All Chapters of A Pet for the Mafia Dons: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Liam O’Grady did not waste any time.He contacted the people who could help him, men who owed him and was able to lay his hands on the recordings from cameras on the way. The cameras overlooking the park, the ones in the shops, all of them proved helpful. Once it was a glimpse, another time, a hurried glance of a figure in a long coat, despite the warm weather, and then, in one single frame, the face, turned for a split second. But enough to reveal the face mask hiding the lower part of the face completely and the dark glasses, which covered the eyes, the hat…and the limping walk, the cane.“If we were looking for the Hollow Man,” sighed O’Grady as he tugged his tie free, his shirt already undone, as he gazed into his brother’s tawny eyes,” we’ve found him. The Hollow man, that is, nameless, faceless…” St Just pursed his lips and stared outside as he spoke slowly,“Where the f*ck is this guy? And, more importantly, WHO is he?”They were at the Casino, in O’Grady’s spacious cabin.“En

Snake sat before the embers of the fire that had long gone out.He was staring into space, his one eye blinking rapidly, mind working furiously.Stroking his ruined face, he grimaced, making him look even more grotesque. His face was a ruin, twisted by some old violence that had never healed clean. One eye was gone, the socket collapsed into a shadowed pit, while the other glared with a feverish brightness that made his ugliness more menacing. The left side of his forehead caved in, as though some brutal blow had crushed the bone long ago, giving his skull a warped, unnatural shape. The scars dragged his mouth into a crooked sneer, so that even silence looked like mockery. When he moved, the thin skin over his ruined features tightened grotesquely, as if stretched across broken stone. There was nothing pitiable about him—his disfigurement seemed to have curdled into malice, the very shape of his face whispering cruelty before he ever spoke.Bottom of FormSnake had begun to move aroun

Bianca settled into a new routine. Every morning, she spent time at home, sometimes working on St Just’s accounts and those of the Casino from her little room, that had been converted into an office for her.Baby Cian, of course, dominated her day, and she worked between breaks, her major time spent playing with her son. if the weather was good, she would wheel him in a pram into the sprawling park, opposite their apartment building. There she walked, observing the people around her, the couples, the joggers, the walkers, the young children and their mothers. It filled her with a sense of peace as she wandered around, always accompanied by Brick and another man, never alone. Sometimes she would sit down on a bench, her hand on her baby’s pram, as she spoke to himself, babbling happily as she observed the sky, the plants, the world around them. Brick hovered around; he took his job seriously and unlike some other bodyguards, he did not check his phone while he was on duty.But on that

Bianca had been fidgeting restlessly on the couch, moving to the window, to stare out at the black night unseeingly.It was snowing. A light snow, with a prediction of more to follow as the weather forecaster had declared helpfully. Wrapping her arms around her waist, she stood, waiting for O’Grady.St Just, who was doing his best to stay awake, studied the profile of their Pet, his heart aching for her. He would never tire of looking at her.St Just’s tawny eyes slid lovingly over the curve of her cheek, delicate, yet full of the quiet strength he knew she was capable of. The long lashes fluttered as she lifted her lids to stare outside; the slope of her nose, the curve of her full lips, and her cheek…She was like a porcelain statue, standing there, rigid with tension but so achingly beautiful, he felt his heart swell with love for Bianca.He loved her, he knew he loved her more than she loved him; but it was something he had grown to accept. Wen Bianca looked at the charming, rakis

O’Grady flew down the corridor, barely aware of the throbbing in his jaw, where his brother had smashed his fist into his face. the Irishman was panicking.Liam O’Grady loved Bianca, no doubt about it at all. but in that dreadful moment, when that witch, Win Jeng had thrown herself upon him, he had succumbed. In his heart of hearts, he knew that it was because he had been fighting with his demons. Jealousy, because Bianca had so openly championed that lummox, Brick, who had the body of an Adonis…Now he spun his head as St just emerged, his face drawn.“She …she’s gone,” his brother panted, as he leaned against the wall, his voice rasping,“She took off…in the vehicle…Ah, F*CK you, Irish, F*ck you to hell, how could you, man, how…?”O’Grady wanted to sink to the floor and sob. But this was not the time for it, not the time for recriminations and unburdening of guilt. He picked up his phone and began to fumble as he scrolled down…*Bianca was having some difficulty in handling the lar