His Blue-Eyed Obsession (The Mafia Don And The Nun)

Selena’s pov “Please don’t leave me, Puffy, you are all that I have,” I cried out, hugging my dog, Puffy, who had just been lying down in his kennel since yesterday not eating. I left her food on her plate last night thinking she was just throwing her normal tantrum, you can say Puffy is spoiled. When I checked the plate this morning, it was untouched, that’s when I knew something was wrong with Puffy. Puffy likes meatballs a lot, you can say it’s her favorite, refusing to eat the meatballs is screaming danger. I carried her and walked out heading to just one place in my mind, the chapel. Puffy is a white dog with full hair. I love her so much. The scent of incense lingered in the air, welcoming me immediately as I stepped foot in the chapel. Wooden chairs are arranged accordingly, making the place neat and organized. I placed Puffy gently on the floor and knelt in front of the altar. I clasped my hands tightly together, my eyes closed. My lips move in silent petition, whispering

Lorenzo’s pov “I stretched my arms as they rang the final bell, indicating closing hours. Achoes filled the air as students dispersed, some gisting, laughing and chatting as they walked out, while others like me walked slowly, afraid of the unknown.” “I looked at the weather, the sky darkened and became cloudy like it’s about to rain any moment from now.” I adjusted the straps of my new bag that Mummy got for me and walked towards the gate. Just when I crossed the gate, a group of boys around my age blocked my way. They wore the same clothes as mine, indicating that we are from the same school. “Hey there, follow me,” the tallest among them said with cruelty laced in his voice. He looks meaner than the others. “The last time I checked, we aren’t friends, so tell me why I should obey your order?” I barked back, trying to sound as brave as possible. “I applaud your audacity to question my orders but if you know what’s best for you you will follow me this moment expect you want all t

Lorenzo’s povShe sang so beautifully, her voice echoed around the church like an angel singing from the hymn book, but all I could think about was how good she would moan out my name with that beautiful voice when I put my dick in her tight pussy. The thought of that made my dick jerk up a little. “Easy, man,” I said to my pussy, “soon we will have her and she will be ours.”She kept singing from the choir book although she had seen me, but she tried to avoid my gaze. I knew that because she didn’t look my way, and anytime our eyes met, she quickly looked the other way.Everyone in the church was so enchanted with her voice, the young, adult and old all listened to her voice with happy emotions, the older woman wrapped their fingers together, moved right and left to the rhythm of her voice.She ended the song and everyone was quiet, a lot of people waved at her and some thumped her up. She walked along with the other choir to take their seats beside the altar. My eyes were trailing a

Lorenzo’s pov“Look who we have here, the bastard son,” Leonard sneered with mischief all written over his face. His face squeezed up, smirk dripping with arrogance, but his eyes gave him away, the jealousy noticed just beneath.“And I’m happy to be that bastard who stole the spot of the so-called real son,” I chipped back, my voice calm but sharp enough.I stepped closer to him, moved my lips to his ears, until my breath was fanning his neck. “Father can’t give you a task to do without involving me because you are a failure and a soft little boy who still runs to his mummy when he is afraid,” I whispered with a smile.He looked at me like he was about to punch the hell out of me. His hand folded into a punch, knuckles whitening like he is about to bounce at me, his jaw clenched so that like a frustrated poor man.“If I were you,” I said, cleaning some imaginary dirt from my suit, my gaze not living his, “I will rethink what I am about to do, I won’t only break those legs, I will make

Lorenzo’s povI sat in my rocking chair, cigarettes between my lips, eyes fixed on the TV. The newscaster reads the recent news, something about prison breaks. I smirked at the TV when he made mention of not leaving traces at the scene.He read on. “The police believe it was done by an expert, and the investigation is still ongoing.”A smirk crept across my face. “Damn right.”I dragged on my cigarette and puffed out the smoke. “They will never find who broke the prison because they think it was done in the dead of night. Amateurs. I did it in broad daylight.”I had been on this project for months, planning and strategizing my move. Every detail is calculated. I had to go in very early with my gang. Not too much. Mateo, Linda and I. Small crew.I didn’t want any noise to give me away. I drove the car and parked far away from the prison to avoid suspicion, but close enough for Linda to connect with the gadget inside. Linda is a hacker, a pro. She does know her work well. She hacks into