A Wolf For The Gangster

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When the Don is in his room, he goes to his bathroom and enters the shower. The cold water runs over his huge naked body as he tries to think about other things and not the wolf's stormy sobs.

-1 do what I want. “His body belongs to me,” he says as if it were a mantra.

His emotions are confusing. A deep part inside him screams at him that what he just did is wrong, but another part of his body feels satisfied for dominating the wolf. He is used to taking what he wants at any time without needing others to sa it is wrong. He never needed others to interfere in his life. The only person he listened to without hesitation is several meters underground.

When he is satisfied again, he gets out of the shower, grabs a towel to dry his body, and goes to his closet. He takes out a pair of sports shorts and a tank top.

He walks to the kitchen, where his housekeeper finishes giving a steak a final pass, heads to the refrigerator, and takes ot the orange juice.

—Don, stop that, I'll serve you.

He denies. —Continue with what you do.

Minerva returns to the stove and he pours himself the juice.

“Will Miss Kara be coming down to dinner with you?"

He tenses upon hearing the wolf's name.

“No,” he says seriously and Minerva nods. I need a gynecologist to be here early tomorrow with contraceptive methods. —Whatever you say, Don.

He leaves the kitchen and heads to the dining room to wait for his dinner.

He's already tired of stopping his pleasure and not being able to finish inside the wolf.

The phone rings, which he grabs without looking to see who is calling him. He makes a small argument with the person o the other end of the line and hangs up in a bad mood.

Minerva serves him her dinner.

He eats reluctantly and goes to his room without wanting to see others, he doesn't want to talk either.

()

Kara finishes washing her body, removing the remains of her s**m with disgust.

The salty pearls that come out of his eyes are lost in the artificial rain. She feels a burning sensation on her back from th spankings the Don gave her back. She feels humiliated, outraged and as if she were a stupid s* toy. Well, she already is. The Don made it clear to her when she told him that she is only in that huge house because his hole pleases him. When she stops being useful he will send her to another place worse than this.

She gets out of the shower and remembers that she has nothing to wear. She sighs defeated. She approaches the door ar locks it. She goes to bed and covers her nakedness with the quilts.

Sleep comes in a matter of minutes and she is plunged into darkness.

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A few persistent knocks on the door bring her back to reality.

She sighs.

Gol —She gets out of bed and opens the door.

Minerva is on the other side.

“Kara, I told you that you can't have your door locked,” she scolds.

“Ym sorry,” she whispers.

Minerva grimaces and enters the bedroom as Kara steps aside.

Since that night when the Don took her without her permission, he has locked her door in fear that he will come in and force himself on her again.

—1 know the reasons why you do it. I understand, but the Don hasn't been in the mansion since that day.

The next day, when he woke up, he needed to free his mind and tell someone what happened, therefore, he vents to Minerva. She looks at her with pity.

“Ym sorry,’ she murmurs and gives him a motherly hug. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Kara cries uncontrollably on her shoulder.

That same day the gynecologist injected Kara with one of the most effective contraceptive methods. The omega part of h knows that this will not be enough to prevent a pregnancy on a night of heat that the alpha has.

Kara is worried about that and she hopes she can avoid that night of heat.

“Where is she? —curiosity.

Minerva lifts her shoulders.

-Don’t know. “I never know where the Don is,” he answers. I'll let you do your thing. I have to run some errands before the Don returns.

—will he come today? —Fear flows through her veins.

“Maybe. The Don never lasts long away from home. The longest he has been away is two weeks.

—Do you know the name of the Don?

—No, nobody knows. Only his right hand knows that information,” she answers sincerely.

Don's name is a mystery to all of his workers and partners. Nobody knows about his private life. It's as if only the Don exists and not an ancient story behind his name.

How wrong everyone is, because behind all that there is a huge story.

“I understand,” she murmurs.

Minerva leaves the room and leaves her alone.

This week for the wolf has been in complete tranquility for not having to see the Don. Her fear of him has grown and she does not believe she feels comfortable in his presence. She doesn't want to know the consequences for not being susceptible to him. The omega part of her is afraid of the Don.

The wolf takes a bath and puts on the clothes Minerva brought.

He still doesn't have any clothes in the closet.

Sighs.

He goes out and takes the dirty dishes to the kitchen. Minerva has told her that she doesn't need to do that, but she is th only entertainment she has in the enormous mansion. She is not allowed to go out even to the backyard. She leaves the dishes in the laundry room and goes to the living room. She is stilled by some car noises outside the mansion. Her curiosity does not allow her to move from where she is and she decides to stay.

Omegas are weak and their curiosity can become very great, so much so that they can put their life in danger just becaus something caught their curiosity.

The doors of the mansion are opened by Minerva and a pretty girl enters wearing a tight black dress that leaves nothing the imagination. Her incredible hips stand out from the fabric, her breasts are not that big and her long legs are covered long high-heeled boots.

Their gazes collide and they look at each other with total curiosity.

The guest walks up to Kara and gives her a smile.

“Ciao,” she greets.

Kara frowns because she doesn't understand.

“Sorry, I don't speak Italian,” she says, embarrassed.

Luckily for her, the girl speaks Spanish perfectly.

