All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Obsession: Chapter 601 - Chapter 610

PiersHe caught sight of Cole Brandt’s stocky figure ahead of them in the distance, and noticed one of the guards, obviously alerted to the man’s appearance, striding towards him. He saw Cole Brandt make a wild dash for the door.‘Would he get away?” thought Piers frantically as he increased speed.Hila screamed,“The doors, Piers, ‘she panted,’ Shut them!’He reached for his walkie-talkie and yelled into the handset, just as Cole picked up speed, shoving aside a man who was with two women and groping them publicly, sending the man flying.‘Shut…’ roared Piers.But it was too late.Cole Brandt, his fear powering his short legs, had burst out of the main lobby to freedom.Piers did not stop to help the threesome that had fallen to the floor in an ungainly heap. Too much was at stake. With a hurriedly murmured apology, he shot outside.*A few scantily dressed women wandered around in the gardens, trays of food and drink in their hands, offering the wares to the guests. There were stone

ProserpinaI was floating above the room.Once, a very long time ago, I had listened in as a visiting Hindu nun was having a conversation with the novice nuns in that amazing little monastery in Bhutan.She had been addressing a group of young nuns who were still learning to imbibe the teachings of various other religious doctrines. The old lady, clad in a saffron-coloured sari, her shaved head bare and brown as a nut, had a strange dignity and grace as she sat at ease, cross-legged and serene. Having traveled all the way from India, she had been answering a whispered question from one of the young novices who had asked her about death.‘When one dies, our spirit leaves the body,’ she had been saying in her soft voice and I had leaned against one of the cool pillars, in the shadows, listening as she went on.‘The spirit, the soul, hovers above the body for a few hours. And then it leaves.’One of the more outspoken young nuns piped up,‘And if the soul does not want to leave?’There w

Lucien Delano was dreaming.He was recalling a night when he had entered the house late and strode to his room. The house had been in darkness, the children safely in bed. He could hear Bea and Camille murmuring as Camille left for the cottage on the grounds where she lived with Beston, her husband.A gun deal had gone wrong, and he was still smarting from the failure.All he wanted was to shower and climb into bed with his pretty little wife, maybe take her roughly…When he walked into his penthouse suite in the mansion, he saw that the walk-in wardrobe door was open; his pretty wife, her luscious body wrapped in a robe, was standing, her back to him, intently examining something in her hands. So riveted was her perusal that she had not heard him come in and she jumped when he growled.“Woman?’A guilty flush spreading over her cheeks, she hastily turned, her hands going behind her back in a pathetic attempt to hide what she had been holding. The Don stared hard at her, eyes narrowin

Lucien looked around at his family who were in the large waiting room. The younger boys, Dom and Lou, were piled on a sofa, their mouths open as they snored softly; Tara was curled up in an armchair with Aiyana beside her, an arm draped protectively around the child. The ex-FBI woman sat, her legs folded elegantly even in sleep.James Schwartz was sitting in another chair while the Capo dozed uncomfortably, Ria’s golden head on his lap, Rudy nestled beside her. Lucien’s face softened slightly as he looked at James. As though his thoughts had touched his second in command, the Scotsman stirred and stretched, sitting up, alert in an instant.He looked around himself and met Lucien’s eyes, an unspoken look passing between them.Snoring loudly, Claude was sprawled in abandon, sleeping on a mattress someone had thoughtfully provided, which was spread on the floor, his arms thrown wide, while Paddy had chosen to settle in an armchair close to the corridor leading to the theatre door, positi

RiaShe was running down a corridor that stretched out endlessly. The sound of the man’s footsteps thundering after her made her pant in fear. He was after her. She stumbled and fell, picked herself up, and kept running, her hands reaching out in the dark for some door, some way out of this place. And then, suddenly, out of the blue, she grabbed a shirt sleeve.The face of the man looked up in front of her.She screamed as Dusak’s face appeared out of the gloom, grinning maniacally.He had blood pouring down his forehead and a large hole in his cheek where he had been shot. But he opened his mouth and spoke in a guttural voice she knew she had heard before.“LOVELY Ria, my Ria, I am going to be with you forever now...'He reached out a long skeletal hand with talons, and that was when Ria screamed.Dusak Rudenko began shaking her throat ungently, and she felt a gurgle of panic erupt within her. A deep fear, unnamed and unknown.And then Philippe’s voice came into her consciousness, be