Alle Kapitel von The Mafia Don's Obsession: Kapitel 371 – Kapitel 380

ProserpinaI rose to my feet shakily, with Lucien gripping my arms to support me, holding me to his sweat-dampened chest. I smiled up at him, licking my lips lasciviously and dimpled widely as I saw the lust in his glazed grey eyes which narrowed dangerously. My lips, I knew, were plump and swollen from my frantic sucking of his large member, but I wanted to tease him further and I received the response I was looking for. Holding me to him, he lowered his head.“Witch,’ he grunted hoarsely,’ If you do not behave yourself, I swear I shall f*ck you again.’I laughed openly and he pushed me against the wall, holding me there as he kissed me again.“Ah, Woman,’ he breathed,” you make me the happiest man in the world… I can taste myself in your mouth...you f*cking give the beast ...”’’Hmmm…let me think, is it because I gave you a blow job?’ I grinned and he scowled.For all the filth and vulgar words he used during our frenzied coupling, he did not like it if I used any such words. I snug

That same night.PaddySomewhere beyond the Delano estate, in the woods that surrounded the mansion, a small group of men was hunting around the body of the youth, who lay unconscious and bleeding.Finally, one of them let out a shout.“Over here! he called just as the leader, a grim-faced man with a flat face, hissed,“Softly, you fool. ‘ and he grumbled under his breath,“We don’t want those trigger-happy guards of Delano to discover us.’The man who had shouted out in excitement had quietened down but he continued to shine his torch on an object on the forest floor which was covered in dry leaves and shrubs.It was the backpack they had been ordered to find and bring back.*the men silently picked it up and after making sure that the contents of the backpack were intact, they swiftly boarded the vehicles they had come in and disappeared into the night, as silently as they had come.One of them hesitated, his eyes on the prone, still figure on the ground.“What about him, Afzal?’,

LucienHe had a lot to oversee that day. The two new projects they were launching were readying to open in a week. And he had organised a grand party for his clientele and business associates. His men were waiting at both the venues and he went about, satisfied with the progress. Everything was done, the final touches were all that he needed to take care of.Both the new Clubs were in different parts of the city. As of now, he had no plans of leaving Hollowford to set up another Club elsewhere. It served his purpose excellently, to stay in his hometown and bring the business here. it was his home turf and he knew everything that went on there.Then there was Claude’s upcoming fight. it would be the first time that he was facing a professional; all the other fights before this had merely been warm-ups as far as Lucien was concerned. From the daily reports he kept receiving about the young man’s progress, he knew that he had little to worry about. Claude was laid back and a sexual anima

ProserpinaWhen Schwartz called back to ask if he could bring a couple of teenagers and their mother, who was going to be a colleague of Grace and Melissa at the local Hollowford High, I had agreed.I knew that Lucien would not be too happy but it would be a welcome distraction for Dom, Lou and Tara who were moping in the living room, having heard about Paddy’s disappearance.Besides, we always had room for people in our spacious mansion and from what he had not said, I got the feeling that the family were desperately in need of a roof over their head. I went into the kitchen to check if we had enough food and quickly began to whip up a Jambalaya to go with the apple pie that was already done and the meatloaf I had prepared earlier in the day. Macaroni and cheese, my kids’ all-time favourite took very little time to get done and that had also been on the original menu.As I went about chopping the onions, celery and bell peppers for the jambalaya, Ria came into the kitchen to watch. C

PhilippeThe building he had been pointed out to was the address for Amelia Perez, the mystery woman Paddy had last been seen meeting up with at the gay bar named Ostriches in the Arctic.He glanced around himself. No security cameras on the landings, of course.It was a rundown building in a shabby part of the town. The smell of frying onions and urine had assailed his nostrils as he entered the building with his men, just a couple of them. He did not want to alarm the woman and then again, he did not know what had happened to Paddy. But Philippe and seen enough organised crime to suspect that all was not well.The drumming sound of the rain had increased the isolating feeling he knew was palpable on the landing. He had yet to come face to face with any other inhabitant of the building. A distant sound of barking as one of the occupants on the floor below him, opened and shut the door, alerted him to the fact that there were people in the building with the mouldy walls and the leakin