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Chapter 42: Night Terrors; Morning Steam
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His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 106: Shot
That comment earns him a gunshot to the leg, or more accurately a graze because the bullet does not entirely hit him. “Call me a bitch one more time,” she nos at him, adjusting his gun. “I dare you.” “Bit-” I lunge at him before he can get the full words out, and now we're both punching each other, tussling while Sasha screams at me to stop. Sang-Yeon used to be a worthy opponent but then he joined the cowards in the shadows of betrayal, and he's hiding behind a gun like a scared little boy. “My wife is off limits,” I tell him, punching him in the face repeatedly. “Not so much since I already touched her,” he laughs. My ears ring and a newfound rage seeps into my bones, my mind spiralling with the possibilities. “You what?” “He's lying,” I hear Sasha say. “He never touched me. Please stop, forget him, we have to get out of here, they're going to kill you.” I pause, shoving Sang-Yeon away as I turn to look at her. “You knew?” Her face pales and she nods, “I— just…leave
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 105: Drop the gun
“They’re going to kill him soon, Please help me tell him, get him out of there Ale, he’s going to die! Please, Ale, please—” “Okay,” he says firmly, his tone shifting into command. “Okay, calm down. I’m going to call security and Enzo. Just breathe, Ale.” he tells me, and then the line goes dead. He says to breathe but I can't, my chest aches with each breath that I take knowing I've possibly helped them take his away. I keep trying to call his phone, over and over again, ignoring the rapid flood of texts coming in from Sofia. SOFIA: What’s going on? SOFIA: Are you okay? SOFIA: Why are you ending my calls??? Hello, Sasha?! SOFIA: Everyone is worried, can you say something, or just send that thumbs up emoji you like so much… I don't respond to her, I'm too busy trying to find Enzo, watching my calls go unanswered as the photo beside his name blurs and blurs until I realise it’s because I’m crying. My stomach is twists so violently that I think I might throw up, “Ser
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 104: They're going to kill him!
“She's kidding,” Gianna says, playfully smacking her shoulder. “I wanted it so that I could be related to Gia,” she sighs. And I relax at that, I was ready to blacklist her. I know that my husband is very attractive but it still doesn't stop this feeling of wanting to kill every woman that so much as touches him wrong. “Same,” Sofia sighs. “Only to become legal sisters with my soul sister.” “That's sweet,” I smile, genuinely smile, their friend group is utterly wholesome. They love each other just like blood siblings and perhaps more. “Except Renata, she didn't want to be Mrs Valenti or Moretti, or anything, all she wanted was Dominic.” Eva mocks. “They're so cute,” Emerson swoons. “It's a shame his brothers are annoying or I would have married one.” “Are you ready to order?” That voice comes from behind me, I turn to find a waitress smiling warmly at us. Eva goes first, she orders pasta, and everyone else orders their usuals but having not come out with them as often, I
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 103: Don Romano’s Call
Alessandra This morning, Enzo decided he was actually going to work outside the house but he got caught up in the gym with me. I've put on a little extra weight from all the sweets that Renata has been feeding me and now that I know she's pregnant, it makes sense that she's so into sweets. She's usually the kind to freak out about what she puts in her body but the pregnancy is apparently a free pass. I would have loved for Renata to join us today but she says she can't be around that much chaos, someone is bound to notice that she's pregnant and she doesn't want anyone to know yet. I'm very honoured that she picked me as one of the first ones to know, I never get picked first for anything outside of the job. I am on my way to lunch with Gianna, Vittoria, Eva, Emerson and Sofia when my phone begins to ring, I reach for it and Father's name flashes on the screen. My heart begins to pound as I slide it to answer. “Father,” I answer, clearing my throat. “Hello my dear,” he says
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 102: Flirtatious
“Bruised Hope,” I lie, I plan on going somewhere I can find some bad men who deserve to get their lives ended, and I know exactly where to find them. “You're in no position to be running up and down with a bunch of children, sit down,” he says, his eyes still on his laptop. And I do. I sit my ass down like a toddler who was just scolded by her dad, and it’s only because I feel a wave of nausea hit me, hard. “Ty vlastnyy.” (You’re controlling.) I hiss, purposefully switching to Russian. “Ty lyubish’, kogda ya vlastnyy.” (You love it when I’m controlling.) Enzo retorts, and I click my tongue. I forget I’m not the only one who speaks over twenty languages. “Tol’ko kogda ty menya trakhaesh’.” (Only when I’m getting fucked.) I argue. “A ne kogda ya pytayus’ snyat’ napryazhenie.” (And not while I’m trying to relieve tension.) “Khochesh’, chtoby ya tebya trakhnul?” (Would you like to be fucked?) I pause—his Russian has an accent, but he speaks it better than my father, who ha
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 101: Still Sick
Alessandra I woke up sick today, probably from all that sobbing last night. I thought the part of me that was prone to tears was cauterised a long time ago, but it's like being near Enzo makes me emotional in every sense. I think he broke me and it's not the kind of breaking that I’m used to. Like that of bones shattering beneath a blow, or the look on a man’s face just before I end him. That kind of breaking is easy, I can handle it, it's clean and Predictable, everything that whatever this is isn't. I'm slowly turning into something I don't recognise, I wasn't like this, I didn’t ache when someone looked away from me too long. I didn’t care where anyone went, or whether their voice sounded tired, or whether they still reached for me in their sleep but now I get bothered when I turn at night and Enzi isn't holding me. I used to laugh at women who lost themselves in men, I never thought I'd be one of them. It’s pathetic. Hell, I’m pathetic too. I was trained to kill with my
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