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Prelude of Volume 2
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Five years, few months LaterThe glorious night of the Walker’s masquerade ball descended again. This time though the chaos reigned in the now renowned Alisha Mansion under the regime of the fashion designer in making and the new founder of The Great Glacier, Alisha Walkers. Ten years ago, she was nothing but a child who needed protection from the wild sabotage of Simone Thompson. That day when she went around assigning tasks, flipping her hair, scrolling through her tab for the last minute preparations, Ashton noticed the traits of his deceased exes, and latched onto the hand-rest of the sofa. The biological mother’s shadow haunted her sharp features while the woman they missed swept inside her. Stuck, they were in a loop to detach from the one who’d never return. The fallen Mafia owned his and his daughter’s heart and it would seem like they were the living embodiment of her fading existence from Vienna. “Slow down, Al. The party’s not running away,” he chided, casting a side glance
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The Mourning Mafia Prisoner of the Past!
‘Dead-beat! Is it what they call the state of unconsciousness when nothing makes sense except for knowing that the body is failing its owner?’ Ashton mused; his eyelids moving slower than any creature he’s known to exist in their time at that precise tick-tock of the giant clock hung above the ‘wall of rifles’ facing the darkened room of the people who’d captured him the night of the Masquerade Ball. He scooped up in a corner latching to the wall, rugged at the middle and the edges; his energy dissipated thinly to the ground which was swiping away from the left to the right in the fluctuating orangish-yellow-blue lights. Often, the huge sphere above the bars would ring red and a flurry of men would come marching inside pushing through the rifle wall. From short to tall, to heavily bearded to clean shaven, they would surround him pointing their evenly browed eyes at him and sending out a message as clear as a silent grave that he was to sit mute without a movement or he couldn't even
The Mourning Mafia A Mind Curling Flashback
A day Later in Simone’s Bunker Moving away from the cottage she’d initially started to live in wasn’t Simone’s plan but there had been an attack of insects around the area. The land and water had been infected to the point that if she didn’t relocate to another place of safety then she might have died before time due to drinking the poisonous water or the small killer insects hiding in the bushes might’ve bitten her when they orchestrated their attacks in the middle of night. To say that she was a killing machine, the idea of dying at the mercy of those voiceless predators made her scrunch her nose in disgust and roll her oceanic eyes in repugnance. Jonas had found this bunker a few miles from their cottage; it was only a hollowed compartment going down the terrain which accommodated four people and had a good supply of air. ‘Cabin, cottage, bunker, it’s all the same to her,’ Simone had admitted while unloading their stuff from the van three years ago. As she packed her bags and re
The Mourning Mafia Introduction
Volume/Book 1: The Stylish Mafia Girl & Her MuseMafia men have been the trend of town for ages; their dominance over the world resembles a ghost ruling the graveyard—driven by that statement when exceptionally beautiful female Simone Thompson—the ruling Mafia of Austria vows to change the belief, then destruction is accompanied by terror, action, and the everlasting love to kill for adventure. She’s hungry for revenge and her thirst wouldn’t quench until she will have her way with the one who is the sole reason for her destruction. But here’s a thing that despite being adapted to her stubborn, ruthless, and dangerous lifestyle, when she sees the Top Hollywood Model and the biggest Hotelier of Austria, Ashton Walkers, her hearts want him. She wants to extract the revenge by making him as the bait fighting the overpowering attraction, she feels for him. Will her stubborn nature bring her close to her muse? Or will her self-destructive path make her lose the only man she has set her ey
The Mourning Mafia Prelude of Volume 1
Styled in a pure black outfit with a velvet scarf wrapped around her face, clanking her five-inch stilettos on the tiled floor, she entered the premises of the Great Glacier Hotel. The bodyguards in black followed her with big rifles in their hands. As she passed the corridor, the blonde receptionist stood up petrified and so did the customers, checking in and out of the hotel. Every eye glued on the 5 feet 11 inches tall girl who walked with extreme dynamism around her screaming power, dominance and authority. Except for her brown caramel eyes and rosy pink lips nothing was in view but still one can immediately recognize the beauty she was. "Board Room??" She queried in her soft and powerful tone. With two words, she scared the female sitting behind the huge counter. Her eyes were ready to fall of the sockets as she received the stubborn glares from the women security standing behind her latest fear. She looked for help but everyone stood rooted to their spots including the hotel
The Mourning Mafia The Return of the Mafia!
The sky was as shady as water; amidst the white and blue blankets of clouds, emerged out the gray machine. The blades rotated at a faster rate making an ear-penetrating noise. With each passing second, the noise got louder as the machine descended on the white helipad. The area was being guarded by thirty-armed people, out of which ten were tall, lean, smart and sturdy females while rest of the army consisted of the men who didn't hesitated in putting a bullet across the head of anyone messing with their master. Once the helicopter finally touched the ground the glass doors slid open to the left side, as immediately the pilot along with another guard came out to help the person making their grand presence.The pilot forwarded his hand, and the gloved hand was kept in his palms as the person forwarded their one foot ahead on the staircase, and then the tall figure jumped down the metallic staircase."Welcome back to Vienna, Ma'am!" The chorus voices of all the security guards echoed a
The Mourning Mafia The Hunk of Hollywood!
Earlier in The Morning...Rubbing his eyes, a tall man in his late twenty's grabbed a glass of juice on his way lying on the stand nearby his bed. He sipped the sweet drink, but as the taste didn't impress his taste buds, he kept the glass back on its earlier position. Still, in his half-awake form, he pulled out his vest revealing his perfectly sculpted and well-maintained body; totally justifying the title he carried with himself.Tossing the vest in the corner of the room, he entered the white floored room which smelled of his expensive cologne which he used the previous night before going to his bed. The smell hit his perfect nose whilst his pink thin lips twitched from one side to another in amusement.Opening the white curtains, he stepped in the shower area. Removing his remaining garments, he turned on the knob as the cold water hit his perfect body.He ran his manicured fingers in his damp hairs for several times and then shaking his head for an umpteenth time, he stretched
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