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THE MAFIA CHEF Chapter 43
For the next two days, I got the same message, and again and again, I obeyed, but this time, he didn’t come in the morning, not until noon, and by then, I was tired, and I was hungry, and I was done pretending this didn’t bother me. When he finally came in, he barely spared me a glance, just tossed the keys onto the bed like I was furniture, and walked into the bathroom without a word. I stared after him, my heart pounding, not with desire this time, but with something sharper, something restless. I was tired of this. I needed to do something, anything, to remind him I was still here, still real, still burning. So I got up, grabbed the keys, freed myself, and walked straight into the bathroom. He turned at the sound of the door, eyes widening for a second, surprised to see me standing there. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice flat, guarded.“Why do you keep doing this to me?” I asked, voice trembling but fierce, “Why do you ignore me, and then expect me to just obey like a
THE MAFIA CHEF Chapter 42
Gerrard didn’t summon me the next day, or the day after, or the day after that, and a whole week passed.Each day felt heavier than the last, and I didn’t want to be his whore, God knows I didn’t, but this waiting, this silence, this slow humiliation, it felt like drowning with my eyes open, like he wanted me to rot in my own shame.I was still in the house, but I wasn’t allowed to cook, or clean, or even step into the kitchen, and every time I tried to make myself useful, someone stopped me, one of the staff, one of his men, always polite, but always firm.I wasn’t allowed to be alone for too long either, there was always someone nearby, not obvious, but close enough, watching, like I was a prisoner, or maybe just a dangerous stray, not trusted, not wanted.I started to feel like a ghost in this place, floating, useless, forgotten.Then, one night, my phone lit up.Gerrard:Go to my room. Clean up first. Lay on the bed naked and lock one hand to the headboard. Wait for me.I stared a
THE MAFIA CHEF Chapter 41
I spent the following days tending to my father. He was so weak, but peaceful somehow. I bathed him, fed him, adjusted his pillows when the pain became too much. I memorized the way his hand felt in mine, how his chest rose and fell. I tried not to cry in front of him. In between moments, I listened to the whispers from the few guards who remained. The raid had been brutal. They’d lost many men. Bruno’s kingdom had been reduced to ash, Thaddeus, Bruno, all their loyalists… dead. I felt relieved to hear that. I learned Gerrard had been nearly shot. It was Victor who stepped in, took a bullet that tore into his arm. Gerrard barely came out alive. And now, he was handing over the criminal part of his empire to Magnus. He wasn’t around much and part of me understood, but another part of me knew he was avoiding me. I was deep in thought when the door opened and the doctors stepped in. I quickly wiped my eyes, sitting upright. “How’s your father today?” one of them asked kindly. “He
THE MAFIA CHEF Chapter 40
They came for me early the next morning. I was barely awake, I was curled on the mattress like some fragile thing, my bones were sore from days of stillness. I didn’t fight when they opened the door. I didn’t ask where we were going. I didn’t have the strength to care. They didn’t speak to me, just motioned for me to move, and I did, dragging my feet through the halls of that silent house until we stepped outside. We drove for hours, through narrow, winding roads, past forests that thickened into endless green. No landmarks, no signs, just trees. Tall, cold, and watching. Eventually, we stopped. The place was hidden deep in the woods, it was remote and surrounded by silence. A large, fenced property, private, empty. Like a ghost house carved out of nowhere. Inside, the walls were bare, the air was cold, and I was locked in again.--- Days passed, I lost track of how many. There was no clock, no sunlight except for what crept through the narrow window high above. I paced someti
THE MAFIA CHEF Chapter 39
I didn’t know how long I’d been in the room, time blurred in the cold silence, there were no windows, no clocks, just the dull ache in my body from sleeping on tile and the weight of waiting.I kept asking for Gerrard, begging for him, but he never came.The guards brought food I couldn’t eat. Just silence and fear.Until the door finally opened. I looked up, weak and sore, and when I saw Victor, my heart clenched.He stepped in with that same cold precision, shutting the door behind him. He pulled out the chair across from me and sat like this was just another meeting.He placed a thick folder on the table, creased, worn, and heavy, like it held the weight of my sins.Then he looked at me. “Do you want to tell me the truth, or should I walk you through what we already know?”I didn’t speak, my throat burned, my voice was gone. “Alright,” he said, flipping the folder open. He pulled out a photo, blurry, grainy, but clear enough. Murphy, dragging Gilmore’s body. And me, standing th
THE MAFIA CHEF Chapter 38
It was just after dawn when I got up. Gerrard was still asleep beside me, his arm draped across my waist, his breathing slow and peaceful. I slid out of bed, every step I took felt like betrayal. I wrapped myself in my robe and walked barefoot down the hallway, each board creaking under my weight like it knew what I was doing. I stepped quietly into the garden. The air was cool and damp, and everything around me was still. Most of the staff hadn’t woken up yet. Gerrard’s security guards were changing shifts. The cameras weren’t watching this part of the garden for the next few minutes, Murphy had made sure of it.He was already there, kneeling by the roses, pretending to check the plants. He had gloves on and a pair of shears in his hand. Pretending to work. He didn’t look up when I walked by.“Morning,” he said in a low voice. “Sleep well?”“What do you think?” I muttered, barely moving my lips.Murphy dropped a cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his boot. “I’ve got news. Ge
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