.

He’d get to the culprit himself if need be. He wasn’t telling his wife that because she’d flip. The last thing he needed was a wailing and clingy wife nagging at him nonstop.

He needed Alessia. Even though she wasn’t his birthed daughter, he loved her and would do anything to keep her safe.

Still, he needed her for some other reasons. His being powerful was somewhat attached to her.

Alessia was powerful but didn’t know she was. Her powers were tamed even before they had the chance to grow.

And Russo had the idea of creating his army as well but not without asking her permission to use her as the tool for the experiment. He was certain she wouldn’t object to it.

Moreover, being out in the open was dangerous. Alessia was a puzzle. The half of a puzzle, and when she found her missing half, it could cause huge chaos in the current city she was in.

Not only in that city but the world.

There was a reason they were kept apart, and it was a secret no one had shared.

********

Fuck, she was hot. The black dress made her fair skin look even paler, and she looked ghostly, only that she was in dark colours.

Even before he had told her to wear the dress she was in, he knew she’d turn out this way. What he didn’t know was it would show all her curves.

Her curves were on display; her boobs were almost spilling out of the dress. The dress was fucking small.

The witch, Janice, had picked it, and he’d kill her for objectifying her in this manner.

But he didn’t care. At least, he shouldn’t care.

Yet, he didn’t like the eyes leering at her. He had shoot too many perverts a glare tonight, and he was exhausted from doing so.

“You are hurting me,” Alessia mumbled. She winced as he released her waist from his death grip.

“Sorry,” He smiled sheepishly at her and stared down at her as she caressed her hand. “Are you cold?”

Alessia began to shake her head, but before she could speak, he draped his jacket over her.

“It’s not necessary.” She mumbled. “I can manage.”

“It is,” Sandro grunted. He wanted to do it. Aside from her being cold, he was starting to get pissed at the idiot staring at her.

“You should cover that. I don’t think you are comfortable with people gazing at you that way.”

He noticed. Alessia flushed, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Of course I do. I’m not an idiot.” He mumbled.

It was embarrassing he had noticed all that despite her trying to keep everything cool.

She had been tempted to stride towards each man and give them a resounding slap on the cheeks.

Most were with women, yet they chose to ogle her.

It wasn’t as if it was their fault; she had been the one who wore something slutty to the event.

Again, despite how cautious she was around Sandro, she was glad he was with her. At least he was willing to offer her protection from other men.

However, she wished he could protect her from himself.

But it would never happen anyway.

“Sit.” He ordered when he got to a vacant chair. “I’ll be right back.”

Alessia watched as Sandro strode towards a group of men. They were smoking, and their side was covered entirely with smoke.

She could barely see them. But she knew they were from a group of gangs as well.

Alessia sighed as she settled deeper into the sofa.

A waiter walked up to her. “Ma’am, the Signore over there…”He nodded towards Sandro, and she glared at him.

“He asked if you’d like to have anything. The bills are on him.”

“Tell him I need my freedom.” She said.

The waiter grimaced. But said nothing. It wasn’t his first hearing such from women brought to the club. And he doubted it would be the last time.

Men abducted women. Sometimes to use them as they wanted, and sometimes the women abducted were from a separate gang or maybe someone who had been refusing them.

“Please, do you need something else.”

“I need nothing.” Alessia snapped at him.

The waiter nodded and strode back to Sandro. A while later, he returned to her and handed her a piece of paper.

~I would behave and act pretty if I were you, and stop glowering at me. You are not getting the freedom you demand if you keep acting like a bitch. I owe you nothing, and freaking order what you want because you’ll be staying there for a long while.

“Shit, I want nothing from you,” Alessia mumbled.

She glared at the waiter. “Give me the most expensive alcoholic wine you have here.”

“Very well.” He flashed her a wide grin and hurried to get her order.

Alessia’s eyes wandered to Sandro, and she saw him shrug.

The waiter arrived with her order, and she sipped at it before he was done.

She was almost done with the bottle when she saw Sandro striding towards her.

The worse was she was slightly drunk.

“Sandro.” She slurred, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I said, drink. I didn’t say you could get drunk!”

“I did as you said,” Alessia mumbled. She winced as her head pounded.

“We are getting attacked. Did you do anything?”

“I did?” She asked.

Sandro growled. It was futile talking to her in her drunken state. He searched around her body and then the clutch she carried.

He saw it. The tiny piece of shit that made them come for him.

Fuck! The bitch had a microchip on her. Why hadn’t he thought of that?

She was an heiress and could barely live without having a tracking chip. That was how most heiresses were.

He believed he was loose-guarded for a while and didn’t have much thought about her. He had safely assumed she was like Arabella.

He hoisted her over his shoulder and hurried out of the club to his car.

Luckily, the attackers didn’t get to him before he sped off.

He owed it to Blaze for getting the information at hand. And Blaze had discarded most of the tracker in her belongings in the house as well.

Fuck, everything she had was bugged.

“I want my freedom.”

Sandro glared as Alessia said in her sleep.

She had said the same thing in the bar. He doubted if she didn’t know about the tracker and had done it on purpose to try to kill him.

Before she would do that to him, he was sure going to kill her first.