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The Mourning Mafia The best man...
“I’m not here for your melodrama, Thompson. You better get up or I’ll shoot this lover boy of yours.” The goon warned.“I’m not her lover boy.” Ashton corrected tired of the scene. On top of that, the day doesn’t seem to end. It was like someone held the knot of the sun and wasn’t allowing it to set.“Now get up.” The man ordered when Simone continued to sit on the floor.Startling them, she got up without creating a ruckus. It was so not her type to surrender in front of the enemies but then what was running in her mind?Her action perplexed even Ashton now. His eyes fixated on her covered face, but he didn't miss that slight smirk forming on the sides of her lips, visible through her scarf.Simone cocked her head to one side; her Iris dancing in merry scrutinizing Ashton's keen gaze on her.She could sense curiosity for her in them, and it only boosted her already Everest size ego."Put the weapon down, Thompson!" The man barked angrily, shifting the position of his gun from Ashton
The Mourning Mafia Strawberry, Butterscotch and Vanilla!
Seconds turned into frightful seven minutes, but Ashton couldn’t move or even debate on what to do. His life hung with that gun in his hand while the judgement rested with the devil sitting on the sofa without a care of the world. Suddenly, the day sucked more than Simone could ever suck. Did he make sense?No! Horribly No. Because not every day he got to hold a weapon in his hand and was asked to press the trigger. But what should he do now?“Dad!!!” As if on cue, his daughter heard his mental plight, she cried for him, and forgetting everything, he threw the gun back on the sofa and rushed towards the room to check on Alisha.He was sure she would be freaking out, while here he was busy wasting his time on a sociopath.He opened the room and immediately pulled his daughter in his arms, who was a crying mess after hearing continuous firing. She buried her head in the crook of his neck, sobbing loudly. Ashton rubbed soothing circles on her back. "It's okay baby. Relax. It's over!"H
The Mourning Mafia Her Depressive Proposal!
Fury! The extent unknown or perhaps it stretched to the entire Vienna, to the heights of Burj Khalifa or Eiffel tower, Ashton didn’t know. All he knew was that he would kill someone if he didn't already smash something.Eyes as red as blood; steps as dangerous as a wounded tiger, he dashed towards his room, to only stop dead in his tracks once he caught the glimpse of his daughter who laid on his bed with a bandaged foot.Her face paler than usual while a frown etched on her forehead conveyed her pain silently to him.His anger on the previous hour’s incident vanished in thin air as once again the lonely father in him took the charge.His eyes reflected that anguish which he never showed to anyone till date; not even to his daughter who was the closest to him after his wife. But today he just wanted to scream at something or someone for putting him in this critical situation when he didn't have to face someone normal.But a Mafia. A girl whose soul was as dark as charcoal; while he do
The Mourning Mafia A Cage for the Mafia!
Ashton had slept off beside Alisha for don’t know how long until his troubled sleep got broke by the furious yelling echoing in his house. Too lost to comprehend anything, he ran outside not wanting Alisha to wake up.As he took his steps towards the staircase, he was shocked to see the time in the big clock of his house that hung on the top wall near the stairs. It was 7 in the evening—that meant he was out for some three hours.Was he that much tired due to the happenings?Once he stood on the middle of the staircase; his eyes bulged out of his sockets as he saw the two people awaiting him, about whom he had completely forgotten.Rex and his great Grandmother Amanda.He looked at the old lady who was ready to beat the shit out of everything and everyone with her cane, while his best friend was trying hard to stop her."Call that stupid grandson of mine, now or else I am actually throwing you out of this house!" The old woman yelled. Rex gulped a lump down his throat."Grand Ma!" Ash
The Mourning Mafia The Enemy in the Frenzy!
Simone Thompson wasn't ever prepared for uncertainty in her emotions. In her dark and secretive life, if something made sense then it was only the fact that she was supposed to know each and everything running around people's head. It was obviously a trait she gained after being involved in this lonely lifestyle where feelings were her enemy.And now everyone would want to know what their enemy is thinking. Isn’t it?With Ashton Walker's the case was slightly different or more like it’s a pack and she’s heading to identify the Alpha, Beta and Luna in their fur form. Huh! The difficulty at its best when someone has zero knowledge about the werewolf clan.It has been thirty-eight hours already since her warning to him, yet she didn't know whether the hard and stoic man would have made any decision regarding her or not.She was supposed to surprise him by the end of forty-eight hours. Unlike her previous deal to him this time she wanted to have the final say, but now as the time rushed f
The Mourning Mafia A Little Intermission!
Late in the night thunder rumbled; the deafening sound didn’t allow Simone to sleep. Not that she slept for longer than three or four hours but that night something about the air wasn’t right that she felt like staying up till late but now that she was up, the restlessness refused to let go off from her bones.And right then, she heard something unlocking outside. Alerted, she sat up straight; pulled her gun from the nightstand, and on her toes walked out of the room to catch the culprit red-handed.She opened her room door slowly, making sure that she doesn’t make a noise and allow the intruder to flee away. There was no possibility anyone could have entered her den now. It must have happened when she was away and since then, the intruder might be pretending to be one of the securities. Or it could have happened when all men summoned at Ashton’s house and he got his way amongst them.And only one person would plan that kind of low move.She didn’t debate on the name, and slowly tip-t
The Mourning Mafia The Ridiculous Proposition!
Ashton halted the car at the secluded area with a smirk as evil as a ghost having his prey as the midnight snack. To conclude that he was impressed would be an understatement because he was more than surprised with the Mafia Girl's sensibility to survive in the city.But it was no longer going to be the same, and he was sure of it.He fetched out his cell phone from the inner pocket of his jacket; dialled the numbers and waited for someone to respond.Finally, after five rings the phone was answered by the sexiest voice he might have ever heard on a phone call.He was sure, she would have been bewildered with his sudden call, but that's the game he has been planning since the moment his mind has decided the course of this devil lady.His preparations weren't any less to get rid of her, but for once he wanted to enjoy being tamed by her until he could destroy her last pieces too. That sounds like a master plan now. Isn’t it?“Thompson, I am surprised that you have forgotten me in forty
The Mourning Mafia A normal girl? Is that legit?
The stupefied look plastered on Simone's face hearing Ashton's proposition was surely worth tons of euros. She never thought that he was going to offer her something out of the context thing but as she took in his serious, yet calculative face, she was sure that he had ulterior motives, capable of turning this wild goose game upside down.He wasn't a man whom she had met a few hours ago; in front of her was a new man who could invite mass destruction.But was he so adamant on destroying her that he didn't even hesitate in changing his ways?"Don't tell me, Simone—a lizard got stuck in a lioness's throat now?" Ashton taunted with pure sarcasm dripping in his tone, sensing her cold eyes look at him with seriously. He was playing badass now, so how can she play all cool when the game was hers and even the stroke was hers? There had been no one for whom she changed her coins and there shall be no one who’d get the satisfaction of having amusement at her expense. Not even Ashton Walker’s.
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