Mafia Trevor: His Pet

Chapter 3

Trevor's POV

I'm Trevor, the one and only ruthless mafia in all of Russia, a name that everyone hears and flees from.

“You have the guts to steal from me, huh?” I kicked his face, and everyone at the casino gazed at us.

“After allowing you to borrow from me to bet, you lose and have the audacity to try to steal from me.” I removed my gun and placed it on his head.

“You are dead,” those words were whispering into my brain, my devil was activating.

“Take him into my custody, lock everyone in the casino up,” I said, and I heard a lot of pleading. I grabbed my cigar out of my pocket.

“Light it, Zayn.” Zayn was more or less the second in command to me. I owned his life, and he would obey me.

“Yes, Campo,” he brought out a lighter. I placed it in one of my hands, holding the gun with the other one.

“Campo, have mercy,” a p********e came towards me, holding my leg.

“Mercy isn't what I seek,” I shot her in the head. The bullet pierced her left eye and went directly into the man's eye kneeling at her back.

“Is there anyone who wants to beg?” I asked, and everywhere became silent.

I was a man of no emotions, and my rules dictated that no one looked me in the face unless they were close to me.

“Take him.” I walked out of the casino and went into my convoy outside, alongside my men.

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How dare she look at me in the face,

“You are Trevor deal with her”

The word kept popping into my head as this little figure leaned towards me, spouting nonsense.

A part of me wanted her, a part of me wanted to devour her. I had never felt strangled like this.

“Untie her,” I commanded.

“Now take the gun and shoot your father,” I said with no emotion.

“Before I do that, what did he do?” She asked.

“Your father had the guts to steal from the mafia himself,” Zayn replied, untying her hands and handing the gun to her.

“Now shoot!” I commanded.

“I'm sorry, father, but I don't think I can do it.” She dropped the gun and faced me, looking me in the eye without fear.

“Shoot me and let him live. I know what he did was wrong, but shoot me,” she said, her voice sounding like she was crying deep inside.

“Shoot her!” a part of me that wanted her to be devoured said.

I bent down and picked up the gun.

‘Come on, Trevor, you are ruthless, do it.’ I couldn't shoot. Zayn and the remaining men were looking at me in shock.

They had never seen me take it easy on those who challenged me.

“De Campo!” Zayn said with impatience written all over his face. He looked worried at the same time.

“Liya,” Steven said weakly, “don't do it,” he said, uttering his words one after the other.

“Everyone should leave now!” I yelled. The men started leaving immediately. Zayn turned back and looked at me before stepping out.

“Now you, tell me what you did to me.” I placed the gun on her head.

“Steve, you shouldn't have this daughter.” I removed another gun from my back, pointing it in his direction and the other at Liya.

“f*****g stop staring at me!” I yelled at her. She averted her gaze from me.

“Shoot me, leave him,” she said.

“I will spare you.” Looking at her forehead, I uttered, “s**t!” I brought down my hands.

“An agreement will be made.”

“What agreement?” She softly asked, like someone who had lost hope.

“You will be my pet for the year,” I uttered the words without thinking.

“P...e...t?” She asked me.

“You will be the mafia's pet,” I said with my cold look.

“Zayn!” I yelled. Without any hesitation, he appeared. “Get the guys to clean him up and lock her.”

“Wait, let me have a word with my father.” She rushed towards him, and he touched her cheek.

“My little angel, I'm sorry for causing you this,” he said, tears dripping out of his eyes.

“No, papa,” she shook her head.

“I want you to stay. You are all I need,” she sniffed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“God damn! I hate all this type of thing.” Zayn was about to trigger the bullet when I looked at him, he instantly stopped.

“Let me go and meet your mother. She misses me.”

“No, father, you can't go. You are selfish if you do that,” she said, tears flowing down her cheek.

“Be my pet, or he dies, and watch him die!” I interrupted their discussion.

“Father, I'm sorry for disobeying you.” She then fixed her icy eyes on me.

“Yes, I will,” she sniffed back her tears with determination.

“Steven, your daughter staying with me will guarantee that she will die if she ever looks me in the face again,” I uttered. She needed to stop staring at me.

“She won't stare,” he responded weakly.

“Now take her and lock her, Zayn.” He went towards her and grabbed her roughly.

“Father, I will go back and see you, live for me,” she said, tears flowing down. I smirked. She didn't know who I was, and she was busy messing with me.

“Now to you, do you think I will let you go easy?” He shook in fear.

“Thank goodness, you did have my pet.” I walked away from my office.

While walking, I could feel the atmosphere was cold. All of a sudden, I was angry. I shot the gun into the air.

“Why can't I control myself?” I questioned myself.

“You are weak.” I ignored my mind when a notification popped in.

“Get ready for the mafia party.” A message was sent to me by Ava, the same girl my father wanted me to marry when I was young.

“When will she ever get over me?” I smirked. One of my men rushed towards me.

“He is dead.” My eyes were tense.