Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia Don's Obsession: Kabanata 501 - Kabanata 510

Ria looked up as the bed sank slightly and Philippe lowered his heavy weight beside her. She smiled sleepily, wrapping her arms around the man she loved as he nuzzled her neck, burying his face in her golden hair, inhaling deeply of her sweet, fruity hair. He loved this woman in his arms, he thought fervently as he gathered her in his large tattooed arms, holding her to his body and meeting her lips as she tilted her head to his, welcoming him.‘Baby,’ he breathed and she moaned as he trailed his hand down her body, feeling the curves, the slopes of her lissom body, the rounded breasts and the legs, parting eagerly as he moved to her neatly trimmed mound.“Argh…’ he groaned as he lowered her gently and rolled over onto her, his hand feverishly working on his zipper, waiting to take out the thick hard length that was throbbing with need.She was already taking off her t-shirt and he felt his balls tighten as he saw her body in the dim light of the night lamp, tempting, tantalising him.

Philippe stood outside the door, his palms sweaty. He had made up his mind. There was no going back; he was going to ask the Mafia Don for his permission.It had been sitting on his chest, like a weight. He loved Ria. And he knew that she felt the same about him; so why not go ahead and ask the Don for his blessings?He had seen Proserpina Delano and James Schwartz enter the rooms where the Don had retired for a break after his strenuous schedule; the man had not been back to his house all week. He had been holding meetings with various people scattered all over the globe, physical meets as well as virtual ones. All with one purpose; to crush the Monk who was holed away in some part of the country, licking his wounds like an animal for his attempt to spirit away Lucien Delano’s younger daughter had not worked out.And Lucien Delano was powerful and influential enough to get his way. He had already smashed the Monk’s base in Hollowford and in other places in the US. He was now working

Maja“Oh, great, thought Maja as she picked up her duffle bag and trotted after the man who was striding out, anger in every fibre of his bearing. ‘Please wait,’ she panted and he stopped abruptly, turning to look at her, his green eyes hard and cold, all the humour and the warmth had vanished. He looked dangerous and she halted at once. “Look,’ she murmured softly, stopping in her tracks as she looked into his hard, handsome face, “I did not…’ and then, looking him in the eyes, she said in a small voice, ”I am sorry.’ Tilting her chin, she gazed at him, stubbornly. He sighed and nodded. ’Car’s here.’ he said shortly and they saw that a large deep blue sedan had driven up to the door. The children eagerly piled into the back seat as one of the men standing at the entrance came over to help them to load their luggage, just a couple of sad-looking, worn-out suitcases. Maja bit her lip. They looked like refugees; she thought bitterly, which they were in some sense of the word! The

Ria turned in astonishment as Philippe strode into the kitchen of the Delano mansion. It was almost one in the afternoon, mealtime at the sprawling Delano mansion.With his black hair tied back, the beard neatly trimmed, in his black leather jacket and black jeans, complemented by black leather boots, he cut a stylish, impressive figure as he walked in, heading to the young woman with her golden hair in a messy bun, plump lips parted in astonishment as she saw him.Her grey-blue eyes widened in shock.*The Capo was a man who followed a strict agenda. He never came home to meet her, not in the middle of the day, anyway! He respected her father way too much. And it was lunchtime. He was usually at someplace where her father saw fit to send him. What was he doing her now?Ria had been with Beatrice and Camille in the kitchen, helping to prepare lunch, and baby Rudi was peevish, so she was carrying him on her hip, her little brother who had cereal all over his mouth and managed to look a

Dusak smiled at the man who sat before him. Ramos the Spaniard who had once been beaten up in public by Lucien Delano, nervously kneaded his hands as he tried to look away from the photographs spread across the glass-topped table.Dusak smiled again, an evil smile, like a lizard watching his prey, thought the ageing Spaniard with a sickening lurch of his stomach.The photographs showed him in various poses with various women, each more sinister than the other. Ramos loved beating up women and the pictures were particularly graphic. He got off on inflicting pain. And he knew that if these snaps were revealed and the press got their dirty hands on them…Madre Dios!Ramos was now into politics and he had climbed up the ladder, successfully growing into a figure to be noted. The next elections were around the corner and he wanted to be the face of the party, the man who was tipped to be a future Presidente del Gobierno, Prime Minister of Spain. He had thought that he was keeping his little