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Anaya I was sitting in the expansive garden that encircled my father’s house. I wanted to absorb as much of the sun’s warmth as possible. The garden has a wonderful atmosphere with gigantic trees and well-kept grass. The air is fresher, and the temperature is pleasant enough for me to close my eyes and just enjoy the weather. The calmness and stillness at this moment are familiar to me. However, the extravagance of being the long-lost daughter of a Mafia don is leaving an indelible mark on my mind. However, I am trying to wrap it up and spend as much time as possible with him before returning to England. I am not sure if it will thrill my father to hear about me returning to England. But I cannot abandon the life that I have built there. I have my house, my studies, and my farm to take care of. For some, it may not seem like much, but for me, it was my life a week ago. Although it took a sharp turn, I also think I am useless here. As I reflected on my sad life, I felt a powerful ga
My Mafia Husband Chapter 10
Nick BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. I took off my earpiece and lowered my rifle on the table. I pushed the lever, causing the sheet of silhouette target paper in front of me to dangle. Bullet holes peppered the black and white target. Fifteen out of fifteen of them were in the bull’s eye. I smirked. I pulled up a freshly drawn target and fired my prestigious M&P 9 M2.0, hitting the target in the head, chest, and crotch. The holy trinity. “Damn,” Ben muttered. I drew another target, laughing. I loved the thrill of shooting. Nothing beats the adrenaline of destroying your target with a perfectly placed shot. The blood, the kill, and the feeling of holding someone’s life in your grasp are all enticing. I shook my head as Ben drew his target. “How many times have I told you to tip your rifle to the left at a 45-degree angle, Ben?” He let out an exaggerated sigh. “Boss, I’m trying. I’m not sure how you got that shot! I’ve been trying it since yesterday. Fuck. I need to shoot an actual target instea
My Mafia Husband Chapter 11
Anaya I finished putting on my navy blue crop top and jeans. With bags under my eyes, a tired face, and a hunched posture, I looked like a zombie. I exhaled and closed my eyes, taking a shaky breath in and out. My father’s weak words from two nights ago echoed in my memory as I sat on the chair near the window. Flashback "My little one, will you give it to me what I ask for?” The inquiry baffled me, but I responded, “Of course, Papa.” I softly smiled as I wiped his tears. "Bambino, I don’t think I’ll last long...” he trailed. “Papa, please don’t say things like that,” I cried."I just got you back in my life. I cannot lose another parent. Please." “Anaya. Sweetheart. They were not your parents,” he coughed. I immediately recognized my mistake and replied, “No, they were not. But you are. Please stay strong. This will pass.” He smiled weakly and said, “I am trying, my little one. But you know there is no guarantee in life. The only thing I want for the rest of my life, however b
My Mafia Husband Chapter 12
Nicolas Ben trailed behind me as Sally led the way to Viler’s medical wing. When Sally told me that Costa wasn’t feeling well, I was perplexed. He sounded well when I spoke with him a few hours ago. Sally was tight-lipped, and all the secrecy bothered me. However, I’m keeping quiet about it for the time being. I need to talk with Viler about it when the time comes. Sally came to a halt and pointed to a door. “He’s inside.” I nodded and knocked on the door. I yanked the door open when I heard a faint ‘come in.’ My attention was drawn away from the individual in the hospital bed and to the one seated next to him. As I looked at Anaya seated with a worn expression and wearing simple attire, I gulped. She tied her hair back in a bun, with a few strands swinging down her elegant neck. She looked lovely. How can she seem so cute even when she’s exhausted? I dismissed my thoughts immediately. This is not a path I want to follow. The only thing at play here is pure sexual desire. I looked
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Anaya I remained frozen and was still fixated on the space that Nicolas had just vacated. I pressed my fingertips against my forehead, where Nicolas had kissed me. He kissed my forehead! Oh, my goodness! Nicolas just kissed me. I felt tingles where Nicolas had put his lips. I stepped into my room after checking on my father, thoughts running through my mind. I finished my nighttime routine and retired to bed. All I could think about was that kiss and my hand reaching that spot. Nicolas is unbelievable. I’m not even sure when sleep engulfed me. It’s been three days since that day. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I groaned. Why am I cringing so much? Ugh! Though he has not returned since that day, my mind kept returning to his kiss. Dr. Jane has finally discharged my father from the hospital wing, and he is currently resting in his room. He is a complete baby about taking precautions for his health. Men! I sighed, stirring the soup I was preparing for my father. My phone rang o
My Mafia Husband Chapter 14
NicolasI came to a halt and lowered the window of my car. When the guards noticed me, they instantly unlocked the gates. I am picking up Anaya for our date. I am confident she will accept the marriage proposal by the end of this date. It is very easy to impress a girl. Just dangle your money and fame in front of them, along with a dash of your sex appeal, and they will fall at your feet.I parked my Bentley Continental GT in Costa’s driveway and tugged the bouquet in my armpit. Sally answered the door when I rang the doorbell. He wore his usual scowl, and I greeted him with the same.“Where is Anaya?” I asked.“I’ll get her; Henry, stay here,” Sally said as he proceeded towards the stairs.Henry guided me into the house, and I surveyed the vintage room filled with expensive paintings and artifacts. The clicking of heels took my attention away from a stunning picture. Anaya was facing the door, and all I could see of her was her back. The view of her ass made me smirk.I approached her
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AnayaI was still in awe of the plane’s elegant interior when we boarded it again. Beige and brown colors illuminated the plane. This made the darker oak woodwork of the tables and storage furniture stand out. The furniture appeared to be hand-crafted with leather, crystal, marquetry, and fine woods.It was equipped with a TV, Wi-Fi, online communication facilities, and even two bedrooms, bathrooms, and a kitchen in the back. It also featured a meeting area, according to Nicolas. This plane had more luxury than my house in England.I quietly took the window seat and strapped myself up. My dread of flying did not help my brain, which was already overloaded. This date was something out of a movie or a dream for some females, but not for me. This date only highlighted how different our worlds are.The moment I saw him in the lobby, I swooned. He looked every bit Adonis in his black suit with a purple casual undershirt. He wore black loafers and his hair looked perfectly styled.Nicolas wa
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Nick After dropping Anaya off, I drove to my mansion. My mind was racing from what she had just told me. Her words struck a chord with me. She barely knew who I was. We didn’t spend much time together, but she saw right through me. I’m still comprehending her words. I wanted to ask her what she meant when she said I wasn’t showing her my real self on the plane. But I could not find the words to do the same. I could see my abrupt behavior change confused her throughout the car ride. I eventually asked her, and her answer made my eyes widen. When all the people in the world saw me as I showed my mask, how could a girl who had known me for only a few days understand my disguise? She was the first person in the world to expose me. I may not have shown her, but when she asked to meet the real me, I was delighted, but now that I think about it, I’m terrified. No one knew the true me, not even my best friend. Everyone perceived me as the rich, snobby, ruthless man whore of a Mafia boss.
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