All Chapters of My Mafia: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The next morning when I wake up, my body feels numb and limp. I sit upright with a groan, only to notice I'm in my bed. I blink, slowly, then rapidly. When did he leave? What was this sinking feeling in my chest? I can't say.I get up with a grunt, realizing I'm still putting on the clothes from yesterday. "I need a thorough bath." I mutter under my breath, aiming for the bathroom.Once I'm done with my business for the day, I make my way to the vanity on the wall opposite the entrance to the bathroom. Hayden must have got this personally installed while I was at the hospital.I sit on the stool, about to apply some cream when I stop midway, noticing a sticky note on the table. I pick it up as gently as I can to avoid tearing it, and stare at the words scribbled on it.Gosh, the handwriting on this is just... beautiful. I sigh, and shake my head quickly. Snapping out of it. I squint my eyes at it again, doing my best to not admire the handwriting. From the message, I can tell its hi

Third Person POV:Hayden was beyond pissed today. He can't even describe what he feels right now, all he knows for sure... is the moment he saw River unconscious and saw her cry...He couldn't stop the primal rage that took over his senses. It was a miracle his rage didn't scare her away.As he walks through the hallway, after getting off the elevator, his men immediately part for him. They didn't seem to need words to know that he wasn't in the mood, and so they made sure to avoid his rage, so as to not become a victim of it.Hayden had increased the security at the mansion, and had given an order to his men to search for the bastard. Arnold Knot.River was still resting when he left, her cheeks and eyes puffing from tears. She had refused to let him go, the poor girl had been traumatised. Hayden gritted his teeth at the thought.The moment he enters his office, with Harsh following suit, the cell phone in his office rings. Hayden takes his seat wordlessly ignoring the call, while

Third Person Pov: Later at night, River ascends the stairs with the aim of going to her room. She had chosen to remain downstairs despite how much Mira tried to persuade her, she refused. She even refused Mr. Ron. Though, before he left there was a statement he gave which hit her harder than she had expected. 'You're as stubborn as him.' He had whispered with a gentle shake of the head, before making his way to his room with Mira by his side. Hayden hadn't stepped a foot downstairs ever since he fed her. With countless thoughts running through her mind at a million miles per hour, and a deep breath, she goes to her room. River is still absent minded as she pushes her door open. "Hey," a deep calm voice greets from behind her. She stiffens and the moment she turns to face the bed, a frightened gasp escapes her mouth, her eyes go wide and her heart beat increases rapidly. "I'm sorry, did I scare you?" the deep voice asks again. And she closes her eyes with a hand against her ch

The entire world came to a stand still. The goon's gun remained aimed at me. My heart began to beat faster. "Step aside, we only came for the lady." The goon who's gun remained aimed at me says with a sneer. As though on queue, with a blink, all the guards surround me like a wall. Pistols drawn as they aim at the enemy. "I'm afraid we can't do that, you will have to kill us first." A guard in front says. Just then I hear a sound from the car, reminding me of Mira's presence. "What's going on?" She asks softly, getting out of the car. The moment she steps out, her eyes narrow at the goons in front of us. It seems she sees it too, they look familiar. But I can't remember where I've seen them from. But I know I have. I don't dare move or breathe. From the corner of my eye, I see and feel Mira's gaze shift from her usual soft gaze; to that of a predator sizing her prey.I swallow the lump which had suddenly formed in my throat as much as I can. The last thing I want is to have a panic

Hayden's pov: I don't think as I get into my car and drive to the market. Some guards get into the car parked behind mine, and drive, following my car. The speed I use to get there, is dangerous if not terrifying. Cars depart barely missing my car by a whisker. I drive through without even an ounce of guilt, if anything I'm beyond grateful for this. The guards don't bother either, their car hot on my tail. Not that I mind, I'll need all the help I can get. For now, the only necessary matter are the safety of the most important women to me. River and Mira. It doesn't take long to get there, with the outrageous speed I had used. Usually, a drive to the market from my mansion would take twenty to twenty-five minutes and thirty at max. But from the restaurant, it would take fifteen to twenty minutes; but I had arrived in less than ten. I turn off the engine, put on black leather gloves, before grabbing my phone and gun; then kick the door open. I advance to the entrance, noting