Lahat ng Kabanata ng Consumed by the Mafia: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Vivian POVAmy and I arrived home and the first thing I did was change out of my heels. I hadn't worn them for so long in months and my feet were killing me. Amy also changed into sweatpants and t-shirt like me. We were becoming bums around the house with not much to do."Greg is here. Amy go with Mario somewhere." Niko ordered the second he walked in our room. Amy clutched to my side shaking. She was terrified of Niko."Hey, it's ok. Mario will protect you. I only need a little bit, just to make sure everything is ok." I looked at her sweetly hoping she calmed down."Are you sure you're ok? I don't want to lose you too." She sniffled back tears.I bent down hugging her. "I'm fine munchkin and the Doctor is going to make sure I stay that way. Why don't you grab a snack with Mario from Russel? He made fresh brownies for dessert since you did so good with school today.""He makes fresh brownies every day for me." She smiled."He does and it's because he adores you. Go get some while they

Vivian POVThe way he cared for me had my body melting little by little. He made sure Amy was happy and safe then brought me upstairs to spoil me. This was the man I saw peek through his walls and the man I wanted. I knew it was temporary though. He was the Capo and had responsibility that didn't include me.I planned to leave in a week so just for today I let my walls down too. I could enjoy him while I had him. I could give myself good memories to hold on to for our son. He broke my heart yet filled me in a way I never knew existed."Get in here, beast!" I ordered him and his eyebrows perked up. He took off his shirt as he stood then started unbuckling his pants. He has been wearing more jeans and T-shirts lately. I like seeing him a little more relaxed at home."Are you giving me an order Viv?" He teased as he slid his pants and boxer down slowly. God his body was curved in pure perfection."Yes, and you better behave." I bit my lip, raking my eyes over every muscle upon muscle his

Vivian POVOnce we left that bedroom, I closed my heart. Niko made it clear I would never be anything other than his Mistress and that meant my child would be his bastard. He was getting a better life than that. All week Niko was attentive and never once raised his voice. He was trying to show me a life that could work here. I knew the reality though. Niko was acting out of fear of me leaving, whether it be by death, running away, or him letting me go. I knew there was no reason I needed to stay here. The threat was gone. Niko kept me here for himself. We both knew he was a selfish man.I went to work memorizing the turns and street names Mario took. In the office I watched everyone learning their routines. The accounting department took a long coffee break at 10 every day. I sparked a conversation with a young man and caught his password. It wasn't hard to memorize, 223344. Once I had all the pieces, I decided I would leave from the house. Paul took us to the south border of the prop

Vivian POVAmy and I made it on the bus just in time. I got to my apartment thankful it was untouched and my hidden key was still in a flower pot. Amy looked at me strangely as I dug through the dirt but it seemed like the best place to put it. I quickly got my ID and a few of my belongings.There was a picture by my bed of Tommy and me. His deep blue eyes looked at me like he was inside the frame watching over me. His large arms wrapped around my stomach and we smiled happily in the courtyard of our campus. My mind floated back to that day, remembering how we laughed all afternoon together. Paul joined us and he was the one to take the picture. I had one other frame with Tommy, Paul, and Danny. I never did get to see Danny again. He had a family so I was thankful he was left out of my drama. I couldn't let my mind wander to what punishment Niko was giving Paul for losing me. I turned the photos down then left this life for good. It was over and I would never have it again. Too much

Vivian POVIt had been a little over three weeks and I was starting to feel like we were going to be ok. Amy and I started making friends, had school and work, and my aunt was softening to us some. She was still withdrawn and had plenty of backhanded comments to me, but I think she was enjoying a child in the house. She even seemed to be getting excited about my baby. The other day she showed me a room that had a small cove added to it. She thought it would be perfect for myself and a nursery for the baby. She suggested Amy take the room across from me and had a few ideas about color and themes. Amy was of course going to be pink, like the little princess she was, and for my baby boy, she thought planes would be appropriate. For the first time she spoke about my father. Filling me in about his passion to fly. I never knew he had a pilot's license before. He even had his own little plane that we took small family trips to remote islands too. I couldn't remember any of them though. It