Semua Bab The Mafia Don's Obsession: Bab 121 - Bab 130

SophieShe stammered, embarrassed,“I…I am sorry…’Schwartz shook his head gently, amused. He sighed. It had been a long day. Tomorrow was going to be even longer. It was the day of the first Fight, the official inauguration of the Club fighting centre. He wanted to get back to his almost empty house and catch a few hours of sleep.And return to the Club again the next morning.It kept him going. This lonely road of his life.Tiredly, he gesticulated at the girl.“Just get in. It’s late. ‘ Turning away, he added,“You won’t get any other transportation either at this time.’As she still hesitated, standing there, immobile, he said in exasperation.“Come on, girl. I want to get to my home too.’It was perhaps the tiredness in the handsome face that made Sophie decide.She nodded and murmured,“Thank you….ummm…Sir.’He nodded and the sleek sedan doors opened. She slipped in hastily. And let out an involuntary sigh of pleasure as she settled into the soft leather.Schwartz got in and she

Lucien Earlier that day Lucien was at the breakfast table, bathed and relaxed. He planned to go into the Club a little later. He wanted to spend time with his children and his woman. These moments were so few and far in between. There were days when he barely saw the kids. When he came in late and could only look at their sleeping forms. Even as he ate, his phone pinged.It was a message from Catalina. Damn the woman, he thought irritably.She had been texting him continuously all night. Sending him raphic pictures of herself with the naked young man as she mounted him, as he f*ckd her , her mouth open in a loud scream...With a disgusted grimace, Lucien had deleted the messages even as she kept sending them. The woman seemed to think that his invitation to her to be his card girl that night was an invitation to re-enter his bed and his life. She had no idea that he was bent on using her for a means, an end.She repulsed him.*When the messages had kept landing on his phone into the

SophieShe had arrived early in the hope of meeting Schwartz. She needed him, needed to tell someone about her sister, seek help for Sondra who was undoubtedly on the run again. Sophie had sent a message through a burner phone on another number her sister had provided on the slip of paper. She had succeeded in buying Sondra enough time to run before Worthington got back to interrogate her again.***But Schwartz was too busy. He was in the basement, she was told when she made enquiries. Handsome James was helping to oversee the last-minute preparations for the Christmas Eve fight which was taking place tonight. The entire Club was humming with activity; Lucien Delano was going to fight and it was not an everyday occurrence!Damn the man thought Sophie, as she walked back along the carpeted corridors, hands in the pockets of her hoodie, brooding.***Although she had signed into the building earlier, she had beseeched her supervisor, Tanvi Shah, a sultry beauty, to give her ten minutes

LucienHe was getting into the mood for the fight. It had always excited him, this rush of adrenalin before a fight. He had given some of his best years to it. He knew he was growing old and was not as agile as he had used to be. Schwartz had glumly pointed it out many times over the past week. But he had wanted to inaugurate the Fight Club at his own Club, his home turf.He also wanted to send a message to Dmitri: Do your worst. I am not afraid of you.He scowled as he thought of Dana/Catalina. The woman had been in his bedroom adjoining his office when he had arrived. He had had to use tact and firmness to throw her out, She had been reeking of sex and he had only felt a wave of revulsion. An image of Proserpina, sweet and fresh smelling had come to him. Her soft, willing body, the shy smile, the way she blushed...He wished she was here beside him. But he knew she loathed such events. He smiled to himself.Tonight, after he had defeated Denizen the Destroyer, he would take his Woman

SophieShe wandered around, a scowl on her face, holding on to the tray that was suspended from around her neck with bright crimson satin ribbons.The high heels hurt her. Sophie’s chosen footwear would have been a pair of flip flops. Obviously, she could not wear them when she was at work. Now she stormed about in her shiny black boots. When anyone signalled her to bring them drinks or some nibbles, she would march over to them, a painted, fake smile on her face.Most of the people did not bother to look at her. Their attention was singularly concentrated upon the action in the Ring.Everything was on the house tonight, the drinks and expensive food. Sophie's lips twisted. The room was packed; burly bouncers stood at the massive doors, restricting the entry of those who wanted to enter for free. The fact that the tickets had been exorbitantly priced had not deterred any of these rich folk. They had descended by the hordes, all giggling women on the arms of wealthy men in suits, looki