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Chapter 63: Could This Day Get Any Worse?
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His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 64: You Can't Say A word
That's my trigger, I look back at him and shake my head, purposefully dropping the blade in my hair in an attempt to cause a diversion. It works, both men are momentarily distracted by it and I use the opportunity to drive my elbow right into the ribs of the man on my right. “Fucking, bitch.” he lets go of my hand, and I see Igor running to get the other guy. The man holding me tightens his grip but I swipe his leg off the ground and giggle to myself, dropping the cap off my lipstick. The blade on it is short but sharp enough for me to do damage. I slash the second guy in his thigh when he tries to come at me with a tranquilliser. “Hey, that's not nice.” I frown, ducking under the arm of the third guy and Swifty hooking my leg behind his knee and then dropping him. He falls near to the blade I dropped, we both look at it but I'm quicker, going full split and kicking the blade into my space so I can grab it. He's already running when I get to it and it's only then that I notice
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 63: Could This Day Get Any Worse?
It takes me a lot of restraint to sit through the meeting and wait for some bastards to chew before they speak on their interests, expectations, and a whole lot of nonsense that I don't hear, but I do. The moment the documents are signed, I get my men and go to the concert venue. Dom does accompany me because he's acquainted with the band manager so they let us in. My wife doesn't answer her phone, her men don't either, and the place is too damn bloody noisy and crowded. My ears would be bleeding right now if the music wasn't half decent but it is. Dominic spots his wife on stage, getting serenaded by some prick I assume is the lead singer but he doesn't move, doesn't flinch simply motions towards the stage and says, “At least we found one of them.” No, this shit would not fly with me. If that were my wife being serenaded with her hand in his? This concert would smoothly evolve to a funeral. I see one of Alessandra's guards standing behind her in the crowd, up front where it isn't
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 62: Jealous Husband
And besides, I think I've already fucked up with Enzo he won't let me off. “It's either him or Enzo.” “I can't choose, Luna. Those are two different sides of a hefty coin.” “Baby, Enzo trusts you, that's why he discusses his business in your presence. You might not have his love but you have his trust, and we both know how important it is.” I nod, “But I had father's trust first, he believes in me and you saw how upset he got last time, I might not even get to see you any more if I let him down again.” “I'm here for whatever you need, but if I were you? I'd lie to him as you've been doing to Enzo, even it out because you're going to hate yourself in the end.” “The stylist is waiting, we should go,” I tell her, moving before she can say anything else. I feel trapped, whichever side I pick I'll end up hating on the other end, it's a test of loyalty and I shouldn't be questioning things because I need to stay loyal to my Father, I would be locked up in some prison cell or dead if h
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 61: He Trusts YOU
A few hours later, Luna arrives and we're sitting in my room, and the stylist Gianna recommended is running a little late, but she assured me he works magic in short periods of time so I'm trusting it. Renata called, she said she would be here in like an hour. I'm reading the lyrics of some of the band's greatest hits while Luna sits opposite me. “Sasha, you know these songs, we play them like all the time in our side of the house,” she says, and I do know some but I need to know every lyric or none at all. “Speaking of the revolution, Reina was so mad when father gave me permission and she can't go.” “I was going to take her with us but then I realized that she's still a little too young to be out late, plus it's a school night.” “Yeah,” Luna nods, hopping her head to the music. “How did you even get tickets, you don't like the band Or did you become a secret fan?...” “I potentially could be, but no.” I laugh, “When I heard there were free tickets, I thought of you so I jus
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 60: The Concert
I'm highly focused on the TV when I hear Stormi walk in, “Mrs Valenti,” she sing songs, following with a gasp. “Oh my God.” she gasps, I quickly reach for the remote and pause my she, she appears scared.“You are watching Sixteenth Avenue,” she says, coming further into the room.“You know it?”“I love it,” she beams, “it's a masterpiece. My Mama didn't like me watching it growing up but guess who is old enough to watch it...”“Stormi?” I answer with a laugh. I like how friendly she is, everyone else keeps me at arm's length despite us getting along.Stormi sets my plate down on the table beside me, and motions to the TV. “Can I watch with you?”“No,” I blankly retort, watching her smile fade. “Not until you get yourself a plate too.”Stormi smiles again, “I already ate, so I'm fine.” she says, settling beside me. “Would you like me to run it back?” I ask her, grabbing the remote control again.“No, I ended on this episode last week so it's perfect.” she grins, watching the screen. “
His Docile Mafia Princess Chapter 59: My mama loves you
Alessandra Today I feel fatigued, I slept so much that I didn't have the energy to wake up when Enzo came home last night but I did kiss him goodbye when he left at five in the morning because his grandpa needed to discuss something with him, no doubt about the recent chaos in his territories. My feet come to a halt as I enter the kitchen, noting an unfamiliar face. She's not alone, she's with Camille, the one who takes care of most of the cleaning. “Good morning, ma'am.” Camille quickly adjusts herself, their laughter dying out. “Good morning,” I say, my gaze on the other girl. She's got ripped jeans and a tank top on, her hair is tied up in a messy bun and she looks familiar. “Everything okay?” she asks. “I'm sorry, are you new?” I frown, realizing I'm staring at her. “No, but we haven't met,” she says, coming closer. “I am just filling in for Ma Constantia, my name is Stormi.” “Oh,” it finally clicks to me, that's who she looks like, our Chief of Staff. “I've heard so much
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