Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

PROLOGUE

"Bel, Arabella, listen to me," John mumbled as he embraced his teenage daughter. He took a staggering breath and caressed her pale hair before squatting to her eye level.

"No matter what happens tonight, do not come out of there."

"What's going on, papà?" Arabella replied, hugging her father back at the same time. He barely called her full name, and hearing it out of his trembling mouth made her anxious.

"Arabella, my beautiful child." He groaned, caressing her face. Her bright blue eyes widened, and tears poured out of them due to the urgency in his voice.

"Don't worry, Bel, just promise me that no matter what happens, you will stay right there."

She nodded, and her sobbing got intense; she clung to him, "Papà, please."

Her tiny body trembled as she held on. Even as he attempted to pry her hands away, she didn't budge. The dreadful feeling became intense, and she didn't want to let go for fear of it being the last time they'd see each other.

"Promise me, Bel, please promise me," John said as he joined his daughter, sobbing. He shook his head and bit his lower lip as his hands wrapped around her small frame.

"I promise you, papà, that no matter what happens, I will not come out," Arabella replied with a quavering voice, and her hand trembled as she made a pinky promise with him.

"Here, take this," John murmured, squeezing a white sheet of paper in her hand.

"Go there," He paused, brought out a bunch of keys from his pocket, and pointed to the corner of the room where another door was situated. "Whatever you see, take it and leave this place; go far away from here, somewhere he won't find you."

"These are the keys to unlock every door there, do not stay there, or else he will find you; just take what is there and go very far away." He added, dangling the keys in his hand.

"Papà, what are you saying? I do not understand you. Why do I have to run away, and who are you talking about?" Arabella creased her closely knitted brows and scrunched up her button nose.

"His name is Alessandro De Luca." He answered, wiping the sweat trickling down his face with the back of his palm.

"Who is he, papà? Is he a bad man?"

"I'm so sorry, my child; please forgive me," John mumbled, ignoring her question. His shoulder trembled once more, and he burst into tears.

"Papà, why don't we leave together?" She reasoned.

"No, Bel." He said with a slight shake of his head, "We can't, or he would find us and then kill you too. I can't let that happen."

"I'm so sorry darling child, my nemesis has caught up with me, and it's time I pay for what I've done." He said, and he nudged her into the wardrobe before shutting it.