Taming the Ruthless Mafia Boss

Basil brought Irish to his Condo Unit where he's staying. When they got there, two of his men are waiting for them holding their luggage bags. It's Alex and Cufer. Basil drags her to his room and throws her in the bed. Irish gave him a death glare for the dragging her the whole time. He throws a white floral dress to her. "Change your clothes." He said as he eased the necktie of his suit. Irish glared at him, "I'm not coming with you Mr.—whatever is your name. We're not married!" she snorted and take-off her ring. "Put it back," he ordered. She laughed sarcastic, "I don't want to. Here's your ring!" She throws it to him. "I'm out." She stood up and about to walk when Basil held her arm tightly. Their eyes met. "You'll do what I say whether you like it or not. You are already my wife," he said pressing her arm. "O-ouch, its hurt!" she said in pain trying to release her arm to him. He released her. "Are you wearing back your ring or I will cut off your fingers? You choose, love."

Irish is running and the woods. She can hear the different sounds of the animals there—and the footsteps that are chasing here. She needs to get out of there. She needs to—she suddenly screamed when a roar of gun shots endeavor the woods. The crows suddenly flew away because of the disturbance. "Help! Please someone help me!" She screamed for help but there's no sound coming out from her mouth. She wants to stop running because of tiredness. But she needs to run away to save her life. She doesn't want to die—but it's a dead end for her. She's almost running in the woods for almost three hours and she can't feel her foot. It became numb. She cried when she stumbled by a rock. Irish tried to run but it seems it was an unlucky night that her feet broke off. She didn't run again and cried in the middle of darkness in the woods. "I can hear you crying love." She bitted her lower lips and sobbed silently. She can feel it, he's nearby her. She stopped when she felt the cold head of his D

Irish is wondering why Basil suddenly gone again. She ate alone in the long table eating all the food that served to her. Della didn't really join her even she had been forced by Irish. She really will eat after her together with the men who are guarding the mansion. Tonight, Irish is now ready to read the folder to answer her question about him. It's already 8:00 in the evening and Basil is not yet home. He's still in the underground monitoring his men time to time if they are doing the packing right. "Okay. I will find the answer here to my question. So, where should I start?" she asked staring the folders. Irish starts opening the folder and it's only contained five papers that are stapled together. Even she didn't read it; it seemed she has already an idea what are the papers about. She let out a sighed first before started to read it. She swallowed reading the 'Basil Costellanos Zafeiriou Case' and it has a red stamp nearby Basil's picture. He's wearing an orange clothes and he

Iioan Monaco was playing chess alone in her room when his right hand came inside. He stopped in what he's doing and faced her."Why are you here?" he asked."Boss the courier of Basil Zafeiriou just delivered the Narcotics. It's already outside," she replied."I didn't expect he will deliver it early." He stood up. "Let's check it out."Iioan leads the way while walking with his righthand in the back. As they got downstairs, Iioan smirked seeing the five boxes he been waiting. Cufer just left a second ago and he is still in his place driving out the van."Open it," Iioan ordered.His men immediately get a knife and start opening one of the boxes."What is in the inside? Is it my Narcotics?" Iioan asked."Bo-boss it's a bomb."Their eyes winded and they immediately run away from the boxes. It has three seconds left and as they run in the inside the bomb explode. The five boxes of Narcotics Iioan is expecting contained a bomb and he clinched his hand as he saw the Mansion in half damage

Seven thirty o'clock in the morning, Basil and Irish were taking their breakfast in the table. Subsequently witnessing how ruthless Basil the pregnant woman, the goose bumps never made her sleep last night. If he doesn't feel conscience, she is the one who felt it for him. He killed two lives and it's unjustifiable. Basil cleared his throat after noticing her silence, "Is there a problem?" he asked. "What is your problem?" she throws the question back to him. "I had a lot of problems, love. I don't want you to be involved," he said mildly. "I saw you yesterday. Yo-you killed a pregnant woman and she is not the one you killed, also the innocent child she is baring!" Basil stopped. "You don't know anything. Don't start a conversation as if you know everything." "You think you know what you're doing when you lost out of control?" she questioned him. He glared at him. "What do you care anyway? Why are you acting like you care about me?" Irish stopped for a second of moment giving