Mafia’s Contract: Tormented III のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

"To forgive the terrorists is up to God, but to send them to Him is up to me!" Vladimir PutinMELODY POVI was trying. Like really trying with everything inside of me to channel the sweet Laura inside of me, but I was failing. Miserably so.I know Jordan craved to see his wife and mother be on the same page and side of things, but Brittany fuckin Rothschild made all of that impossible. She was such a jinx who flinched even at the breath of a cat. Dogs farted, she flinched, a car honked, she screamed and jumped into the air; or clung herself at me, digging her dirty nails into my skin and my clothes. I know Jordan wanted me to get a little close to his mom, but there was no way I was going to get used to any of this. Brittany was a helpless case, and she was stupid beyond redemption there was nothing I could do. When I was tired of telling her off in the middle of Los Angeles at Fuckin’ 10 on a Sunday morning, I decided to go sit down by a bench and browse through the internet for som

"Nobody can give you freedom; nobody can give you equality or Justice. If you are a man, you take it!" - Malcolm XJORDAN POVI left Melody’s room with a raging hard-on and my blood sizzling hot in my veins. Finally, I was going to wife her. I didn't know what I have been thinking all this time, but I never prepared my heart and soul thoroughly and didn't understand the whole idea of being cuffed. Or maybe I did, but I didn’t really comprehend the depth of it. But as the days rolled by, and more people piled up at the manor, the density of the situation settled onto my shoulders with a depressing weight. But don't think I wasn't any excited, or getting cold feet. No! That didn't describe what I was feeling.This was... No words could possibly measure up the sensation inside of me.I wanted Melody, I wanted her more than I wanted my next breath. And seeing he’d in that little skimpy robe knowing that there were only a few hours left until she became officially mine, fuck… I don’t reme

"You can get a lot further with a smile and a gun than you can with just a smile." - Al Capone.JORDAN POV“Is there anything else?" I asked staring out the screened window of the jet as it soared up above the clouds. The moon was brighter than it was on Earth, and the world above the dense clouds was peaceful. “Not in the moment. But I called Ciello and told him to be on the lookout for things. I will inform you and Signora when we get something. "thick Italian accent dripped down to the speaker of my phone."Send out the emergencies only I don't want any trouble on my honeymoon." I barked, and a soft grunt filled the phone. Besides, I wanted my pregnant wife to have a rest, far away from all the trouble and killing. Call me a dick, but my Mel deserved a break. “Yes, signor.” “And monitor Valero and his minions. We killed his favorite niece and threatened him. He's bound to retaliate soon." I commanded. I wouldn't be surprised if he was already finding ways to overthrow us. Unluck

"I am too grown up to worry about who likes me and dislikes me... Bills gotta. E paid, and I have grown-up shit to do. If you love me, I love you. If you support me, I support you. If you hate me, then fuck you. Life goes on, with or without you." - UNKNOWNMELODY POV The sun had long set when we finally left the bedroom. I was all sore in all the right places, and my body was covered in red angry hickeys from head to toe. Even though Jordan scrubbed me clean under the spraying waters before fuckin’ me all over again against the wet shower wall, I could still catch a whiff of our lovemaking in the air, probably because I was walking in nothing but his dress shirt. I padded down the stairs and rounded the corners into the dining room. Jordan was sitting at the head of the table, with my plate fixed on his right. The setting was probably Laylah’s idea, because if it were the maids in this house, then they would put my seat at the other end of the table which was one thing I could nev

"The loudest one in the room is the weakest one in the room." - Frank LucasMELODY POV"I wouldn't have done that if I were you." Fury was a thick consistency of molten lava coating my veins as I hissed the words. I was fuming... Matter of fact, fuming was not even on the threshold to describe what I was feeling. It was not even close. I was stuck on the cross between the pain that pierced right in my heart and wanting to find Caius and ripping him into shreds before feeding his remains to his excuse of a son. I have never felt such a strong urge to destroy in all my life, to the point where I was trembling. I raised my hand and eyed it, it was shaking, badly, and it couldn't fuckin stop. "I told you, little girl: leave this game because it is not for the faint-hearted. But you didn't listen." The old part rattled in my phone, and I fought the crippling urge to throw the phone into the water and scream. It was his head that was supposed to go down and feed the sharks. Not my phone. A