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Author: NEHZ
last update Last Updated: 2023-01-13 16:24:55

“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
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  • 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   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   Simone in Village Land

    24 hours later in St. Gilgen’s Village of AustriaIf the ten years had taught a lesson to Simone then it was to not be consumed by the momentary madness and obsession of things and people in general. She wasn’t a normal person though, apprehensively she’d begun to become normal in her veins for the sake of people she left behind, and the man she loved. Being away from Ashton for the last ten years had ended her habit of dramatizing situations for her personal gain. Contrary, it’s given birth to a profound and never-ending concern in her heart that she couldn’t stop but move back and forth in the bunker raking her fingers in her hair; within the gap of a minute, she checked the footage of Alisha’s Mansion again and nothing had changed—the video displaying the exit of the giant mansion, with Ashton leaving the party with a sullen look pasted on his dulling features and even hours later when the guests began to make their way out, he didn’t come inside was halted. His car amiss from the

  • The Mourning Mafia   Reintroduce Thyselves!

    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

  • The Mourning Mafia   Prelude of Volume 2

    The tyre of the Audi R8 blasted midway in whatever the street was named. The shiny vehicle came to a halt and caused Simone to mumble a few incoherent curses; unlike her usual self she didn't banged the wheel with her fist but glared at it. Subconsciously, she's made peace with her past hurricane self, consciously she was struggling to compose herself at the slightest knock of mishap or misdemeanor from passersby or any of her old rivals. The smell of rivalry hasn't left her nostrils, though, she implored herself to recruit in a cycle of calm instead of letting her adrenaline drive her insane. She came with only one intention to find the ploy circulating the city, to unmask the puppeteer leading the show of Ashton's disappearance and probably to rescue her man. He must be in purgatory, and she's about to dwell in it for she knew in her veins that he must be holding her responsible for his latest agony. 'That dude was certainly the one who had more brains than her for he was aware of t

  • The Mourning Mafia   Bonus of Volume 2/ Introduction

    Volume/Book 2: The Stylish Mafia Woman & Her Love The reign of the Mafia period is a never ending riddle or a debacle, no one knows except for the ones who have found themselves clashing with the knights of pandemonium. Such has been Austria's history since Vienna witnessed the power of the most popular women protection racketeer. ***Ten years later, Simone Thompson re-appears in Austria after she hears the rumors of Ashton's disappearance circulating around the city. What follows are huge encounters with her old rivals, suitors and friends; anger squash; toxic modeling chaos and ruthless search party for Ashton Walker. The women protection racketeering is back again for the world got extremely out of hand without the Mafia girl's interference. Will Simone take control of the town and find Ashton amidst the unexpected tragedies looming over the city?

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