Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

The next morning, Arabella awoke to a noise in the room. It sounded a bit far away.

She grimaced clutching her stomach as the urge to throw up streamed through her. She shoved the vomit down and winced at the acidic taste at the back of her throat.

She tried opening her eyes but it seemed as though they were glued together and her ears rang.

Her skin felt as though someone was pulling on it like the strings of a guitar. It hurts and she opened her mouth to yell at the person nudging her to stop but nothing came out.

“Take the bitch out of the room.”

The voice was clearer now and she crinkled her nose.

Her eyes snapped open and she sighted Sandro a few feet away, staring at her in disgust.

Not only that, she realise the urge to throw up had streamed through her because of her being swung.

Three guards gripped her hand and she recognised only one who was an associate, Giuseppe.

The rest were new to her and they dragged her around the room like a rag doll whilst Sandro stood in the centre of the room watching it happen.

Arabella didn’t know what to think of him but she didn’t expect much.

Moreover, she didn’t know the reason they were pulling her or where they were taking her to.

“Where are we taking her, Signore?”

“Out of my fucking sight. She makes me want to throw up.”

What changed?

Arabella didn’t understand what was going on one bit and the reason he was acting as if he was on his period one minute and the next, acting all joyful.

“Stop,” she mumbled. “What did I do wrong? What’s going on?!”

“You heard the boss, we don’t keep slut in here.”

Arabella let down her gaze. She felt insulted. Sharing Sandro’s room had made people call her all sorts of names.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Besides, she didn’t think it all had to do with the almighty crime her father committed.

A crime she didn’t know of yet. A crime she had spent two months of her life getting punished for!

Sandro turned his back to her as she stared at him. He didn’t look worried, instead, he was mad at her. Or maybe at someone else.

“I need treatment!” Arabella yelled, regretting it instantly as her headache.

If she don’t get treated, the injury he had inflicted on her would get infected. And who knows, she might die.

“I’d prefer if you rot in the dungeon.” He growled.

“You heard the boss? Come on, pull her outta his sight.”

She was dragged to a narrowed stairway and the guard booted the door, leading to a large room filled with straw and mini cells.

She was shoved into one and locked.

“I want to see Blaze!”

“You want to fuck him too? That doesn’t work on people anymore.” One of the guards said.

“Bastard.” she gritted her teeth. “Just like your stupid boss and y’all will pay for it!” She yelled at their retreating form and yanked at her hair.

She let out an ear-splitting scream which bounded back to her and she sat down on the floor as her strength depleted. She was exhausted, hungry and sick.

She needed treatment but the bastard who had locked her up believed otherwise.

Arabella sighed. She wished she had listened to Janice. Janice had called his bluff and she had thought she was only being judgemental.

Listening to her would save her a lot of strength instead of having to trust them for a week.

*************

“Hey.”

Blaze turned and his eyes collided with Thalia’s. He shook his head and eyed her outfit which got sluttier due to her association with Sandro. She donned a red mini halter-neck dress that hugged her curves and showed more cleavage than it should.

“Ain’t you able to see me, brother?” Thalia slapped a hand over her mouth and glanced around. As she saw nothing she turned to him and flashed a smile.

“What do you want, Thalia? I thought I told you to stay away from this pack, especially from Sandro. He’s no good for you!”

“You are not different from him, brother. He’s just crueller than you but you have the same personality. If I could stay with you all these while, I can with Sandro as well.”

Blaze rolled his eyes. “You tell me that all the time. So, I am not surprised.”

“Well, I am not asking you to be. I just wanted you to stop telling me to stay away from him. Whereas both of you have the same questionable character.”

Blaze sighed. He tossed a look her way and shook his head. He couldn’t control her and he believed he had no right to tell her who to see or not.

It wasn’t as if she took any of his advice. It was as though he was hindering her from doing it.

He believed that was how she saw it.

“But, staying away from him is not too much to ask for.”

Thalia strode into the room and shrugged. “I am here for a far more important business.”

“And that is?” Blaze tilted his head.

Thalia observed him for a while. She realized he was his normal self. He was relaxed and her eyes strayed to the ashes near his feet. He must have finished taking some blunt.

But he was still relaxed. She assumed he didn’t know about what was going on. Else, he’d have been agitated. She crossed and uncrossed her legs as she thought of how she was going to approach the subject without being the one on the receiving end.

Still, she was aware no matter how she approached the subject, he’d still get mad at her.

“It’s about Arabella.”

“What about her?” Blaze said. His eyes narrowed as he stared at Thalia.

Thalia beamed and she cleared her throat as she began again. “I heard some things you might find vital about her. And who knows if an action isn’t taken now, she’s going to die.”

“What do you mean by she’s going to die?” Blaze stood to his feet and strode towards her.

“What do you know that you are not fucking telling me?” He gripped her hand but she yanked it away.

Blaze dashed out of the room towards Arabella’s but it was empty and he walked to Sandro’s as well.

He stood by the door and tested the handle which worked immediately. Striding inside the room, his eyes narrowed as they adjusted to the dimness.

Sandro wasn’t in the room. He left earlier on some business and had put him in charge. He knew going inside the room without his notice would get him in trouble but he needed to be sure Arabella was safe.

And his scent would have vanished before he came back.

“Arabella?” Blaze mumbled but heard no response. He sniffled the room as he did hers.

Her scent was faint which was odd.

Where the fuck was she? He asked himself after a thorough search.

Then he walked back into his room to meet Thalia still sitting on his couch.

He strode to her and narrowed his eyes into slits. “Where the fuck is she, Thalia? I see her nowhere and if you know what I don’t know, tell me.”

Thalia glimpsed the frustrated look on his face and she shrugged. “I heard some things.”

“What the fuck did you hear? I am frustrated here, T.” Blaze, for the first time in a long while used the nickname he often referred to her as.

Thalia seeing the broken look on his face felt pity for him. She didn’t know what he saw in Arabella but she believed he loved her.

“She’s lying lifeless in the dungeon for hardened criminals and maniac werewolves. Also, I heard Sandro sent for her head to be brought to him.”

“What do you mean?” Blaze shot to his feet and his eyes narrowed.

“Arabella will be dead soon and I am telling you this because you have a thing for her.”

Blaze winced, gripping his side as he felt a twinge.

Shit!

Arabella was in trouble! How the fuck did he not know?!

“Cole, I ”

Before Thalia could complete her statement, he dashed out of the room.

He didn’t want to hear any more words from her. He needed to save Arabella and he fucking need to act fast on it!