The Mafia Dons Pet (Masha and Luciano) novel Chapter 17

*Luciano*

I could see fear in his eyes, I could practically smell the delicious scent of it. But he said nothing, staring me down.

“No?” I chuckled wickedly. “You foolish man. There are so many things I could do to you, and Hills won’t even care.

“Fai del tuo peggio, fottuto cane! (Do your worst, you fucking dog!)” He spat at me.

“Fine.” I bent to my knees, signaling at Nokes who rushed forward and grabbed his left ankle. “Now, hold still.” I held up the knife, aiming at his Achilles tendon.

In one swift motion, I sliced through. And then came the

screams.

“Stronzo, (asshole)” he screamed. “Fottiti stronzo! (Fuck you, asshole)” It was guttural, filled with so much pain and agony. But I wasn’t about to stop there.

His left leg fell limply, and I knew from experience that he won‘ t be able to move it.

“Where’s Hill?” I demanded, voice low and dangerous.

I moved to his knee next, driving my fist hard before the knife’s edge found its mark. His breaths came shallow and ragged, pain etched deep into his face, but still he wouldn’t talk.

“I could cut out your spleen next, or maybe I’ll make do with your eyeballs. Where the FUCK is Hill?‘

He said nothing, eyes darting around as he tried to steady himself on the box beneath his feet. But the pain weakened him.

Before I knew it, he slipped, the roped snapping tight around his neck. I watched him struggle, his defiance gone, replaced by sheer panic.

Moments later, he hung limp, dead weight suspended in the dark room.

I glanced at Nokes giving a curt nod. “Dump him in the alley. Make sure he’s found.‘

They moved swiftly, cutting the body down, dragging it out of the room.

I threw the knife on the ground angrily.

would show no mercy to anyone associated with Dominic Hill. was going to find that bastard, I didn’t care about the amount of bodies I’d have to pile up to make that happen.

I would never show my enemies mercy. Not on this earth.

Chapter 17: Mercy.

*Masha*

I sat cross–legged on the worn green room carpet, watching the footage we’d shot flicker across the screen of Mike, my

classmate’s laptop.

He nudged my shoulder, his face lighting up as he turned to me. “Masha, if this production doesn’t take off, you’ve got a solid career in acting,” he teased, a grin pulling at his lips.

I laughed, shaking my head. Acting wasn’t something I’d ever thought about, but the idea of being good at something made me smile.

I leaned in closer, taking in every detail of our work. And I agreed with Mike, I was pretty good.

Beside me, Melina nodded, her gaze fixed on the footage too. “And those city shots you took? They tie everything together perfectly,” she said. “Seriously, Masha, this is going to be something special.”

I smiled, back at them, feeling a surge of pride. It wasn’t just me though, it was the three of us. We each added our own piece to this project, and that’s what made it so amazing.

I’d spent long hours gathering material and crafting the script, Melina had edited and weaved everything together perfectly, and Mike would add voice overs that would bring the story to life.

“I have to go get my mic from Claire. I’ll be right back,” Mike said, before rushing out of the room.

I nodded and turned to face Melina who was bent over his laptop, eyes scanning through the clips. “I should have it all wrapped up this weekend.”

“It’s going to be amazing,” I said, squeezing her shoulders lightly. “We’re almost there.”

She began to nod, but stopped when her eyes landed on the paused frame of a clip. It was a shot of Luciano in the park that day, dressed in his usual tailored suit and a mighty glare.

I quickly reached for my flash drive, but Melina stopped me, placing a hand over my wrist.

She tilted her head, giving the screen an appraising look. “Damn, Masha,” she murmured with a smirk, glancing sideways at me. “Who’s this guy?”

I stared at the paused shot of Luciano, how he seemed to come alive from the laptop screen. It was a simple question, but difficult for me to answer.

Who was he really? My step–brother? Someone I hooked–up with? How could I even describe him?

Melina gave me a playful nudge, breaking into my thoughts.

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“Well? Don’t tell me you’ve called dibs?”

I forced a smile, shrugging casually, “He’s family,” I told her, hoping that’d be enough to satisfy her curiosity and leave me

alone.

She arched an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Okay, but is he single?”

Without missing a beat, I answered. “Nope, married with three kids.” The lie slipped out so smoothly that even I almost

believed it.

But as soon as I said it, a strange feeling hit me.

I realized I didn’t actually know if Luciano was single or not. And for some reason, the thought of him with someone else made my stomach twist.

The idea of him with another woman, kissing her, holding her, it wasn’t something I liked to imagine.

Maybe it was silly, but I’d never liked the thought of a man who was ‘promiscuous.

Jealousy bubbled up unexpectedly, and I tried to shove it down, hoping it didn’t show on my face.

Melina let out a wistful sigh, glancing back at Luciano’s image on the screen. “Whoever she is, she’s lucky. He’s a hell of a catch.

I tried to keep my face neutral, even though her words bothered me more than they should have. Mike walked back in, just at the right time, saving me from saying something else.

I focused on wrapping up the project, adding last–minute changes to the footage before we’d be officially done for the day.

With our work finally complete, I still had one more thing on my mind. I had to prepare for the upcoming family activities, where I would see Luciano again.

We packed up our things, heading out of the green room. Melina and Mike fell into comfortable conversation, but my mind was far from present.

I had to be at his house by 7pm sharp, per Luciano’s rules. As we headed toward the exit, I noticed Matt hovering near the hallway, keeping his usual watchful eye on me. I bit back a sigh. People at school were always extremely nosy, and they’d always ask. “Why do you have security?” as if there was any simple way to answer that without raising even more questions.

Then Tyler appeared out of nowhere, moving through the crowd swiftly. The second Mike noticed him, he reached for my arm, protectively standing by my side.

I was confused. But Melina didn’t have the same look on my

Chapter 17: Mercy

face. Her eyes flicked between us, a knowing smile on her face. She looked like she had me all figured out, but I wasn’t even sure what she knew.

I turned as Mike cleared his throat, his gaze meeting mine. “So… are you free this weekend?”

I blinked, finally understanding why Melina had that stupid smile on her face.

Chapter 18: A Different Man.

Chapter 18: A Different Man.