Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

“What’s happening here?” Thalia demanded, yanking her hand free from Blaze’s grip.

“You look like you’re about to kill someone,” she remarked.

“Because I am about to kill you!” Blaze fumed, teeth gritted, and a furious glare directed her way. “Why the hell did you do that? I trusted you, out of all people, to keep her safe!”

“What on earth are you talking about?” Thalia asked, brows furrowing as she folded her arms defensively. “You drag me out here to shout at me without even explaining what’s going on?”

“You damn well know it’s about Arabella. Why did you trick her into leaving? Why are you so determined to ruin her life? She hasn’t done anything to you!”

“But you’d prefer her to ruin yours?” Thalia sneered, shoving him.

“You’d rather let that woman destroy everything you’ve worked for?! She’s not worth it, Cole.”

“You have no right to do that to her, Thalia. I’ll be the one to decide if she’s worth it or not! You don’t see me meddling in everything that concerns you.”

Thalia grabbed Blaze’s hand, forcefully yanking him back.

He crashed into the wall, a sharp crack indicating a cracked rib. Slowly, he rose to his feet.

His gaze narrowed, fists clenched. “What the hell was that for?!”

He lunged towards her, shoving her against the nearest wall. His elbow caught her neck before he attempted a headlock. But Thalia anticipated his move, quickly gripping his hand and twisting it behind his back.

Blaze winced, hunched over.

“Getting soft, Cole? No one has ever broken free from your headlock before. This is a first for me, and I’m starting to think it’s the human bitch making you lose your damn mind.”

“Enough, Thalia!” Blaze roared, frustration palpable in his voice. “I don’t want to hurt you because you’re my sister, and this has nothing to do with Arabella. Just stop antagonizing her!”

“She’s nobody, and I’ll continue to remind her of that if you don’t come to your senses!” Thalia spat back.

“Watch your mouth-”

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Sandro’s voice cut through as he leaned against the doorway.

“A squabbling pair of siblings?” He raised an eyebrow before smirking. “I find those rather entertaining. Unfortunately, you two aren’t related.”

“It’s none of your damn business,” Thalia retorted, trying to walk past him.

“I can never get enough of your attitude. Oddly, it makes me want to teach you a lesson in ways that’ll blow your mind,” Sandro commented.

“Let go of me!”

“You used to be my plaything, Thalia. Do you remember what I told you on our first night together? Maybe I should refresh your memory.”NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Thalia shook her head, her gaze darting to Blaze. A flush reddened her cheeks as she stared at the ground.

“Please, Alessandro, release me.”

“Not until you comply with my request,” he replied.

“And what might that be?”

Sandro leaned in, grinning at Blaze as he did. “Be my companion for the night, dear.”

“No!” Thalia shouted, shoving him. “You’re repulsive, and I would never agree to such a thing!”

Sandro clicked his tongue. “Wrong choice of words.”

He advanced toward her, grasping her hand and pulling her closer to him.

His lips hovered dangerously close to hers, and Thalia inhaled sharply.

A shiver ran through her as desire ignited inside her.

“Stop,” she managed, hating the weakness in her voice.

Sandro gripped her chin, his grin widening. His sea-green eyes darkened. “You’re not over me, are you? I can see the wanting in your eyes…”

“Let her go!”

Sandro tilted his head, his gaze shifting to Blaze. “Is there something going on between you two that I’m unaware of?”

“Are you sleeping with him too?!” Sandro exploded. He shoved Thalia against the wall and turned to face Blaze.

Grabbing Blaze by his shirt collar, he hurled him across the room.

“Son of a bitch!” Blaze’s voice snarled as he hit the wall. “We’re not sleeping together.”

“We’re not!” Thalia yelled, stepping in front of Sandro as he moved menacingly toward Blaze once again.

“Why should I believe you? You’ve been with damn near everyone I know.”

Thalia bit her lip, shaking her head. Her gaze darted to Blaze, who looked ready to take Sandro down if given a chance.

“Don’t,” she mouthed to him.

Blaze shrugged, wincing and clutching his side.

Thalia knew Blaze wasn’t furious with Sandro on her behalf. He had never fought anyone over her, and today was no different. His fight was for Arabella.

Suddenly, Thalia jolted, slapping Sandro’s hand away as he reached for hers.

Stepping closer to him, she held his gaze intently. “You have the ability to know if I’m telling the truth. So damn well, search for it!”

Sandro growled, gripping her waist and pulling her toward him.

His eyes glinted, staring into hers.

“See anything?” Thalia asked after a moment.

Trying to nudge him when he didn’t respond, she found his grip only tightened.

“In my room at eight tonight,” Sandro muttered. “Wear nothing underneath, and come in your sexiest attire.”

“I’m not a whore,” Thalia protested.

“You’re my whore,” Sandro corrected, finally releasing her. He groaned. “You see what you do to me?”

Thalia blushed, her eyes darting to his pants.

His erection strained against the denim, and she wondered if it didn’t cause him pain, looking that hard.

“Cheap whore,” Blaze’s voice echoed through the private link that connected him and Thalia.

“I’m trying to save your reckless ass!” Thalia glared once Sandro had left.

“Well, think about saving yourself, sister,” Blaze’s voice responded, accompanied by a roll of his eyes. “Tonight, it’s just you in the Alpha’s lair.”

Thalia sighed. Blaze was right. She needed to consider her choices before heading into Sandro’s room tonight. There was no way she could decline his invitation, and escape was not an option either.

But there was one thing she was absolutely certain of: she wouldn’t yield to whatever he demanded.

She would stand her ground, even if it meant facing death.

At least she would be saving her dignity before meeting her end.