บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Don's Obsession: บทที่ 451 - บทที่ 460

MajaShe stared unseeingly at the surface of the table. Maja had a job at the same school where her children were studying, the very same place where Melissa Lord was a Deputy Headteacher. Maja herself was a lowly primary school teacher. The job had been made available because James Schwartz had pulled a few strings although he had never said it. Maja knew that the man felt sorry for her but she tried to be cool and not reveal her crazy infatuation for him.Melissa Lord was now watching Maja in that cool way she had, her head tilted just slightly to the side, green eyes narrowed a little. She was dressed immaculately, in a pale purple pantsuit and sneakers. A fashion statement alright, thought Maja enviously, and the woman had the grace to carry it off with aplomb. Maja absently noted a scarf around her neck, which had slipped to reveal a hickey…*Melissa Lord cleared her throat loudly. It was evening, and the kids could be heard making a racket outside as they filtered out of the sc

SchwartzHe sat down to dinner at the Delano table, which was his second home, anyways. These days, Lucien Delano was kept busy with the impending opening of his exotic Club in the country and one of the attractions was, of course, the underground Fight Club, which was on a grand scale. Reminiscent of the arenas where gladiators were pitted against each other to participate in a fight unto death, Schwartz had thought, disturbed by the similarity. But the Mafia Don had insisted that he wanted the rawness, the primitive feel brought alive. Schwartz doubted whether his wife would come close to agreeing with the Boss. Proserpina was sensitive and a classy lady, an academician in her own right. How the two stayed together despite their totally different personalities was a mystery that Schwartz had stopped trying to solve.they were radically different but the sizzling chemistry between the two was incredible. And very much alive.*It was late in the evening and Schwartz knew that the Maf

ClaudeWhen his mother summoned him to his sister’s room, he was more than a little bewildered. As was his routine these nights, he was in the room occupied by Paddy, staring at his brother who had been his sidekick all their lives. The sight of his brother, shy and unassuming, lying almost lifeless on the large bed, with tubes and bags attached to his poor, frail body, never failed to make Claude want to beat up someone.Although he did not let on to his other siblings, he talked to Paddy, and told him about everything he had been doing all day. Explained how his father was planning to fight the inaugural bouts in the Ring for the Big Fight on opening day at the Club. And how unfair that was because Claude had wanted to be doing it.He knew that Mumma made it a point to come and sit and talk to Paddy every evening for an hour, no matter how busy or how tired she was.Claude was not skeptical about that. In fact, when he was talking, he had a strong feeling that Paddy seemed to be lis

SchwartzHe stepped out of his car and smiled at the tall, slim woman with the midnight black hair who was standing in a deep blue suit before his gate. Her large cruiser was parked neatly at the side. The guards had not let her in.Simple.They would not do so until he was back and told them it was safe to allow anyone in, even a former lover.He grinned easily as he closed the distance between them and took her in his arms, inhaling the familiar woodsy smell of her hair. She smiled up at him, the wide mouth, those high cheekbones, he remembered so well… They kissed, a long kiss, a kiss between people who were not just friends but also lovers, who cared for each other. He was still smiling as they stepped apart.She smiled, a thin smile, for Aiyana Laughing Water was not a person given to effervescent smiles. ‘I missed you.’ She said and those words, that short phrase conveyed so much. He grinned back, favouring her with his rakish smile and nodded.‘Let’s get you inside.’ He said an

TaraShe sniffled and looked about her piteously. Her siblings had disappeared, as one, boycotting her again, she thought bitterly. She pushed the plate of almost untouched food away and immediately, Beatrice’s dark hand swooped down and snatched it away.“Silly girl!’ admonished the old woman and a sharp slap on her wrist for good measure, giving her a dark look before ambling away. Tara slid off the chair and raced to her room, tears streaming down her cheeks.‘They were all awful, every one of them was horrid!’ she thought as she threw herself down onto the bed and sobbed her heart out.It had not been her intention to make Pappa angry with Mumma but she had been bewildered. Pappa was older than Mumma, the kids at school said that too but he was Pappa and so handsome and powerful and Strong. How could Mumma say that he could not fight?And Mumma had not supported her.*Fresh tears leaked out from her lids and she gave into another bout of crying.‘She hated her family! ‘she though