Chapter Thirty- One “There’s no way I can avoid it?” “No ma’am.” “What if you told them I was sick instead?” “They’ll think you’re weak.” “I am weak.” “Then you need to do a better job concealing so,” Sheila murmured as she ushered her madam into her silk robe, “These woman are like vipers Mrs Maldov. They’ll spite, bite, chew and spit you out like garbage. You need to show them you’re not to be trampled with.” It was a scary thought, meeting with the wives of other bosses in the mafia was bound to send an innocent woman like herself spiraling. Her fear knew no bounds. She took a deep breath, “You’re really sure I have to do this?” “You’re part of the mafia now Mrs Maldov. Whether you like it or not.” Olivia stared at the platinum card in her hands and back at Sheila, a devious idea popped into her head which made her smile, “So you’re saying I can do whatever I want with this?” Sheila, understanding the signal
Chapter Thirty Charles Camden was gone. Vanished into thin air, from his holding in Michigan. Alex, unaware of this dashing plot placed his trust on his men, and after getting into Jude Bedlam’s head only did he find out the truth about Charles Camden’s escape. Apparently he was in New Mexico, working with a powerful group whose identity remained unknown at the moment. He almost went into a tirade last night, wanting to unleash the brunt of his rage on Jude Bedlam and Gianni. Lucky for them, he was a man who knew how to remain calm even in the face of adversity. Morning came and he yawned loudly, turning around to Olivia sleeping soundly next to him. He propped his head with one arm, hoping to stare for more than a minute before she wake up. God she was even more beautiful when she slept, he thought, who would’ve known the father of the woman next to him was causing so much turmoil. It was worth it at the end of the day, brushing a stray strand of hair from her
Chapter Twenty-Nine “Shall we?” Olivia turned around sharply to her husband standing right behind her. She couldn’t quite place her finger on it, but there was something uncanny about his demeanor. “Where have you been?” Alex’s brow perked up in question, a lewd smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, “Did you miss me?” “Over my dead body.” He was silent, too quiet for her taste. She could feel her stomach churning from his intense stare towards her, like she was the cause of a plague or something, “Stop looking at me like that.” “Why?” He asked as he took her hands in his, bringing it to his lips where he placed a soft kiss inside her palm, “My wife is the most beautiful woman in the room, and I want to sleep with her.” Olivia yanked her hands away from his grasp in annoyance, of course he was crude and less tact with his words. She could sense something afoot, with his abrupt disappearance and now his return w
Chapter Twenty-Eight Silence, nothing but utmost silence welcomed Alex after he asked the question. Typical, he thought. They were brave when it came to throwing sublininals against him, now they acted like the frail cowards they were thinking he wouldn’t attend the party tonight. Jokes on them, he thought, he was about to put on the best show of his life. “You know I’ve always protected what belongs to me,” He muttered signaling the waiter for another round of scotch by dangling his empty glass in the air, “I go about my business and I make my profits, all without bothering anybody. Sad to see I can’t say the same for the rest of you.” Signaling Marco, the other henchmen who were strategically placed in all corner of the rooms as bodyguards started to close in on the group. Jude Bedlam glanced around, eyes sporadically everywhere as he searched for his men who were conveniently nowhere to be found in the room. He was trapped. Alex smirked, Jude’s frantic
Chapter Twenty-Seven The room was filled with members of prominent mafia families, Olivia presumed. They were all dressed in the finest attires and bit of silks, with all the men wearing pristine tailored tuxedos and the women adorned with jewelry complimenting their evening gowns. She could hear the sound of clinking glasses and polite laughter, different from the ambience she expected. They looked like normal people, humans in the upper echelon of society and yet despite the polished facade, she could easily smell the undercurrent of power struggles and hidden agenda. The mafia families were known for their ruthlessness, she didn’t think they were that real but she heard stories. Tonight’s elegant event was just a ruse, a thinly veiled attempt to mask the true nature of their business. Olivia wasn’t the smartest woman on the planet but she could see through the sheer vanity immediately. “Here,” Alex handed her a glass of champagne and leaned closer
Chapter Twenty-Six ‘“THE DANCE OF THE THREE WOLVES’” Alex stared at the gold inscribed letters on the velvet box brought to him by Marco the morning right after he was shot for the last time. It was clearly an invitation to spike him, a dare if one must say, too much of a leer coincidence right after he was shot after a bust deal with his manufacturers. The three wolves represented the three most powerful mafia families in the underground—The Maldovs, The Giannis and The Bedlams. Three different families and three different turfs, with the Maldov family garnering the widest cut of the territory….that until someone decided to poke the bear and mess with his shipment, making an offer to his suppliers and getting a bullet stuck in his body. Once in every four months, an event is hosted by the a member of the three wolves household, as a sort of truce or peacemaker to ease the tensions between the three strong underground conglomerates. This however, was an