บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Don's Obsession: บทที่ 271 - บทที่ 280

LucienThey were on the hills keeping watch. The knowledge that Khan was arriving shortly had galvanised them into action. Even the biting cold and the wind that tore into them through their warm layers of clothing, did not seem to matter anymore.Schwartz came towards him, moving in the shadows of the towering trees around them.He had his binoculars and his gun in position. They had brought along their posse of men too.“Boss?” he asked and Lucien turned to look at him. “Aiyana sent a message.”The woman in question was in the apartment, in contact with her FBI friends and a man in the CIA who had passed on the vital information about the proposed meeting.How she had managed to tap into her former resources and get them on board was a mystery to the Mafia Don. He guessed that the US government agencies were also eager to flush out Khan who was beginning to be a huge nuisance.Lucien raised a heavy eyebrow enquiringly.“Something about a shift in the venue,” said Schwartz, His bre

Lucien.They moved slowly as they approached the house, little more than a make-shift shed. Simmons was in contact with Aiyana as she radioed back instructions, her voice not sounding as cool and collected as she watched them through the camera they had fitted.*“Watch out!’ she called and they saw a light move in one of the rooms inside the house.Suddenly, with no warning, a volley of fire came from the house and the bushes surrounding the house. Lucien and his men dived down, crawling in the undergrowth on their stomachs. They took care not to return the fire. They did not want to provide any clue to their whereabouts.Panting, Lucien rolled onto his stomach. His brass knuckle dusters were in his overcoat pocket. It had been difficult, climbing up the hill, loaded with their weapons.But this was one weapon he would not abandon for anything.*He turned his head and met the eyes of his man, Rhyme.Schwartz also nodded as Lucien gesticulated, jerking his chin coldly.The tall man

ProserpinaRachel was a much-loved aunt for the kids and she soon had Claude eating out of her hand too. She and her lover, a sweet woman she had met in Peru, had finally decided to get married later in the year, a Christmas wedding, she said with a wry grimace. Mayra, her lover, had been simple and not as outspoken as Rachel during our video conversations. She was a doctor and they had decided to finally tie the knot. I was thrilled for them.“You had better be there for the wedding, girl, ‘ she warned, fixing me with a stern look.I dimpled.“I shall tell Lucien when he returns,’ I said simply. The twins turned to look at me. They were anxious about their father, no doubt and were longing to know how he was. But one look at my face and they exchanged glances and turned back to Rachel, faces subdued.Guessing the reason for their suddenly mellow expressions, she grabbed Ria’s hand and indicated that they should follow her.‘Come on, you lot!’ she urged, ‘I have something to show you

ProserpinaWhen I returned, there was a mini celebration of sorts.The kids had persuaded Camille to help them to put up a small tent in the garden and were camping on the grounds.I sighed as I saw them; my twins looked so happy. Claude was also with them, whooping and shouting as they ran around the makeshift tent, screaming. Claude pummelled his fists on poor Paddy; I had noticed that he had a tendency to hurt poor Paddy who took it cheerfully, with a goofy grin on his face. On more than one occasion, I had had to intervene and prevent my young son from hurting the child who was autistic and who never retaliated.Of course, the twins stopped him when they saw it but being young kids themselves, they were not going to be vigilant the way I remained.Rachel had gone off to town to meet some acquaintances. She had left a message saying she would be back the next afternoon. She had called me to check if I was alright, to make sure I did not need her with me.*My army of helpers bustle

LucienThe snow was falling heavily now, it was on the way to becoming a blizzard. The only sound was the howling of the wind in the trees, apart, of course, from the sound of Lucien and Dmitri grunting and gasping as they fought to the last.They rolled in the snow, totally oblivious to the extreme, bitter cold, the driving wind, harsh against their cheeks, and the storm pelting them with shards of ice. Lucien felt his hands slipping, wet with snow and blood…his blood and that of the man beneath him, who was struggling to stay alive. He punched the man again, relishing the screams the man was stifling as his cheekbone shattered.And then suddenly, as though from a great distance, he heard Schwartz bellowing frantically.“DELANO!!! Watch out, BOSS!!!”Lucien turned, and saw the boy bearing down on them, the one who had been with Dmitri. He had managed to rear up on his feet and now stood, swaying, clutching a massive rock in his hands. Schwartz was a little way off, his sniper arm use