Lahat ng Kabanata ng Last Mafia In Los Bahamas : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The day ends and the dreary night begins. Already, it was now approaching days and still there was no sign of her anywhere around the neighborhood of Herbiscus in its entirety. Now, Broderick was so concerned about the fact that he might go bankrupt should he continued with his stay in the Hotel Herbiscus. Just the few couple of days he had spent there and he could guess that his account was overdrawn beyond half the amount of money in it. He had to check out in other to go and book a less expensive hotel right in the other side of town; the seemingly ghetto area down the street off the highway, where he could afford it's bill at ease. Though had many worries already before now, yet he was not afraid to do as he pleased in this unfamiliar territory; and each noon day, after a nap he did take it upon himself to stand in the balcony with pleasure to watch the large crowds of people that are trooping in and out of the city garden park - anchor hood. And especially in the evening, that pu

They looked down at the entrance when Freya first noticed something suspicious on the doorknob. The scene enlarged; the windows open with the curtains hanging out on it. Though Broderick didn't care to notice that since he was kinda keen to meet his father. She also thought it most prudent to come home with him; even though she appeared a little bit puzzled and uncomfortable, another accidental meeting with one of the hunting gang was possible, and, in her present state, would be dangerous. Apparently, he seemed to be tempted by every thing and swayed by half a word, probably judging from what might happen again if he wasn't considered to be a prodigal son before Natasha and the lady Freya. A spontaneous smile emerged and soon faded away when Freya went to the door hastily for amusement, dropping off the luggage by the door post. - Much could not be hoped from the traffic of even the busiest time of her life. - Both of them giggling and acting like a weirdo. Could it be a happy endin

Busy and angry as Mr Murphy was, however, the lonely father was yet able to shew a most happy countenance on seeing his son again, with such a beautiful young lady standing beside him. Perhaps, it worth the risk if nothing else matters to him about this Freya. He chuckled softly as though he couldn't dare to show any signs of animosity towards them; he contrived that she should be seated next to him; and was sufficiently employed in looking out the best gingerbread that he'd baked to entertain them. Soon both father and son got separated from each other deliberately. Mr Murphy actually want to know more about this young lady by all possible means. She perfectly agreed with him; and after walking together so long, and thinking so much alike, Freya felt herself so well acquainted with him, that in no time she could hardly believe it to be only their first meeting. He was not exactly what she had expected; less of the man of the world in some of his notions, less of the spoiled kin

The old house of Mr Murphy could be probably safe after the attack which actually led to the death of Natasha, but they didn't bother to go back there anymore. Freya was obviously afraid of the place, which was reason enough. Besides, it was vaguely possible that Joker and Casanova had already know that place and they must have positioned some of the hunting gang as watchdogs around the corner. The dealership owner had also told them their names. The half hour after the murder of Natasha had been a trying times when everything happened too quickly and it was as if life was still flashing before the eyes of Mr Murphy; even the memory of that fateful evening remained bright in some parts and hazy in others, and it was indeed possible that those killers haven't completely finished their mission. Of course, they will definitely come back until they get what they want. This killers are running a check from time to time around the neighborhood. Broderick have to get something very importan

Six months later. Now the evil days have been completely put off. It was a dawning of a new beginning as a new chapter has barely opened in Freya's family. Apparently, it was easy to decide that she was the perfect match for Broderick; just as they simply waited for that big celebration of love, when they shall be joined in holy matrimony. The good sense of Mr Murphy and Mrs Whitley could not actually oppose such a beautiful decision, although, at first their feelings did. The affection of both families, the warm attachment and reception of Mrs Whitley in particular, was no doubt another relief which had made nearly every thing possible for Freya to easily get along with her spouse; she found that his visit hitherto had given her mom only good ideas of him. The main door flanked open, Mrs Whitley stepped inside smiling at her daughter excitedly. She gently slammed the door and turned the key before settling down next to her, "Freya, " she called, "Do you know that your brother and I