Semua Bab The Mafia Don's Obsession: Bab 91 - Bab 100

"Darlin' why did you choose that gown for the poor child?' Grace half scolded Daniella who was puffing away on a cigar again. 'She looks like she hates it!' Danielle shot a look at Lucien and said nothing. "Grace,’ I whispered softly, shifting uncomfortably in the soft armchair, ' I wanted to use the washroom...could you come with me?' Danielle frowned and looked at Lucien. "Boss, hey Boss!' she said raising her voice a little. When Lucien turned his cold look on her, she snapped, 'Proserpina here wants to pee.'Lucien's eyes bored into me, searching. I lowered my head like a truant kid but he stepped closer and asked, his rasping voice tinged with concern, as his eyes skimmed over me. “ Do you want to leave now, woman?’The hard features had softened and I felt a warm feeling spread over me. But I was exhausted and in no mood to be placated. My back hurt, my feet were killing me and all I wanted was to get back home and curl into bed and sleep. With my lover's big body shielding me.

Proserpina I was aware of the commotion in the hall as we approached, the way the guards seemed to be on alert, hurrying us along. But the spectacle unfolding before us brought me up short. It made me stop breathing for a few minutes. Lucien was beating up a guest, brutally, viciously. I had never seen this side of my husband although I was aware of his violent nature.Now I watched, open-mouthed, one hand protectively laid on my stomach, the other on Grace’s arm for support. He was thrashing the man, mercilessly. As the man tried to get onto his knees, I saw his suit: Ramos? Lucien kicked him in the ribs and hit him, uncaring that he had the guests watching in undisguised glee, like vultures. I felt sick. Schwartz rushed forward, murmuring something about the Boss and his aggressiveness and making a scene for no reason like an uncivilized thug.But I could not pull my eyes away from Lucien. He looked massive and frightening and I began to tremble. He kicked the man at his feet last

The ManHe stood, watching as the party unfolded. He hated the way Lucien could not take his eyes off that Woman. But the Don seemed to be following her with his eyes, protectively, caring, concerned.The Man scowled.She was heavy with child, no great beauty, he thought disdainfully. And the Boss was besotted in his old age.But the other men in the room seemed to drink her in with their eyes.Her sensuous movements, even now, were like bait. Attracting men to her. He felt sorry for that fool Ramos. He had been openly lecherous and had paid the price for his folly.***He hated her.Had hated Proserpina Martinez, the little nobody, from the first time he had met her.A simpleton, he had thought when he first met her, all starry-eyed and in love with a man who was older than her. A fool. Wait for a while, Lucien will get over her, like the other women they had used. The three of them, together.But it had not happened that way.The affair had gone on for months.Then she had run away.

Proserpina Shark fell to the ground, the shot having hit him dead in the center of the forehead. But I did not care to look at him, all my attention was on Lucien as he collapsed, the gun falling from his hands as he collapsed onto the floor, ashen-faced.I tried to rise but it was too much for me; hopelessly, sobbing his name aloud, I crawled to him.The blood from his wounds was flowing freely now and ina second, my hands as I cradled his poor head, were wet and sticky.Delirious with sorrow, I crooned,“Lucien, my love, no, don’t you DARE leave me.’His eyelids fluttered but remained shut.***There was a sudden burst of noise and Schwartz raced into the room, followed by the wingmen. Someone was yelling but I was only aware of Schwartz as he gently prised my hands away from Lucien.‘Hey, hey there,' he said tenderly, lifting me to my feet.“NO!’ I screamed, refusing to let go of my lover. And clutching at his shirt with my bloodied hands, I screamed,“That …that monster shot him,

ProserpinaDuring the following weeks, I refrained from visiting Lucien at the hospital. I had had enough of his blow hot, blow cold behaviour. We had been together in a near-death situation, and all he could do was treat me like this? Sorry, but I was done.The kids visited him every day, but I invented excuses not to go.*There was also the matter of my work. I was scaling new heights, and the Professor was proud of me, he declared. The University had agreed to fund an extension, so I was gung-ho about launching out on a different phase as well. With Baby Claude and my academic work, I made sure that I did not have time to mope over my Mafia Don, who seemed to be playing some childish game.For one thing, I had a new assistant, a cheerful young man of Chinese origin, whose parents had settled in the US before he was born. He proved to be a great help in organising the details regarding our new set-up. Alex Wu was intelligent and witty. He often came over to help me as I also had my