The Mafia Don's Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 331 - チャプター 340

ProserpinaI stopped as I saw Lucien. He was at the bottom of the stairs and we stared at each other for a long moment. A bodyguard, big Noah, hovered hesitantly in the shadows, wondering, perhaps, if he should step forward and grab the Boss before he fell down in a drunken heap.My eyes took in the haggard lined face, the craggy features that I still loved, the muscular physique but with slumped shoulders now. I took the last step and he moved, swaying slightly, almost stumbling.Lucien Delano was dead drunk.*Without stopping to think, I reached out and grabbed his arm, my arm going to encircle his waist, propping him up, and steadying him. The familiar musk and spicy lemon smell of my husband engulfed me. And a rush of whiskey-laden breath hit me. I crinkled my nose in disgust. The man was drowning in drink.Suddenly, he pulled me into his embrace. Tight and possessive.I stood still, stiff and unresponsive at first. But my heart yearned to throw my arms around him, for I loved hi

RiaLike a besotted fool, she had rushed to the Club one evening, when she had just turned sixteen. She wanted to tell him that she loved him and wanted him to be her first lover.*Two years ago.Ria glided across the carpeted floor of the Club. She dived into the doorway as she saw Danielle Eton crossing the foyer and heading to the lifts. The last thing she needed was to have Dani see her, she thought, biting her lower lip nervously.She looked at her reflection in the mirror as she dashed across to the corridor that led to the residences of those who worked under her father, Lucien Delano. There were small cottages that had been built over the years and those who were in residence at the Club, related to work, had been allotted these houses. And Ria Delano was definitely heading to meet one particular person who lived there.If her mother got wind of what she was doing, she would be furious, thought Ria, biting her lip again, thinking of Proserpina Delano. No, distraught and disap

NOWRia glared up at him. He had no right to look so handsome, she thought angrily, with his olive skin and slicked back dark hair, molten chocolate eyes and just the right amount of stubble. And the way he carried himself, with a confidence that made other men seem like inconspicuous little mice.PhilippeHe stared down at the young woman whom he was holding lightly and as always, he felt the familiar beat of his heart as it thundered when he was around HER. He loved this beautiful young woman with the flashing grey-blue eyes, the pouting mouth and the heaving full breasts that thrust out firmly under her thin cotton button-down shirt and jacket; she of the gently rounded hips and the dimpling mouth which was now set in a firm line as she glared at him belligerently. The young Mafioso wanted nothing more than to make her his but…She was beyond him.Unattainable.The Mafia Princess. And he was only the future Enforcer of her father’s mob.*That dayThat evening, after she had run aw

ClaudeHe looked up as the trainer, who was helping him approached. Barry Kent was a large man, his dark skin and his pock-marked face along with the fearsome tattoos on his body made him a formidable figure. But he was close to Lucien Delano and had willingly agreed to train Claude. And Claude had lived up to his expectations. Of course, the fact that Claude had been caught in bed with Barry’s chief assistant’s wife, who was easily ten years older than Claude, had annoyed Barry, and the assistant trainer had come close to beating up Claude too. But then, even Barry’s wife had spoken out in support of Claude and apart from a firm warning, he had allowed the younger man to continue.Claude had moved on to other women by then. He took after his father in that. When he looked at someone, the recipient of his dark gaze shivered in fear, for his cold, deep grey-blue eyes fixed in earnest on his prey. They called him the Wolf for when he was sizing up people, it was like a dangerous apprais

ProserpinaMy voice broke as I stared at the floor, unable to see the looks on the faces of my children. Paddy’s fingers tightened as I continued,‘No, it happened a long time ago, the boy…he’s older than Claude, I think but younger than you.’ I looked at the twins, appealing to them.Piers was still holding my hand in his but I could feel the anger coursing through him.He spun around abruptly,“The f*cking old GOAT!’ he shouted and whirling about, went to stand beside the window, his shoulders bunched tightly with the effort of controlling his fury.*I saw Tara turn to Ria and ask in a stage whisper, eyes rounded in shock,‘Is Piers calling Pappa a goat?’I stood up and said my voice trembling with the effort,“Piers. Don’t you DARE speak of your father in that way!’He spun around and burst out.“Mumma, you are …he doesn’t deserve you!’And I saw to my sorrow that my eldest son was almost in tears. He crossed the room and took me in his arms, holding me close, ’Mumma, Mumma, ‘ he