Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Blaze wandered around the De Luca Villa, uncertain of what to do.

He had left the dungeon earlier, and the conversation with Sandro still weighed on his mind. Not only did Sandro want Arabella back in the villa, but he also aimed to use her presence as leverage to lessen Blaze’s intended punishment.

However, Blaze harbored doubts about Sandro’s sincerity. He suspected that even if Arabella returned, Sandro would still inflict severe punishment upon him. He sighed, torn between his desire to seek answers from Arabella and his wish to keep her safe. He believed she might be in Thalia’s residence or even in his house.

Nevertheless, the danger loomed whether he visited her or not. Her whereabouts were known, and it was only a matter of time before Sandro dispatched one of his Eta to retrieve her.

“Did you see my sister?” Blaze turned abruptly, finding Annalise standing before the grand gate.

“You shouldn’t be out here. It’s quite late, and people might get the wrong idea if they see us together,” Blaze muttered, his gaze drifting to the moonless sky, predicting an impending storm.

“There’s nothing going on between us,” Annalise replied. “I don’t concern myself with idle gossip. I just want assurance that my sister is safe.”

“She is,” Blaze affirmed. “I saw her with your father.”

Annalise wrinkled her nose in distaste. “I’m relieved she’s safe, even if she’s unhappy.”

Blaze knew Janice’s uneasiness. He’d glimpsed it in her eyes, along with a fierce determination. Though he couldn’t fathom her exact thoughts, he surmised she was plotting an escape, a risky endeavor in his estimation.

“Thank you,” Annalise said.

“For what?” Blaze locked eyes with her.

Annalise cast her gaze down, then shook her head. “You’re kind,” she murmured, though Blaze heard her.

“You might see me as a devil. Don’t judge me solely by my actions, Annalise. I’m far from the kind man you perceive,” Blaze retorted.

“You helped Janice,” Annalise argued. “You’ve helped many others, including me.”

“And I’ve taken lives, too,” Blaze pointed out.

“All on Alessandro’s orders, I’m sure of that,” Annalise said.

Blaze shrugged. Whether his actions were in Sandro’s direction or not, he saw it as his duty. He’d sworn loyalty to Sandro.

“You should head inside,” Blaze advised, eyeing Annalise as she wrapped her arms around herself. “You’re dressed too lightly; you’ll catch a cold.”

Annalise’s cheeks burned as she glanced down at her attire. She’d only just realized what she was wearing pink denim shorts and a barely-covering tank top. She’d spotted Blaze from her window and hurried out, not wanting to miss him.

“I just wanted to talk to you and forgot to change into something more suitable,” she explained.

“Janice is safe. You needn’t worry about her right now.”

“Right now,” Annalise murmured, wondering about Blaze’s choice of words. It seemed he wasn’t inclined to say more.

She nodded and said, “Thank you, I’ll go now,” before hurrying away.

Blaze raised a brow as she made her way to the villa’s entrance. Annalise bumped into Sandro and stumbled back, quickly regaining her balance and dashing inside.

Blaze shook his head, and Sandro approached him, chuckling.

Speaking with Sandro was the last thing Blaze wanted, but he knew no matter how hard he tried to evade him, he couldn’t escape.

“You have quite a few women vying for your attention,” Sandro remarked.

“I am a gentleman,” Blaze replied. “Why wouldn’t they?”

“No true gentleman would take what belongs to his best friend,” Sandro’s eyes narrowed.

Blaze sighed. “How much longer must we discuss Arabella’s choice? I never forced her to be with me, not once.”

Though Blaze believed he didn’t owe Sandro an explanation for his relationship with Arabella, he wanted to provide it. He hoped it would persuade Sandro to back off. He yearned for Sandro to stop dwelling on his perceived betrayal, even if it seemed unlikely.

“Got a cigar on you?” Sandro inquired.

Blaze tapped his pocket, producing a box of Cohiba.

“You have a taste for the inexpensive, don’t you?” Sandro grunted, taking out a stick and lighting it. He drew a drag, closing his eyes for a moment to savor it before exhaling.

“You seem to prefer cheap women. I saw you with the spy sister. What were you discussing with her? Planning to fuck her like you did Arabella and her sister?” Sandro narrowed his eyes at Blaze.

“When will this end? I’m uncomfortable discussing Arabella with you like this,” Blaze said.

Sandro rarely revisited matters. He usually allowed issues to end on their own without interfering. But when it came to Arabella, he couldn’t let go. He was hurt by what Blaze had done. He had trusted him, only to be betrayed. Moreover, every time he saw Blaze, he couldn’t help but think of them together and how Arabella seemed more receptive to Blaze than to him.

“I’d do anything for you to stop demeaning her in this way. And if she truly carries your child…” Blaze winced at the thought of it. He’d been avoiding dwelling on the idea of Arabella being pregnant with Sandro’s child. If it were true, he didn’t know what he could do about it.

“If she were indeed carrying your child, at least show her some respect. Is this how you intend to treat her?” Blaze asked.

“Not unless I have confirmation the child is truly mine,” Sandro replied. “All the more reason for her to be here.”

“When will you bring her to me?” Sandro pressed.

Blaze frowned. He had no intention of delivering Arabella to Sandro, but he needed to provide an answer. So, he said, “As soon as I locate her.”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re being crafty?” Sandro questioned.

“I’m not attempting to be,” Blaze asserted. “You just informed me of her being seen a few hours ago. I need to make proper arrangements to apprehend her and bring her to you.”

“I’ll remember what you said,” Sandro warned. “If you try anything, it won’t go in your favor. I have a lot of eyes on you.”

Sandro passed him the cigar and then turned away himself from Blaze towards the Villa’s entrance.

Blaze sighed. He was acutely aware of the many eyes trained on him. At present, he could identify at least ten of them at present, hidden in different locations. He pondered how he could possibly reach Arabella without being intercepted by one of them.