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CHAPTER 17: I Will Leave!
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‘I’ll try my best to change if you stay.’ Mr. Davide’s words continue to linger in my head hours after hearing them. What does he mean by that phrase? Should I interpret it the obvious way - is he implying that he’s willing to let me into his life? Or is there an unconventional interpretation of it, which I could only understand if he explains it himself?I curl myself below the thick blanket as the chills from the unknown darts back-and-forth in my spine. My wounds, that Esther treated, are worsening by those chills. I’m supposed to be leaving, right? Leaving and going to a place where Alpha Primo and his men would never find me is the best thing that I should do. I know in my heart that I can’t kill, which means I can’t fulfill my mission anymore. Therefore, I accept that I’ll never be worthy of the ‘Luna’ title. But here I am, stuck in the bed while considering Mr. Davide’s words, as if agreeing to him will make my situation any better.When my head aches more, I rest it on th
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 19: Deepening the Bond
I run my fingers across Mr. Davide’s rippling abs while gently rubbing my cheek against his hard, buff chest. I giggle inwardly as I repeat his ‘I love you too, Mackenzie’ in my head several times. I thought Alpha Allen’s rejection was the end of my happy days, little did I know that it just set me free to introduce me to my second-chance mate. “By the way,” I say, lifting my gaze to his face. “You’re gonna show me something earlier, right?” He caresses the top of my forehead with the tip of his nose, before answering, “Yeah, I remember, but I don’t wanna get up yet. I just wanna spend the rest of the day with you.” “Okay,” I say, still giggling. I’m not gonna protest against something I also wanna do. We lay relaxed and hushed under the thick blanket, cuddling each other’s body, admiring each other’s company and listening to each other’s harmonious heartbeats. Destiny took our lovers from us. He lost Dahlia from a lycan, I lost Alpha Allen from… well, a fellow lycan. But des
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The radiating sun gloats itself in the high blue sky, while the rattling and hissing noises of cars that occupy almost the entire paved streets reverberate.Mr. Davide takes me to one of Manila’s famous avenues for shopping. A smile has permanently stuck on my face ever since I hop down from his two-seater Ferrari. Soon after, my delighted eyes roam with my thrilled legs as we get closer to our destination - the arrays of luxury brand shops that exhibit themselves in a long and massive property at one side of the road. Mr. Davide ushers me to one of the stores - ‘Chanel’. The store’s interior is in a white and black color palette and is decorated with glass stands and glass racks of clothes, bags and shoes. Almost immediately after entering Chanel, a couple of its employees in black uniforms welcome us with smiles on their faces and sparkles on their eyes.“Mr. Ocampo, it’s nice to see you again!” one of the employees says.Again? So that’s why everyone is so happy when they saw Mr.
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 21: More Reasons to be Panicked
We’re already in Mr. Davide’s Ferrari with bags of Chanel products he bought for me concealed on its trunk, but the reflection of my lycan on the store’s mirror plus the employee’s words about Mr. Davide’s previous women being in that same store as me still bother me. “Are you okay, Mackenzie? You’ve been very quiet,” Mr. Davide says. Of course I can’t tell him about my secret, but what I can discuss with him is the disconcerting fact that he brought me to the same store where he also brought his s.ex slaves. I shouldn’t be starting this conversation, but it’ll eat me alive if I don’t hear an explanation for it. So I’d rather have an argument with him than to feel disturbed during our entire trip. I say, “I found out that you also brought your s.ex slaves to that same Chanel store.” He’s hushed, shifting his gaze between me and his Ferrari’s front glass. His jaw is also tensing, but he’s trying to relax it every second or two. His silence creates a far stronger unbending air b
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 22: The First Night in Paris
Mr. Davide’s private jet takes off from the airport at around lunch time. The view from up top is breathtaking and the most noteworthy out of all nature's offerings are the featureless clouds that hug the crystal-blue sea and the miniature-like islands that are floating from across that sea. Oohs and aahs keep bolting out of my mouth. Goosebumps keep vibrating on my skin. I’ve never imagined that I’d get to ride a private jet let alone see this jaw-dropping bird's-eye view of Manila. The man, who I initially thought would give me the worst days of my life, is the one who’s actually offering me the best days of my life! “Thank you!” I say as I sling my eyes to Mr. Davide. “We’re not yet in the most exciting part,” he replies as he raises his glass of red wine to me. I lift my own glass of red wine and say, “Cheers!” The rims of our glasses clink as we make a toast. I take a sip on the wine. Its luscious, prominent tannins, moderate acidity and dryness perfectly complement its
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 23: A Rare Happiness
The sun is already high when Davide and I head down to the hotel’s beachfront. He has his button-down polo that exposes his buff chest and his knee-length shorts that exhibits his long, muscular, hairy legs. While I’m in my two-piece Chanel swimsuit that’s hidden underneath a white, long flowy cover up dress. Davide doesn’t release my hand from the time we step out of the penthouse until the time we arrive at the beach. He’s really doing his best to make me feel that I’m a girlfriend and not some kind of entertainer to him, which I really, really appreciate. We settle ourselves in one of the series of lounge areas a few meters from the sea. The lounge is a low, wooden platform, which has two beach beds that’s covered in white mattresses, a glass table and a transversely arched canopy. As I’m comfortably sitting on one of the beds, Davide pulls out a bottle of sunscreen from the tote bag I brought with me. He then waves it in front of his face and asks, “Do you want some?” “Sur
The Mafia's Lycan Slave CHAPTER 24: A Gift for Mackenzie
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Little by little, after some time of battling the fear that’s smoldering in my chest, I finally hear other noises aside from what my heartbeats are producing.“Mackenzie! Mackenzie!” Davide’s voice pirouettes in my ears, completely abating the aggressively loud thuds of my heart. Davide quickly squeezes the coat inside the box, then slumps the lid on the box, before carefully pulling me down back to my seat. “Water, please!” he yells. A few moments later, a staff member enters the room with three bottles of water in his hands. He offers me one, then lays the other two on the table, before stepping out again. Since I can’t properly think or move, Davide assists me in ripping the bottle’s cup. My hands tremble as I inch the bottle’s rim close to my drying lips. The coldness of the water that speeds through me alleviates a huge lump of the heat in my chest, giving me the ability to breathe well again. The blurriness in my eyes also disappears and the first one they capture when the
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