Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Eyes That Watched (A Mafia Thriller): Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

He stared at her in annoyance and a mixture of relief. What the hell was she thinking of being distracted the way she was. She could have gotten hit, just the thought of it unsettled him. This same girl he could’ve watched a man rape with a smirk on his face. This same girl he could no longer imagine his life without. He wanted her. Needed her. And that truck with the bastard behind it could’ve taken her away from him. "Here, drink this." He handed a cup of liquid to her— the same mixture of herbs he’d given to her the first day she was here. "It’s the same from that day. It’ll help you relax." When she still didn’t make a move to collect it, he sighed, kept it on the table in front of her, and began to

The landing was the most smooth Elena ever had. She took in large gulps of air in relief that they were finally on the ground. She'd always hate flying. She waited for instruction from him or a head nudge, all he did was unbuckle himself and strode past her. From the other segment, she knew his men in black stayed, the man that had held the door open for her walked out. "Ma'am, you may get down. I'll show you." He gestured for her to follow behind him. She wasn't in a place in her life to be awed, but she couldn't stop herself. It was beautiful. As soon as she'd stepped down from the jet, she struggled to keep her mouth from falling open in awe. The

Minutes after he was gone and she took a shower then dressed in a blue mid-thigh length short and a black polo —which a caramel-skinned woman had brought and that surprisingly fitted her. She sat on the bed, tired and at the same time irritated. Laying in the same bed the psycho was the last thing she needed. It was his bed. No, as inviting as it was, she didn’t so lay on it. But she knew she’d have to. After all the clothes she’d on was probably one of his companions or sisters. Everything boiled down to him, he was the reason she was in this in the first place.The knock came when her lids had already started to fall. Startled, she sprung up to her feet as the door opened, relaxing a bit when his redhead sister appeared. "Hey, I was wondering if you were hung

Looking at her from the corner of his eyes as he drove, he smiled at the smug look she had on. No doubt he loved her as she was his mate, but he also liked her. At the funeral, she didn’t even try to feign sympathy and he admired that. It baffled him how naive and scared she was about his blackmail. Was she so scared of having the world know she killed a man in what was self-defense that she’d succumbed to blackmail without any evidence of what he’d seen? Then he remembered he didn’t blackmail her to come halfway across the world with him, he forced her here, for her safety but it still wastes her choice. Gregory thought it was amusing how she hadn’t even known what he had against her. The evidence still laid under the bed where she slept every day since she arrived in Italy. He kept it there for the fun of what it was, her laying on what her

When she still didn’t answer, the door opened to reveal Thomas ushering two women in. He looked at her in acknowledgment. Nodding, his lips placed in a tight line and for the first time, Elena noticed his good looks. He couldn’t have been over his middle twenties, with tanned skin and black hair that shone. "Miss. I’m sorry for barging in, but you wouldn’t answer. Mai and Liyah are here to help you get dressed. Excuse me," the last part was muttered before he went out, closing the door behind him. "Hey, I’m Mia," the brunette introduced."And I’m Liyah," the redhead placed her hands on her chest and they looked too naïved to Elena. "We’ve wor