Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

“I heard what happened and came as soon as I could.”

“Yeah,” Blaze mumbled, standing from where he sat to enable Francis to take over. But he still held her hand.

“You did well by cleaning her up and I can’t imagine the pain she is going through.” Francis grimaced as he eyed the blood on the floor.

“Janice did.” Blaze said. He tightened his grip on Arabella’s hand. “Will she be okay? I don’t know, I feel this is the last time I’ll see her and she neither had a good life… She’ll die in pain.”

“She’ll be fine,” Francis assured. “She is stronger than you think.”

“She is,” Janice affirmed, letting out a staggering breath.

Blaze puffed out a breath and nodded. He dipped his hand into the pocket of the leather pants he donned and brought out the cigarette box.

“Please, no,” Francis said, shaking his head. “I have a patient here.”

“I keep forgetting it’s a no-smoking zone,” Blaze grunted out. His eyes strayed to Janice. “When she comes awake, call me.”

“I will,” Janice said. she watched as he strode out of the room. The urge to pull him back and embraced him filled her.

But she twisted her fingers together and reluctantly, she gazed back at Arabella.

Janice caressed her hair slowly whilst one of her hands closed on Arabella’s hand. She sighed staring up at Francis.

“What?” She asked as she noticed his eyes on her.

“Nothing,” Francis said. “She’ll be fine though. You don’t have to look like that.”This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Janice shook her head. “Not that, I’m just trying to understand her sin.”

“You know Sandro.” Said Francis with a shrug. “Whatever he does seems right to him but it’s the opposite. And I hope he changes soon.”

“Not if that witch is still with him.” Said Janice. She grimaced as she recall the smug look on her face.

Francis finished stitching up Arabella’s head where she slammed on the wall, He placed the suture with him on the table and heaved a breath.

He licked his bottom lip, glancing at Janice as she leaned on the bed.

Janice frowned. Her skin tingled as she felt Francis’s eyes bore holes into her body. She didn’t know the reason he had been staring at her. But she felt somewhat uneasy.

Moreover, the tingling feeling that his gaze left behind was weird. She didn’t know what it means.

She stood abruptly and walked to the door.

“wait!”

Janice halted and swirled. She tilted a brow as Francis stepped towards her.

“Will you be free later? I’ve been wanting to talk to you alone but I’ve been unlucky.” He chuckled, then coughed as she continued to stare at him blankly.

“It is fine if you are busy, I mean you don’t need to make out time for m…”

“I’m on patrol today. I’m helping Jude.”

“Oh,” Francis mumbled. “It is fine then.”

He turned to move back to the corner of the room, and Janice gripped his arm.

“I don’t think discussing things while looking for a spy is ideal. I mean you know how Sandro is this day. It’s ideal when it’s settled we talk.” She flashed him a bright smile and he nodded.

Janice grimaced inwardly as soon as she stepped out of the door. She wonder why she was often awkward when with him. Also, the feelings within her when with him hadn’t stopped.

Rather, it intensified. But she was still finding meaning to it as her wolf had been silent on her.

She rubbed her clammy palms on the dress she donned as she walked towards Blaze.

The reason she didn’t want to stay with him wasn’t that she was busy. Heck, it was a lie to get her away from him. She was glad it worked.

Also, she believed she might have done or said something stupid if she stayed another second in the room.

Moreover, she couldn’t help but wonder the reason he was wanting to talk to her. Maybe it was the development happening around the town because he looked serious about it.

Blaze straightened as he felt Janice’s presence. He tossed the almost-finished cigarette stick with him and narrowed his eyes at her.

“Is she awake?”

“No.” She shook her head.

“Then why are you here?”

“What do you mean? I came here to watch.” Janice rolled her eyes.

“You should fucking be with her and not here!” Blaze shouted. He stood to his feet and Janice’s hand shot to grip him.

“Excuse you?”

“Arabella is in danger and she needs someone beside her. If she sees no one when she comes awake, she might get scared and…”

“And what?” Janice’s nostril flared as he trailed off. “And what? You are going to watch her?!”

“It’s none of your business.”

“It’s my business!” Janice glared at him. “As much as I hate what Thalia put her through, she is right. You are fucking going crazy over a mere human! She isn’t even yours. Why trying to jeopardise your life for her?!”

“She isn’t just any human!” Blaze screamed, frustrated at her.

“Oh yeah?” Janice folded her arms in front of her. “She’s supposedly the Rose but no freaking evidence had been seen and you should listen to your sister. Stay the fuck away…”

Blaze halted, his eyes widening. He grasped Janice and tugged her into him. “What did you say?”

“Listen to Thalia and stay away from her!”

“Not that,” Blaze growled. “You said, sister.”

“Oh, that? Of course, you are siblings. I know that you and Thalia are related..”

Blaze slapped his hand over her mouth and tugged her towards the empty warehouse in front of them.

Janice licked her lips and shivered slightly as his grip tightened on her. Her body tingled and her nipples were taut as they reacted to him. Even her centre was coated with her juice and a moan threatened to slip out of her mouth as he shoved her into the wall.

“How did you know? How long has it been?!” He snarled into her face.

Janice giggled. “Ever since she was here and I thought you brought me here for something kinky and not that…”

Blaze glared at her. He released his grip on her. He created a distance between them and shoved his hand inside his hair.

Then he turned to her again, “No words about this to anyone. No one must fucking know we are related. Else, I’ll kill you!”

“Why are you hiding…” Janice trailed off as he stormed out of the room.

She groaned, glancing at herself. The fact that he was mad at her didn’t make her body want him less. Instead, it made it worse.

She didn’t care about the relationship he had with Thalia and it was not in her place to start narrating to people as well.

At the moment, what she cared about the most was Blaze bedding her, fucking her senseless whilst he placed her in all positions she could ever imagine.