Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's Wanted Desires.: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

ASHLEY.My lips were quirked in amusement as I twirled around in my chair, watching Drake, who was standing by the projector, presenting his idea to everyone in the conference room while Aurelia constantly chipped in her suggestions. On a normal day, I would have cut her off and told her to hold her tongue but there was something about their banters that I found so cute. They were both my editors but the way they were always at each other's neck was fascinating. I chuckled, clicking my pen."It's just pure logic, Mrs. Gray. We have seen what these people read and the best bet would be to recruit writers who are experts in the Genre that people love to read," Drake's eyes were solely fixed on me, watching my every move. I smirked, leaning into my chair and nodding at him to go on."Nope, that won't work." The brunette, who was so relaxed in her seat interjected him. Aurelia had always been an exotic beauty and she owned it proudly. She flipped her purplish hair over her shoulder, tu

JAXONThe moment the jet landed, I put my phone aside, tucking it in my pocket. I turned to my side, chuckling at the sight of Peach, who was curled into a ball beneath the wool body cover. She was fast asleep already. She wouldn't stop bugging me about where we were heading to and at some point, I wanted to give in because of how cute she was, but I stood my ground. I reached for her face, tucking her hair behind her ear and my breath got caught in my throat for a moment. She looked so peaceful while asleep. Too good to be true, even. Her pale rosy skin was glowing, void of any ounce of blemish. Her reddish lips were curled in a tiny pout, cute sounds eluding them now and then as she stirred in her sleep. The strands of her brown hair that were sticking out in different directions framed her face, highlighting the fine contrast they made with her skin. I have been married to this woman for months now and every passing day, when she wakes up in my arms, it still feels so unreal to h

ASHLEY.I turned in my sleep, snuggling into Arden's body and allowing his warmth to cocoon me. The smell of his body wash wafted into my nose and I felt nausea hit me immediately. Bile rose to my throat and I tried to pry myself out of his strong hold. The more I took time to get out of his arms, the overwhelming the urge to throw up became.When I finally freed myself from his grip, I bolted off the bed, dashing right into the bathroom. I uncovered the lid of the water closet, puking my dinner out. I groaned, massaging my temples. I spat out the remnants of the vomit into the closet and closed the lid, dropping to the floor with a thud. I suddenly felt so weak and light-headed. It felt like I had just puked my intestines out. I made sure to stay close to the closet and got everything out of my system before I got up and flushed it. I sauntered over to the sink, rinsing off my mouth and face. I took a quick look at my reflection, furrowing my brows. I looked alright. If I were sick

JAXONI knew my wife was crazy, but not this crazy. Heck, I didn't know she was a crazy driver. It was always me doing the driving whenever we had somewhere to go. But today, I saw a side of her that I didn't even know existed.Peach drove like she couldn't care less about breaking rules. She drove like she couldn't bring herself to give a fuck about what other people thought. The traffic held every vehicle in a literal chokehold but my wife swerved past the cars like a professional driver, screaming at the top of her lungs.Her scream matched her excitement and it fuelled me in a way that consumed me with delight. My mouth was nearly stretching to the back of my head, due to how hard I was grinning.The strands of her hair that weren't tucked properly into her bun were sticking in different directions because of the open roof that had been pulled backwards.I didn't make any attempt to caution her. I was fascinated by her recklessness. I didn't want a Queen who adhered to rules, I w

ASHLEY"Hello, Ash."That voice…That dark, nerve-wracking voice, dripping with an unnerving amount of sinister. A chilly eeriness that froze up the blood that coursed through my veins.At first, memories of him were reduced to fragments, but as the days went by, it became hard to piece his face together and then, it was just suppressed, crumbled to dust afterwards. Like he never existed.But those two words, were like an abrupt jolt in my memory, poking at the segment that housed the thought of him and they came barrelling towards me in waves. They consumed me, messed with my emotions and tossed them around the place. They were so overwhelming. The flashes of the last fight that transpired between us, occupied every inch of my thoughts. It felt like I was reliving a nightmare. All over again. Each jolt to memory was more potent than the last."Are you fucking someone else?"No, no, no, I don't want to go down that memory lane. It was so triggering. Everything about his voice was so