Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Arabella rolled to her side and let out a wince. She opened her eyes slowly.

For a few seconds, she tried to recall where she was as she stared at the iron cage that surrounded her.

She sat up straight and her eyes collided with a large dog which stood a few feet from her.

It snarled, and its golden eyes glinted.

Arabella cowered and hugged her knees to her chest as it prowled towards her. She breathed out, staring down at her body. Her lower lip trembled as she glimpsed the weals that covered her skin.

Then, she recalled all that had happened.

Sandro had been nice to her, only that all had been a ruse. He had used her and discarded her as though she was garbage.

Not only that, he had left her to die!

Arabella thought she’d die until she felt a presence. She believed it was Janice.

She had been in the room with her whilst she was unconscious but then she wasn’t sure as she remembered Sandro telling the guard to allow her no visitors.

Also, she had caught a glimpse of Blaze. The leather jacket draped around her says she didn’t imagine him coming.

He had indeed come for her and she wished he was with her in the dungeon at the moment.

At least, he’d chase the dog looking at her as though she was a delicious meal it couldn’t wait to eat.

Staring at the dog that snarled at her again, it didn’t look like an ordinary dog. It was just like the one she had seen back at Blaze’s house.

But then, she didn’t know what species she could classify it under.

If she wasn’t mistaken, it looked more like a wolf than a dog.

She heard footsteps and she sat up straight. The dog was also alert and it sprinted out of the dungeon first.

Arabella heard several yelling and wondered what could be happening until she saw Blaze burst into the room with blood dripping from his chin and hands.

He wiped his hand on his jeans and used a handkerchief to wipe his face before moving towards her.

“What happened?” She asked. Her eyes widened as she glimpsed his once dark-brown eyes, glowing golden.

Blaze gripped the lock on the gate and yanked on it, ignoring her question.

“Blaze!” Arabella said, a little louder.

“Be quiet!” He growled.

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Arabella lurched as the lock gave way after he pulled on it several times.

He stepped into the cage and gripped her hand, pulling her out.

“What is going on?”

“Be quiet and follow me.” Blaze rasped. His eyes moved around the large room.

Arabella nodded. She didn’t know what to ask him and she felt he’d get mad at her if she kept on asking as he told her not to.

She followed him through the shortcut and not the main building.

She didn’t know where they were going but she believed it was the escape he had in mind.

Arabella slipped into the Audi as Blaze opened the door for her and he started the ignition, driving away into the night.

*******

The journey wasn’t a short one and Arabella was sick throughout.

Blaze had pulled over several times so she could throw up.

Although he knew stopping was dangerous, there was nothing he could do.

Also, he didn’t think any of his pack members were on his trail.

He had taken out the Deltas on watch and that was the only danger he saw.

“Blaze.”

He turned briefly to Arabella before glancing back to the road.

“I know you have a lot of questions to ask me but I think that can wait till later. I need to get you to safety and you need a lot of rest…”

Blaze trailed off as he heard her sniffle.

He furrowed his brows, staring at her tear-stained face. “Hey, what’s wrong? Do you feel any pain? Do you want me to pull over?”

Arabella shook her head. She bit her lower lip as it trembled. He was doing too much for her. Despite how dangerous it was, he didn’t care.

She shook her head as the image of him being caught and tortured to death surfaced in my mind. She didn’t want to think about what would happen to him and she prayed he’d always be safe because Sandro was a beast.

A freaking beast and he didn’t care about who he hurt.

“Why are you crying?” He asked again.

“Just thinking about all that you do. I don’t think I deserve all the help you have been showing to me.”

Blaze’s hand tightened around the steering wheel and he glared at her. “You deserve everything and more. Wait till I get you to safety.”

“It’s dangerous, Blaze. I mean, Sandro is deadly and I am a slave of his. I do not think he’d be happy about my escape.”

“Let Sandro be damned!” Blaze snapped. “I don’t care about what he thinks. I can’t watch him kill you slowly.”

“You’ll get hurt…”

“I won’t.” He interrupted. “No more words about this and none of us are getting hurt. Just focus on where we are going, any positive things and not Sandro.”

Arabella nodded. Even if she didn’t want to think about Sandro, one way or another, his thoughts often slipped into her head. She didn’t know why.

But Blaze was right about her being positive. And with Blaze, she believed she’d be more than positive because that was only the energy that surround him as far as she was concerned.

He gripped her hand and squeezed. “I don’t enjoy seeing you in pain.”

Arabella’s eyes stayed on him for a few seconds before she smiled. She clasped his hand, and let their fingers intertwine.

“Thank you.” She mumbled, slouching into the chair. “I won’t forget this.”

“Of course, you won’t,” Blaze murmured to himself as her eyes fluttered. After all, they were mates and helping her was the least he could do.