“Oh, sorry, I just said hello,” she says with a smile.

“Oh,” is all she says.

~ What is your name?

—I'm Kara, and you?

“Ym Tamara Obrigh,’ she introduces herself.

-Nice to meet you. Are you the Don's sister? —curiosity.

Tamara laughs and denies.

—No, honey, I'm his fiancée. —Those words make Kara dizzy. The girl takes her arm, worried. Are you okay, honey? —She guides her to the couch and helps her sit down.

“Yes, it was just dizziness” she whispers with a terrible desire to cry.

—What role do you perform here? —She has come before and it is the first time she has seen the young woman. —Tamara, Stop f*****g around and stay out of my business. ~The Don's serious voice causes both girls to jump, one with fear and the other with surprise— “And you go to your room,” she orders seriously.

Kara gets up as if the furniture had fire and with her head bowed she goes to the bedroom.

“I'll just be here,” Tamara grumbles.

“Don’t go near her’ she demands before leaving.

Tamara looks where she left and glances at Fer, who is carrying the luggage to hand it to one of the employees.

—What's wrong with the beast with the pretty girl? “She” raises her eyebrows at him.

“I don't know anything,” is the only thing he answers and walks past her.

Tarama holds his arm.

—In my room tonight.

Fer doesn't respond, he just lets go of her grip to go with the Don.

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Omega and human feel used by the Gift. Both sides are furious about the deception. However, they have no reason to be angry, since they are the rag with which you clean your hands.

—i can't believe he did this to us. She—she Stares at the ceiling of her room, angry. Her heart beats fast in her chest and the omega part of her doesn't want to continue living in the same house as the alpha. We'll get out of here.

She gets out of bed, approaches the huge window and looks down; the height is not so much that she would get hurt if s jumped in her wolf form. She undresses and lets out her wolf, which is small and as white as snow.

Heavy footsteps approach his bedroom and the door opens. The Don is surprised to see a little white wolf instead of the girl. He peers into the open window and discovers his intentions.

—If what you want to do is escape, puppy, you better not even try, because when he catches you your punishment will be worse than that night. —His voice comes out hoarse.

The warning makes all the wolf's hair stand on end. Unsure of what he will do, he takes several steps to the window.

The Don sees that the wolf will not take his warning into account and growls angrily to use a commanding voice that he had not used for years.

—Stop and return to your human form. Now.

The order he gives in an alpha voice causes Kara to return to her human form in a matter of seconds and kneel before th imposing man.

—Little puppy, you're behaving very badly. —Deny—. I even gave you a week to think properly about your decisions, but I see that you have already made one. Tomorrow I wil tell Fer to take you to the brothel in Venice and that any man or woman who pays can do whatever they want with your desirable body.

Kara shudders just imagining other people being able to touch her.

“No, please, her," she sobs, still kneeling. Don, I beg you, don’t send me to that place. She emits some tremors.

—You made your decision, puppy. She crosses her arm and runs her gaze over the young woman's white back. Here I was going to give you food, clothing and shelter, just to keep me satisfied, but I see that you prefer that many people take yor He wants the young woman to be susceptible to him and not to start whining when he takes her. He wants her to enjoy it as much as he does when she takes it. It is not fun or exciting for the Don that his bed lover gives herself in with ill will a even more so the young wolf who torments her head for a week. He feels very guilty about what he forced her to do to hi and he doesn't want to take her back, not like that.

“I promise I'l be susceptible,’ she says as the only alternative.

He smiles sideways for achieving his goal. He would never dare send her to a place like that. Just thinking that someone might have it makes him angry and in a bad mood.

Stand up. —Kara does it—. Look at me. She—she lifts her face and meets the Don's grayish gaze. Inside, he stirs somethin angry with himself for being the culprit of bringing tears to those beautiful amber eyes. She approaches him. It's inevitab for Kara not to back down. You're not being touchy, puppy.

Ym sorry. —Try to control her impulse to run.

He moves forward again. His nose catches the smell of fear she emanates.

When the Don is in front of her, he raises his hand and removes the salty pearls that fall from her cheeks. Her nose is red from sobbing and her eyes remain watery. She slides her touch down her neck until she reaches her grazed nipples. She brings her face closer to the wolf's and directs it toward her throat, where she rubs her nose to collect the sweet aroma that hides beneath the bitter one from her fear.

—I can still smell the fear, Kara. “She” blows on her neck while pinching her nipple. Surrender, puppy. —Take the skin of h neck with her teeth.

Can't. She—she knows that beneath them somewhere in the mansion is the Don's fiancée.

“What's stopping you?

—His fiancée.

—With her I can't do what I intend to do with you. Only you are able to endure my c**k without crying. I told you, puppy, your p***y is the only one capable of keeping me inside. —Her hand slides to the center of the wolf, where she leaves a s caress— You have my treasure chest between your legs. She leaves a kiss on her neck and breathes deeply as she feels that the sweet smell is more noticeable than the bitter one.

—But...

—shh — he leaves the Don's lips to silence her.

—Just focus on yourself, not on others. —The seriousness in her voice tells the wolf that she cares very little about having fiancée—. Take it or leave it? You choose and your destiny is in your hands.