Semua Bab MAFIA RULES: Bab 161 - Bab 170

I grimaced, “My goodness, was there an accident? I hope no one got hurt?” Fires are nasty, I shuddered just thinking about one I saw on the news a few weeks back, another reason I don’t watch the news, it’s full of sad depressing things, and while I feel for the innocent people getting hurt, it’s a lot to take. I paused looking back at Vincent my heart pounds in my chest. “An-and what does that have to do with Niko?” I was just asking about him and Vincent mentioned an explosion my brain began to work ten steps ahead was he-did he- I blinked repeatedly trying to find my voice, I ask slowly “…You think he was there?”No longer trying to smile, Tommy takes my hands, his eyes sharp “We don’t know, he was meant to inspect some shipments-“ His words do nothing to calm my rising anxiety, the floor moves from beneath me, only Tommy's hands on my arms around me or I'd have fallen, my stomach tightens and bile rises in my throat I pull from him “But he’s not answering his phone, you think so

We kiss, my fingers tunneling in his hair, one hand grips the nape of my neck, the other bunches in my dress, pulling upward, he leans fully into me, thrusting his hardness into my belly. My mind finally returns to my body and I pull back slightly, “You are injured, w-we shouldn’t” His hands glide down my throat, the one on my nape combes through my hair, his soft lips place a sweet kiss on my right cheek, then the left, my hands grasp his sides softly, avoiding the bandage so I don't hurt him as he kisses the tip of my nose, a sigh leaves me, eyes falling shut as he kisses my lids then my forehead, his nose dragging over my skin and hair as he pulls me into him until there's not an inch of space between our bodies. “We absolutely should” He coaxed, hands caressing my skin lightly, my body awakens, the fright and upset taking a back seat as heat spreads across my skin, down my belly, settling between my legs. His skin feels so warm beneath my fingertips, and my palms go around his

I squirm against him, said pussy wet and throbbing for him, my nipple two aching points, I lean into him rubbing my breasts against his hard chest to gain some relief. “I know what I want for my reward” “Anything” he swears. Biting my lower lip, breathing in lungs full of his heady scent my eyes lower “You should stay home and take care of me today” When he nods his fingers trailing my dress up my thigh I add “And tomorrow” “Now you’re just being greedy” he chuckled against my neck, shrugging off his shirt, it falls to the floor behind him. The vibrations from his bare chest to mine make me squirm. I chase his lips with my own bringing his palm to my chest, cupping one aching breast with my hand over his, his fingers squeeze me of their own accord, and I gasp in pleasure into his mouth. Throbbing so painfully I feel close to combusting when his fingers find my nipples. His other hand slipping underneath my dress he pushes me against the only bare wall in the closet, “How do you

Today is the funeral and wake of the two men with didn’t make it during the fire. The thought of it takes me back to that night, did I think to ask if anyone was injured, I think I might have but when I saw Niko, I was overcome with relief. But there was. Two men. Willy, a made man in his early twenties and the breadwinner to his single mom and two younger sisters. He had died on the scene. Andrew, married with a son, had been in the intensive care unit for days with third-degree burns, before passing away. I’d heard from Maria that there were three others injured but not as badly as the other men who died. When she mentioned it this morning, I told Niko I wanted to go. After this, I intend to visit the injured in the hospital, and every family involved in the accident. I wear a knee-length black dress, pull my hair back in a low ponytail, and sit at the back of the car with Niko as we drive to the funeral home after leaving the cemetery where the two men have been laid to re

“Here you go,” Niko says holding out an old brown book.Like the mafia rules, there’s nothing written on it, no title, or author's name. not even an abstract design. Just a plain book. At least this one seems to be just an old journal not like the other one Niko described to be bound in human flesh, yuck. The original Mafia rules, not the copy I read but still.I still sniff at it a little. Only smelled old woodsy smell and nothing gross like rotten flesh or skin.And so I flip it open. I blink once, twice at the words written on the first page. “What is this?” I flip through the book seeing more of the same gibberish writing. “Niko…” I hold the book out to him flopping down on the couch beside him.Looking away from his computer, he takes it from me, his eyes smiling as he pops it open between two fingers and reads the words out loud. “Le regole della famiglia.” “It’s written in Italian?” I blink at him. “Yes,” he hands it over going back to his work.“Ah! Come on” I groaned, I s