Semua Bab Mafia King: Bab 11 - Bab 20

 “Did you not get the hint, coglione?!” A growl made me jump off my spot. “Dante!” I called as soon as I turned and faced him. “Scram! Or I’ll fucking cut off your tongue.” Dante threatened my newly found friend. I could feel William’s fear, sweat glistening on his forehead. “Dante! What are you doing threatening him like that?” Dante only glowered at me. “Ah. See you around, Hailynn.” Dante almost lunged at him before he scurried away. My hand was pressed against his hard chest, careful not to let him go after William. I looked around and noticed that people are looking at us. 

 “Exactly! I can’t sit at home knowing there’ll be someone itching to have a night with you. You’re mine, amore. Mine! No stronzo is going to take you away from me.”  Somehow our faces managed to get closer and closer. I can see the emotions swirled in his clear eyes. My retort was meant to be a sarcastic joke. I didn’t think he felt that way.  My eyes were wide staring at him still in disbelief. Dante looked away and sighed. He took his liquor and gulped it down in one go. He signaled the bartender to add another one.  While I was frozen in shock. “Don’t stare at me like that, amore.” He didn’t look at me while speaking but he f

 “You know I used to have parents who really loved me.” She slurred indicating she was already drunk. Her eyes were hooded but it made her look sexier. I only stared at her, listening to her story as I asked her how she became an orphan.  She looked so beautiful tonight. When I saw her in that short tight dress, I knew I needed to keep an eye on her. She was just too stunning to be out of my sight so I stalked her tonight for all the wrong reasons she assumed.  “I was twelve when my mom left for New York. She had a seminar here. Something about inspiring artists who followed their dreams. My mom was American and didn’t have a good relationship with her family. They belittled her talent but she was brave enough to go to France and pursue her dreams. She met my father there. Thus my French

 2 months later “It looks good.”  I commented as I eyed the whole architecture of the club. I just had a tour of the place. It was nearly done and just the finishing touches left.  “Thank you for trusting us, Mr. Di Angelo.” Jason Myers, who I trusted to handle the construction of my club, offered his hand. I reached for it and shook his hand. “I am impressed with the services and the quality of your work. Mr. Ranallo suggested a really great company for me to trust with the construction of my club. I admit I very much like it." “It’s an honor, Mr. Di Angelo. I think by next week we're done wi

 “You ready?” I lost count how many times she didn’t answer me or just simply ignore me. My own house and I feel like I didn’t even exist here when she never really looks my way. I felt like a ghost who’s haunting her. She walked past me and I followed her. She stopped when she didn’t know which car I’d bring so I walked ahead and led her to a simple family car. I opened the car door for her and she immediately went in as if I was a mere butler working here. I sighed deeply. I was already on edge. I don’t think I could take it anymore. I wanna get mad, get all aggressive towards her just like I usually do to her. I reveled in the power I used to have when she’s scared or nervous of me. And then I thought of h