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CHAPTER 10: {unity}
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THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 11:{my body Is your}
{Mac Allister}" Mother, come with me " I held my mother's arm gently as we discreetly make our way toward the tiny exit, evading the prying eyes of the gathered mafia bosses. Their scrutinizing gazes followed us, their curiosity piqued by our sudden departure. I couldn't help but notice Rocco's lingering stare, a mix of intrigue and perhaps something more sinister.I stood there, anger coursing through my veins, as my mother attempted to justify her decision. Her words echoed in my mind, mingling with the weight of responsibility that had been thrust upon me. The alliance through marriage, the intertwining of our family with the Tommy family, had been orchestrated without my consent, without even consulting me."Why don't you consult me to know my willingness?" I exclaimed, my voice tinged with frustration and resentment. The notion of my desires and wishes being disregarded was a bitter pill to swallow. I had always been taught that loyalty and unity were paramount, but to be exc
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 12:{last kiss}
{Mac Allister}I slowly opened my eyes. As I stretched and yawned, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Jacinda, still peacefully nestled within the soft embrace of the blanket. Her naked form radiated beauty and vulnerability, a sight that never failed to stir a sense of awe within me.Leaning closer, I brushed my lips against her forehead, savoring the warmth that emanated from her skin. A tender kiss, filled with unspoken affection and a promise of a shared future. I wanted to linger at that moment, to memorize the delicate curve of her lips and the way her eyelashes gently fluttered against her cheeks.With a sigh, I rose from the bed and made my way to the wardrobe. I opted for a simple attire—a pair of shorts and a comfortable singlet—embracing the freedom and casualness of the morning. As I dressed, my mind wandered, reflecting on the complexity of the choices that lay before me.Leaving Jacinda to her peaceful slumber, I leaned over to press a gentle kiss on her lips. It was
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP: 13{escape plan}
{Mac Allister}I stood there at the altar, my gaze fixed upon Jacinda and Tommy (who was been pushed in his Ash colored wheelchair) approaching me. A knot tightened in my stomach. The weight of the moment was palpable, heightened by the realization that the priest standing beside me was none other than Krystallo, the infamous mafia priest known for his merciless acts.My eyes inadvertently drifted towards the cross-shaped tattoo, intertwined with a viper, adorning Krystallo's neck. The intricate design served as a chilling reminder of the countless lives he had taken and the blood that stained his hands. It was a symbol of power and ruthlessness, one that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals.I stood there, my eyes fixed upon Tommy in his wheelchair, and a surge of mixed emotions welled up within me. Seeing him pull out a cigarette and begin smoking, an act that symbolized defiance and a rebellious spirit, added an unexpected layer of complexity to the mome
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE {The gift}
{Abebi} I strolled through the familiar paths of the Allister compound, accompanied by my dear friend Chiara. A rare opportunity for lighthearted conversation arose. The sun's warm rays enveloped us, and a gentle breeze whispered through the trees, creating a serene atmosphere that eased the weight on my shoulders."Congratulations," Chiara exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. I glanced at her, curiosity etched on my face. "On what?" I questioned, a hint of uncertainty lacing my words.Chiara's mischievous grin grew wider as she relished the moment, preparing to share her news. "You're the new right-hand woman to Mac Allister," she said, her voice brimming with admiration. A faint smile tugged at the corners of my lips, though skepticism tempered my joy. "Oh, it's temporary," I explained, a tinge of resignation seeping into my tone. "I know Madame Beatrice will reassure her position once she regains consciousness."Chiara's expression softened, and a flicker of concern s
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 15:{ preparedness}
{Abebi}I told nobody about Mac Allister buying me a phone. Even my friend Chiara was not aware. I personally made it my little secret.It was the early hours of the morning, and a sense of anticipation lingered in the air as I picked up the cell phone gifted to me by Mac Allister. With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, I turned it on, eager to connect with my brother, whom I had lost contact with for far too long.But as I attempted to enter his number, a wave of despair washed over me. I couldn't recall the digits; they had slipped from my memory like grains of sand through clenched fingers. Frantically searching my mind for a solution, I realized I had written his number down in my diary. However, in my distress, the diary seemed to have vanished, adding another layer of frustration to my already troubled state.I crumpled to the floor, overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness. Tears streamed down my face as I contemplated the dire consequences of my predicament. Mac Allister
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 16: { five kings}
{Abebi}I watched as Mac Allister walked past us, his piercing gaze sweeping over me, Isabella, Chiara, and Aurora as we diligently arranged the food on the table. His presence commanded attention, and I could feel a slight unease settle within me."I haven't seen Bianca," Mac Allister remarked, his voice filled with suspicion. I quickly responded, offering an explanation. "She went to retrieve something from her room," I replied, my voice maintaining a level of confidence.However, Mac Allister's intuition seemed to kick in, sensing that I was not being entirely truthful. His sharp perception cut through the air. "Are you sure? Did Bianca disobey your orders?" he inquired, his gaze fixed upon me. I could sense the tension building in the room.At that moment, Chiara, ever loyal and quick-witted, came to my rescue. "Yes, she openly defied her orders in front of all of us," Chiara interjected, her voice unwavering as she supported me. Her words held weight, and I knew that honesty w
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 17:{ His consigliere}
{Mac Allister}It is both good news to me as well as bad news to me that my mum has been awake. I know I am the one she will want to see immediately. I could not leave my dons to meet her. If not the rumour of me being a mama boy would spray, I have yet to declare Abebi to them as my right-hand woman and consigliere.Abebi approached me. I gestured for her to come closer. The atmosphere in the room was filled with a sense of restlessness, and I understood the Dons' desire for some entertainment to lighten the mood. Fico's comment about the lack of entertainment resonated with me, as I realized we had been immersed in business discussions and negotiations for quite some time.Emes chimed in, emphasizing the allure of the women from Enna and their reputation for beauty and charm. His words echoed the sentiments of the other Dons, who sought to experience the pleasures that our establishment offered.In response to their requests, I turned to Abebi, placing the responsibility on her to f
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 18:{Rejected consigliere}
{Mac Allister}The next morning :I lay there on my bed, still in a state of undress, Madame Beatrice stormed into my room, her anger palpable. "How dare you choose a new consigliere without my consent?""You even invited Fico, Clementine and the other Dons, excluding Tommy.""Why are you creating more enemies for us?" She sat beside me on my bed.Her words cut through the silence, accusing me of choosing a new consigliere without her consent and disregarding the acknowledgement of Tommy and the other Dons.I sat up, my defences rising instinctively. "We don't need to rely solely on Tommy for our business dealings," I countered, trying to justify my decisions. "We have our resources and relationships with the other Dons. We are neighbours, after all."Madame Beatrice scoffed, her disappointment evident. "You are creating unnecessary enemies for us," she retorted, her voice filled with a mix of concern and frustration. She stood up from the bed, her presence commanding and formidable
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