Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

After the night he apologised, Arabella waited a few days for Sandro’s monstrous side to surface.

Heck, she had even tried riling him on purpose so he’d flipped but he didn’t.

All the patience he was exuding now, she didn’t know where it came from because Sandro himself wasn’t a patient man.

He was the same person that had whipped her for not doing what he wanted.

She remembered most of his orders which he said to her for a few seconds and expected to carry them out without thinking.

He had fucking ripped her dress and pants, most of the time due to his impatient.

Now, he was acting differently. Strangely might she say.

She didn’t know how he changed but she’d like to thank The Lord for softening his once-hardened heart.

“Geez.” Arabella coughed, waving her hand in front of her nose.

“I thought you quit.” She eyed Blaze as he wrapped a stick of cigarette before sticking it in between his lip.

She didn’t know how much he had taken but she knew the one with him presently wasn’t the first one.

Blaze didn’t answer her question even when she nudged him. He didn’t even spare a glance at her. And that infuriated her.

She gripped the almost finished stick and tossed it to the floor before snuffing the flame out with the sole of her sneakers.

“Hey, what the hell?!” He growled glaring at her.

“I did nothing.” Arabella shrugged. “I’m trying to help you live longer.”

“I don’t need that.” Blaze let out a grunt and he stood to his feet.

“What?” Arabella said. She stepped into his line of vision, forcing him to stare at her. “Are you mad that I am trying to help you?”

As he didn’t respond, she scoffed. “That’s ridiculous. You’d prefer to die than quit?!”

Blaze shrugged.

“Fine, don’t respond. Good day.” She said, about to stalk away from him, but he held her hand.

“Let go of me!”

“Are you mad at me?” It was his turn to ask.

“I don’t know what is going on with you. Do you enjoy pushing me away? You’ve been avoiding me which itself is painful. But you are starting to act like the old Sandro.”

Blaze kicked the door close, leaving the room to go darker. Arabella had to squint before she saw his face. And she narrowed her eyes as he caged her to the wall.

“I want you safe.” He said. “Stop coming around me, Bella. I am not who you think I am. I am a freaking monster and…”

Arabella’s mouth covered his, halting the words he was about to speak. She didn’t know why she did so but at that moment, the urge to want to kiss him streamed into her.

Heck, it started as anger, then it swirled slowly into a desire she couldn’t ignore.

What was startling was, she was bold enough to kiss him.

Blaze removed his lip from hers, leaving her to scowl at him.

She reddened with embarrassment as it didn’t turn out the way she wanted it.

“You’ll get hurt,” He said.

“You are not a monster Blaze. I don’t know who’s been feeding you with such a ridiculous word. You might be with the bad guys but definitely not a monster. You have a good heart.”

She splayed her hand on his chest and she grinned as she felt his heart thrum steadily.

“Bella.” He groaned.

“Stop trying to put yourself down.” She said. “As far as I am concerned, you are a wonderful person. A selfless human that goes out of his way to help others.”

“I’m a monster, a human in disguise.” He corrected and that earned him a glare from her. It was as if she’d slap him if he kept mentioning the monster word but he couldn’t stop.

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“Come here.” Arabella spread out her arms as she moved towards him.

She wrapped her arms around his rigid body and for a moment, she thought he wasn’t going to reciprocate it until he wrapped his arms around her.

“Don’t get hurt and stay away from trouble,” Blaze mumbled, caressing her hair.

He only wished when Arabella found out about his other side, she would not hate him forever.

***********

“Strip, my darling.”

Arabella shook her head at the command in Sandro’s voice.

“You won’t?” He asked and he stood from where he sat.

Striding towards her, she moved backwards slamming her back into the wall.

“Stop.” She murmured.

Grimacing, she glanced up to see a smirk on his devilishly handsome face and he narrowed his sea-green eyes at her.

“Your service is to me in this room, Tesoro.” he turned her so her back was to him.

He leaned into her and murmured in her ear. “Shouldn’t you be happy I am not killing you at the moment? I am starting to see you as ungrateful.”

Arabella glared even though he couldn’t see her. “I never begged you not to kill me. You didn’t want to for reason best known to you. So, I believe all that you are doing is not in my favour but yours.”

Sandro’s shoulder moved, and then he tossed his head back and let out a chuckle. “That’s ridiculous of you to think. What makes you think I can’t be nice to you and still want to fuck you?”

“That’s exactly what I am saying!” Arabella let out an exasperated sigh. Maybe he was misunderstanding her on purpose. “I don’t want you to fuck me!”

“Why not? You were meant to be my whore.”

“A lot of ladies are in here to satisfy you. Why do you choose me?!”

Sandro snarled. “Because you are my enemy’s daughter. And whatever belongs to him is mine.”

“I’m not an object, stop making me look like one!”

“You are my object.” He asserted, pushing her into the wall. “And I am going to use you against your will if you don’t come to me willingly.”

***********

Arabella managed to escape the clutch of Sandro and he didn’t force her as he had said. Rather he was on the bed, reclining.

“Are you also scared to come back to bed? I had no intention of doing whatever thoughts that are running through your head.”

“Why should I believe you?” She retorted with a glare but still went towards the bed. She sat and gripped a pillow, using it as a shield of some sort.

Although it was unnecessary and it wasn’t as if it could do much if he wanted to do anything with her.

“I’d prefer to go into my room. Here is beginning to suffocate me.”

“Suffocate?” Sandro asked with an incredulous look. He stared around the large room. The largest room in the De Luca’s building and it was the first time he heard from her that it was suffocating.

“You might not see it. But I do.” Arabella said.

Sandro let out a sigh. “This place is large enough to house two mini rooms. I won’t touch you if that’s what you are on about.”

Sandro scooted away from her. He wanted to fuck her badly. He didn’t know why he was acting nice when he could still be mad furious at her and still get what he wanted.

But then, he wanted all without a fuss. He wanted the real Arabella. The Arabella who smiled in front of people, the one who was free with people and free to express herself. He wanted to see all that before he would do what he wanted and lay her off as soon as he was done.

It was taking a longer process, more than he thought.

But he’d be patient for another day. Maybe, it was then everything would get to be normal.

Arabella let out a sigh as she glanced at him. He was asleep. She could see the rise and fall of his broad chest.

She bit her lower lip and laid back on the bed slowly.

She hope he wouldn’t act the way she had imagined. The dream she had about him was still in her head and she couldn’t forget it.

Letting her guard down was an awful thing. Yet, she still sees him as less of a monster. Maybe he was being controlled by something.

She believed she’d get to see it later as time went on and prayed it wouldn’t be her end as well.