Semua Bab The Mafia Don's Obsession: Bab 471 - Bab 480

She sat now, cross-legged and smug; she had seen the flash of hurt on her mother’s face when she spoke, and conversely, it had only made her feel good. Mumma should know how it felt to be sorely hurt too. And the way her shoulders had slumped as she left, her eyes on the plate of cookies, discarded like trash on the floor; well, Tara felt a tad bit guilty about THAT. But Maddie had giggled, her black hair bobbing as he said,‘Ah, c’mon. Who cares for your Mom’s precious shi*ty cookies anyways?’ and she had kicked at the plate carelessly, causing it to overturn and create a mess on the carpet. Tara had been dismayed but seeing her look, Maddie had snapped.‘Come on, dummy. You have an army of maids. Surely someone can come and clean away the stuff?’A small war was going on in Tara’s chest. Something was wrong but she did not want to offend her friend who was so …so cool!Mumma had made her rules clear: respect the food you have.But Maddie…she had just…Tara did not want to lok uncool

The CapoHe turned to look outside the small window of the aircraft as Lucien Delano’s private jet taxied to a halt, it was bitterly cold outside but the Capo’s mind was on other things as the darkness outside stared back at him. He had slept for a few hours, but it had left him feeling rejuvenated. It was the way he was; he could snatch a couple of hours of sleep and feel rested.His mind went back to the encounter, hot and passionate, he had had with Ria before leaving the country. She could make him harden with desire with just a look from her laughing eyes, the dimples appearing as he teased him. As for her luscious body, he groaned and rubbed a hand over his face, he needed to get a hold of himself. Unless he stopped thinking of her, he would be fisting himself helplessly in the tiny washroom.Karan Shah, his second in command, glanced at him, a blank expression on his face. Shah had been a friend for a few years now and he had worked his way up in the Delano mob, rung by rung. T

ColeHe stood on the ground, swaying slightly with reaction. He was home, back in the USA; free from the dominating talons of Lucien Delano. And he was going to make sure that he turned the tables on the man who should rightly be making him a partner of the Club.He quickly strode out of the airport, eager to get to a safe place, a place that the Monk had promised to take him to.Sure enough, the vehicle which the Monk had told him would be waiting outside, was there, and in a matter of minutes, he was gliding away, to begin what he imagined, was a new chapter in his life…*PaddyIt felt as though he had been asleep, he thought as he slowly willed his body to move. His eyelids fluttered.But his brother, Claude, had just got up and had left, after having been beside Paddy, at his bedside, for a few hours, or so it seemed to the man who had been lying prone on the bed now for months, or was it days?He felt like a person trapped within a box, unable to speak, to do anything but flutte

ProserpinaJust as I was opening my mouth to talk to Tara, she said, in a sneering tone that I faintly recognized as being similar to the tone her friend Madeleine Nord used,‘So you noticed that I was not around, Mumma? How is that?’I gaped at her, my mind in a whirl. This derisive, mocking child, with her beautiful face twisted in a mixture of spite and fury, standing before me, her small fists clenched in anger.Could this be the little girl I had cherished and carried, fed at my breast tenderly? Her Pappa’s pet?And then, she said something that made me gasp,‘How did you get time away from f*cking Pappa?’In a flash, I had risen and struck her across the cheek, so hard that she stumbled back, her hand on her cheek, her mouth open, eyes wide. I had never hit her, in fact, I had never had a need to raise my hand on any of my children, except once on Ria, perhaps; but this was too much. Already upset over Philippe, I was too taut to handle it.We stared at each other, shocked. She

Proserpina had already stopped listening, for she had buried her face in her hands, praying, her heart filled with gratitude. Her son, Paddy, was going to be all right!Paddy was going to be fine!*SchwartzHe glanced at the time as he sipped at his brandy.He knew that Aiyana was at home, waiting for him to return. But this evening, he had other things on his mind.And meeting Aiyana was like just about the last thing he wanted to do.*Philippe was still missing. The plane had crashed and there had been no information from the people who had been on board; had they survived?He glanced at the Boss. The man had, as he always did, shed his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt to his waist, a sign that the was restless, rearing to beat up someone. The Mafia Don was a picture of fury, barely contained, as he made calls, and made sure that all the help he could muster up, was out there, on the way to find Philippe. All animal magnetism coupled with pumped-up aggression and his bodyguards ste