All Chapters of Chosen By The Mafia: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

91LanaMorningIt was a pleasant day to begin my start with. I couldn’t believe I slept for eight hours straight. It happened thrice in the last four years otherwise there had never been any night where I ever slept peacefully beside Armando without having sex. That used to irritate me sometimes. I used to miss peace mornings and today, I got one and I wished the time could stop right here for a while so that I could enjoy the feeling longer. But your husband is held as a captive here with slaughtering intent. There. There went my peace. This single thought sucked up all restfulness I had in me a few seconds ago. I shouldn’t be enjoying peace here, my purpose to be present here was to help Armando escape from here and shut Claire’s intentions down. Forever. But she trusts you. So what? It wouldn’t change my mind. She hurt me, my kids, and now that she had my husband caged and being tortured for God knew how long. I shouldn’t have been feeling calm here, this place was a ‘never’ for

93Lana“Nathan,” I was left open-mouthed. My mind fuzzed up, leaving me to endure a mind-numbing feeling. I was consumed by a dilemma, not knowing if it was the same Nathan who was the very first love of my life or the man my husband killed just to save me. I still remember the day Nathan was shot before our eyes, Claire was there too; but too weak to take any action. Yet this day, she had it all together. But how? How did he survive all along? I saw him stoned to death. The Nathan-like-man took a step ahead, hands in his pockets as usual, his shoulders wearing confidence proudly, leaving me gulping hard. He got closer to me, shadowing my frame, towering almost above me. I raised my eyes to meet the 6’4 without moving my head. My chest was moving continuously and the fact he was staring at it palpitated my heart. His eyes roamed up, stoning at my face. I wanted to run away, too fast, without looking behind. I felt his finger ascending just to shut my opened mouth. His finger laid

95Lana“Then, I can even make you have dozens of kids containing your blood just now,” Nathan stated fearlessly. I blinked twice as his words sank in my stomach, each word containing tons of heavy metals that felt like ripping through each ounce of my soul.Making babies appeared to be a joke to him. How could he mock something sacred so efficiently? He wasn’t like this before. I remembered him as someone gentle and considerate yet now, he was portrayed to be cold and selfish. “I don’t want to believe in my ears, speak something real, Nathan,” I replied, foggily. “Do my face tell you I'm joking to you, Lana? If children are the only reason that’s bonding you with that generational motherfucker, then I shall eliminate the root cause and set you free,” I wanted to believe that it was Nathan speaking with such a grudge but somewhere my heart denied. His awful mindset was making him loathe myself for falling for him once. Maybe God saved me from an absolute devil through a qualified de

97LanaNathan caught me faking my sleep. I had my eyes closed when he came near and sat beside me on the bed. He didn’t do anything for ten minutes, just quietly sat there and admired me from afar—that’s only what I could get with my eyes closed. But later, I felt his thumb striking with my cheek that ascended inside the blanket and he ended up scooping his hand inside my panties, rubbing my core and wetting me. When he slid a finger in me, I moaned and my eyes wide-opened. I gawked at him with astonished eyes. “What the heck, Nathan, leave me for God’s sake,” I huffed, disapproving his touch in between my moan and got his hand out of my pants, for a fact I hated reacting to his touch so intensely, that makes him full of himself a little more every time. He honestly knew all the perfect spots—but this time his perfection wasn’t my main focus. It was basically the fact that I had a phone and key hidden in my socks that churned my stomach for bad.“I was checking if you were still hot

99LanaPhew. Thank God I successfully got control of the situation before I could finally be thrown to the bed and lost my chance for a dinner outside of this room. It had been fifteen minutes since leaving the house. I was sitting on the passenger seat beside Nathan who was driving his posh Lamborghini. It was the smooth black ride up in the mountains and the view I was having all the while was completely mesmerising. The street lights and the moonlight seemed like having a competition to glorify the route for me tonight. I would’ve enjoyed this moment even more if Nathan would be in his casket like he should’ve rather than driving the car like my man. I sighed at this thought. The pleasant feeling in my chest faded away with realisation of Nathan’s presence. I couldn’t just swallow the thought that I used to die for this man once, I even prayed to see him again when I had affection for him. But the very affection died when Armando started becoming a man of my dreams. He deliberat