All Chapters of The Mafia Emperor: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I got up hearing his robotic voice. I smiled and curved onto my back. I felt uncomfortable. Gradually, I opened my eyes. Confusion engulfed me. Why was the roof seeming so low? Why were the walls covered with white clothes? I rubbed my eyes and stared around me. All I could see was the same white cloth covering me from all sides. "I want the blueprint ready before last evening." Duante! I heard him say, "Fix the meeting with engineers." Another order. Oh! No! He's attending his meeting. Why didn't I notice it? He would kill me? No! Not kill. He'll beat me in a way that won't hurt the baby but me. A shiver slithered down my spine. "Tom, I want you to inspect the site again and I need more details on marketing." Duante said. Only his voice was booming in the room. Tom. He always sits on the right or left chair next to the head chair. I crawled on my knees and hands. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was frightened of getting caught. My hand w

EVELEEN'S POV I stared at the door and he didn't come yet. I shouldn't bother about him. I haven't seen him since yesterday. Strange, his trusted men are guarding the house. He must have taken my threat seriously. Good! He should. "Where are they?" I asked. I was missing them. Tom was busy with his laptop, "Mini and Rose?" He looked at me over the laptop. I nodded, "I'm just asking. You must be missing your wife." "That's mean. You don't miss your friends." He smirked. "They aren't my friends." I blurted exasperatedly. I was still upset with them. He chuckled, "Your face is telling something else, Evie," He moved his index finger in a circle in front of my face. I slapped his finger away. He chuckled more, "I'm going for a walk. Alone." I rolled my eyes. There are a lot of guards. I could never be alone. No matter how hard I try. "Don't go so far." He said as I was a kid. His gaze tu

I saw him through the corners of my eyes. My heart was beating in my chest. I peeled my attention from my husband and gazed at Rocky with astonishment, "Who taught you fruity-tooty?" I asked. The name didn't seem to be given by an expert cook but by a child. "My sister," He said. He always masked his face with cruelty or no expression. I felt a ping of sadness in my chest. I was a little mischievous girl for my brother. I always do something naughty to bring a smile to his face and ask him to give me cookies from the shelves. He was tall. He made me my favorite cheese sandwich. I stopped eating them after his death "My brother..." I choked but halted, "When I was a kid. My brother was tall, he helped me with cookies to bring them down from the high shelf." I smiled. Rocky looked at me for a sec and nodded his head. I looked away to hide my tears but my gaze locked with his amber eyes. The lock of his jaw explained he still hated the tears in my eye

DUANTE'S POV I could turn the day into night for her. The sky was overcast with dark clouds. Helping me to gain what I aimed for. One of the cold days of New York. The whole manor was under artificial fog. It wouldn't last long. I covered her with a warm blanket. She was delicate as a flower and needed a lot of care. My trusted men surrounded me, loaded guns in their hands. I wouldn't let this happen again. Our steps were making no noise as we quickened them. I reached my office. Tom stepped forward and placed his hand on the black display. The screen lit up green, giving us access to pass. Only I and Tom are familiar with these secret paths. Eve has access to these secret passages, underground floors. Mini can enter the secret passages but she isn't allowed out until one of us grants it. She isn't strong, brave and tough like Eve. Rocky glanced down at his wrist, "Fog would have cleared." He said. Aakash stared down at the

I beamed at him ear to ear. His memory has been restored. I'm offended he hid it from me. But I had done this too in the past. We're a family. We care for each other. But we hardly use words to express ourselves. My husband is at the top of the list. He rarely explains what he feels. I always consider him a strong personality. He is. There's no doubt but he also gets tired of everything. His phone began to ring, breaking the spell. I pulled my head back gazing up at him. He was already scowling at the display. His look said it was not something he was expecting. When he didn't answer the call, his phone beeped. Footfalls echoed in the glass house. With his clenched jaw, he got on his feet, taking me along with him. I stepped back, my hands still curled around his shoulders. Abruptly, my heart began to pound in my chest. I could feel something bad coming. But I couldn't spoil the moment by bringing it out of my mouth. "Boss," Drake