Semua Bab The Mafia Don's Obsession: Bab 401 - Bab 410

RiaIt was a small place and the proprietor, a Sikh gentleman with his bright blue turban, looked up at them questioningly over the top of his spectacles, as they approached the counter.Only a handful of customers were around and Ria saw that there were just two assistants, probably, the owner’s family, she thought as she noticed the striking similarities between them.Philippe had stepped up to the counter, his cold expression making the older man freeze. The Capo was already speaking to him, authority resounding in his voice when Ria moved to stand beside him, feeling dwarfed by the big, muscular man beside her.’We are looking for Erin Dorsey. I was told he works here,’ stated Philippe without a preamble. The man behind the counter looked alarmed his eyes taking in Philippe’s dominating presence and dark jacket and well-dressed looks.“Erin? Is he in some trouble? Who are you? Are you from the police?’ The man was flustered and he kept wringing his hands as he gabbled.With a sigh

El CapoHe was beside her in a stride, grabbing her small figure as she swayed, her hand at her mouth, the look of shock and terror a reflection of the image she would carry in her mind forever.The Capo swore roundly; he had not wanted to expose the lovely young woman he was holding in his arms, to the shocking spectacle of a dead man who had obviously been tortured brutally before he died.Paulo was beside her, his face white and shining with sweat though the night was chilly.‘ Capo, I could not stop her…’ he said and then,’ F*ck man!’ exclaimed the bodyguard as he saw the dead figure.The Capo grabbed Ria as she seemed about to collapse.“The f*ck you don’t obey orders, woman?’ he said through gritted teeth as he held her to him, her face buried in his chest, forcing her to look away from the terrible sight.“Philippe,’ she cried, weeping softly, shuddering at the sight of the man who had been tortured and left to die, the stench of the blood, the sights embedded in her brain maki

My lover pulled me into his arms and silenced my rising questions with a harsh kiss. I rested my hands against his chest, drawing comfort from his large bulk, his familiar presence. The feel of his expensive jacket under my hands, his mouth, hard and demanding as he kissed me, and the tangy smell of his body as he engulfed me in his arms.I had the distinct feeling that he wanted some sort of reassurance but what?With an arm around my waist, he turned to Claude and asked in his rasping, gravelly baritone,‘How do you feel, son?’Claude gaped at him. Lucien had never cared to ask about his wellbeing before this, even during occasions when Claude had been younger and getting into one scrape after another. Generally, he behaved as if Claude was part of the furniture, barely deigning to acknowledge his presence in private.So this query about Claude’s well-being was definitely an eye-opener for Claude. Quickly recovering himself, my son stammered, ‘I’m good Sir. I mean…’ he indicated his

I sat up now, fully alert.*I knew them alright.The men had been part of the diabolical plan by Dmitri to kidnap me and sell me as a sex slave. I huddled into my husband’s warm, safe embrace.“And …?’ I whispered for I knew that there was more to come.Lucien sighed and gave a half laugh.’Witch,’ he grunted, “you know me too well.. .’I looked up into his eyes and what I saw there chilled me to the bone.Lucien sighed.“Woman. Paddy was onto them. ‘*So they had tried to kill my boy Paddy, because he had found out the connection between the imposter who had claimed to be my husband’s offspring and the Dmitri family?I stiffened and tried to free myself but he held me.’You need to listen to me, Proserpina.' he commanded.I looked at him as he went on,‘The boy has excellent skills at hacking and he found out more than I had bargained for. He discovered Cole’s true father was…’My eyes widened, and I met his gaze, the grey eyes filled with a rare pain as he looked past me.’Shark.’

RiaShe noticed that he had also draped a muffler around his face, in such a way that he looked unrecognisable. He was also sitting forward and his entire posture resembled an old man, bent with age.The little car trundled along and then she could no longer hear the sound of vehicles driving, like bats out of hell, in the other direction.After a while, he looked back and she sensed that he was relieved, if slightly. He let her sit up and as she opened her mouth to complain, he said tightly,‘The Rudenkos are on their way to Erin Dorsey’s place; those were their cars.’Ria stiffened and then her body slumped.The same men who had kidnapped and almost sold her mother as a sex slave; the men who were responsible for her father almost dying? she thought in terror.*Her large eyes on Philippe were filled with fear. Without looking at her, he reached out and took her small cold hands in his, tugging her into the warmth of his body and this time she did not resist. The men in the front se