Lahat ng Kabanata ng Stolen by the Mafia King: Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

[Juliette’s POV]Papa was already at the dining area when I arrived. Immediately, I rushed to his side and knelt beside his wheelchair. ‘Good morning, Papa, did you sleep well?’ I checked his face for any signs of upset. There was none. With his usual smile, his hand patted the back of my head as his old voice said, ‘I’ve slept for months, my child.’ Guilt exploded inside me. Staring at his face, I can’t help chastising myself for asking the stupid question. And that smile widened comfortingly. ‘Surprisingly, it was the best sleep I’ve had.’ ‘W-Was it? That’s good! I was afraid that you might—-.’ ‘Die in my sleep?’ he asked, in a testing tone, those hawk eyes evaluating my face. Bafflement hardened my features. ‘I-Is that what Doctor Rose said?’ I whispered, half worried that he would, the other half fearing for my baby’s life. And a weak, old hand patted mine as a light chuckle slipped into the air, finally loosening the tension. ‘I was jesting. Doctor Rose said that I’ll onl

[Juliette’s POV]‘R-Ralph, what are you doing here?’ The heat of joy and relief swarmed in. What do I do? I want to hug him. I want to kiss him. I want to tell him that I lied. I had no idea of Papa’s plan. I was only putting up an act at the police station so Papa wouldn’t make things worse.I want to tell him about our baby. Large hands grabbed my shoulders, squeezing them like the iron cuffs that were once around my heels. ‘Is that all an act… or do you really mean it?’ His deep voice growled with pain.But there was also a pleading tone. A willingness to forgive me, should I choose the former. ‘H-Have you been drinking?’ My hand lifted slightly, wanting to reach out and feel that bristled jaw, to comfort him. But my fingers acted wisely, curling up into a tight ball, as though they sensed something. ‘ANSWER ME,’ he hissed, rage shooting from his red-rimmed eyes, a bull’s eye through my chest. Abruptly, he shut his eyes and did a mental count. When he opened them again, they s

[Juliette’s POV]“They were Don Ralph’s projects?” asked Janet, her eyes widened in disbelief as I leafed through the report. “Perhaps, they weren’t good enough?” I read through Papa’s notes and chuckled dryly inside. Not that they weren’t good enough. Ralph’s projects were going to reap profits that were twice as much as Lux Corp’s current investments. If these projects weren’t approved by Ralph, they wouldn’t be off the list. But I can’t say all this to Janet. The tightness in my chest warned me. So I smiled and agreed. “What does a Virtus know about business.” A thoughtful pause later, I purposefully added, “But they could get us twice the profits. I wonder if it would be a good thing to pass them up.”“Shall we counter propose to the Chairman?” “I better draw up the projections. God knows what that Virtus fraud did to the records.” Ignoring Janet’s second display of disbelief and surprise at my remarks, I added, “In fact, I better look through all the financial records right

[Mickey’s POV]After what seemed like an eternity of cries and grunts of pain from his men, Mickey finally found himself surrounded by a sea of bodies heaving hardly like marathon runners.Ralph Virtus had knocked them all out like a fucking pinball. Swiftly, the Devil grabbed him by the collar and dragged him across the ground once more. This time, all alone with his defences completely numbed, for the first time in many years, Mickey felt fear. Raw fear. He kicked and screamed, cursed and swore. It seemed to work. Ralph Virtus disappeared. And then—SPLASH!Ice cold water pierced through his skin like a thousand needles, and he howled in pure pain. The Devil cast the container away and squatted before his spurting self. ‘I’ll let you continue your little operation here in my hood—.’ Mickey spat at that sickeningly handsome face and screamed in a crazy high pitch, “FUCK YOU!! THIS PLACE IS M—-!” His hand slammed hard against the concrete—he could almost hear a crack in his sk

[Juliette’s POV]‘Papa, you wanted to see me?’ I strode into the Chairman’s office, luxuriously decorated with the finest mahogany. Without looking up, he muttered, ‘Yes. Sit.’ As soon as I sat, my mind completely on the time, worried that I might miss the meeting with the tech company from one of Ralph’s projects, a file was thrown in front of me and a disappointing sigh punched my chest. ‘You’re meeting Sound Proof?’ Papa threw his glasses on the desk. ‘Yes. In thirty minutes.’ ‘Cancel it.’ He took another file, moving on to the next order of businessNot again. I took a deep breath to steady my irritation and asked, ‘Why?’ The hand paused midair and then retracted, and a hard look lifted at me. What did you just say to me? Those eyes demanded. ‘It’s not nice to cancel on someone after you’ve given them your word. So I want to know why—.’ ‘Am I not good enough a reason?’ He snapped, his face unable to hide his discontentment. But I had enough of this. Though shaking inside