The Mafia Don's Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 581 - チャプター 590

Hila She stood, unable to decide what was happening around her.The beautiful woman who had unhesitatingly gone close to the Boss, was years younger than him and was obviously pregnant. Once again? thought Hila incredulously, more kids? How did she do it and still retain that youthful, serene look?The lovely woman with her hair in a messy bun, made to follow the Boss but then stopped and smiled fondly at Hila.“Dear Hila,’ she said, her voice soft and melodious as she added,” Forgive our manners but we tend to be a little boisterous.’She gave Hila a quick hug and then left, her wide hips swaying as she hurried after the Mafia Don who stopped to thunder at her threateningly,“WOMAN!’She was sensuous, every inch of her, thought Hila in undisguised admiration, and most importantly, she had the Don eating out of her hands, despite his bluster. That figure was to die for, the swell of her full breasts and her softly rounded stomach, the wide hips, a body that kept the Maia Don wanting f

HilaShe had woken early, planning to leave at daybreak. But it had been near impossible to leave Piers’ warm body and when he looked at her, just looked at her, his gray-blue eyes soft and pleading, she had succumbed. Rolling on top of him, she kissed him, feeling his erection against her womanhood and they made gentle love. Then, after a shower, she changed into her Goth biker outfit, as Tara had described it. With a wry twist of her lips, she acknowledged that the girl was right.Kissing Piers goodbye, she crept out and headed downstairs. To her astonishment, the St. Claire household seemed to be up and awake, and she found Proserpina talking to Camille in the hallway, a mug of steaming hot coffee in her hands.Proserpina looked up and smiled,“Would you like some coffee?” she asked. Hila sighed. The aromatic blend in Proserpina’s hands was a temptation she could not afford.Proserpina seemed to understand for she came forward. Hila noticed in some amazement, that she was in yoga g

LucienHe sat in the front seat of the little amphitheatre, designed specifically to allow the audience to watch fights from a vantage point. The Ring or the Cage, whichever was in use, would be at a lower level, allowing the audience to see clearly without having to crane their necks as blows were delivered, one after the other.He sat, one suave leg crossed over the other, his splendid underground fighting Club, his cherished dream, spread around him. This was unlike his other fighting clubs which housed many cages, and many rings, where mixed martial arts fighters and boxers, all of them could perform at one time as people moved from one to the other, like in some shopping arena. Of course, the prices were exorbitant. But this was more sophisticated. He had the seats designed so that the viewers could recline, sipping drinks of their choice as they watched. Servers moved around discreetly, and all the girls had been trained rigorously by Danielle. They had firm instructions not to

Claude was swept away by his team, and his family crowded around him protectively as he strode out, his big shoulders sloping tiredly. Piers walked by his brother’s side, alert for any mishap whatsoever.As they were leaving. There was a sudden flurry of movement, and Karina pushed through the crowd, making her way to Claude. The girl’s eyes were shining as she beamed and wrapped her arms around her beau’s neck. At first, Claude looked surprised, and then he wrapped his beefy arms around her waist, kissing her back unashamedly with enthusiasm.Piers sighed.Incorrigible, he thought as he swivelled his head to catch his sister’s eyes as Philippe urged her out. Lou and Dom were with them, and of course Tara, with Aiyana holding her hand to keep her safe. For some reason, Aiyana seemed to have a huge soft corner for his little sister, he thought as he turned to the kissing couple who were still at it."Move, Claude,’ he growled, and his brother broke off the kiss, his eyes dancing in del

Parwiz Mousa was a slim man with yellowing, nicotine-stained teeth. He was dressed in a suit but nothing could take away from the look in his eyes, the cold, dead look of a killer.He walked steadily, making his way out of the auditorium amidst the commotion that erupted when Delano’s boy smashed the jaw and the nose of Basheer the Basher.The killer had no interest in the fight; he had been asked to take out the Mafia Don’s wife and kidnap the older daughter. But neither task looked possible now; not after he had spotted the Israeli woman he had raped all those years ago. Hila Zaidi had been an agent of the Mossad then; when she had been captured because of a plan involving a leak in the agency, he and his men had meant to kill her after torturing her for a few days.Unfortunately, she had escaped when a few of her companions returned to rescue her. The woman who had put up a spirited fight throughout her captivity. When she was free, she had single-mindedly chased and succeeded in k