Lahat ng Kabanata ng Keeping The Mafia Princess: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

SebastianThere was no funeral for my lying sack of shit brother-in-law, although his body was cremated to allow Selena to hold some kind of memory of her father. My niece had been told that he'd been called to God and nothing more.While I'd anticipated anger from Elena, after hearing all that Winston had done, she'd barely even mentioned his name. I couldn't lie that I was glad the asshole was out of her life and I felt absolutely no guilt. I'd also found his buddies who'd pulled the trigger in the parking garage, thanks to Castillo's help. They'd been handled in an entirely different way, establishing life far removed from Miami. They had one chance to keep the fuck away from me.As far as the alliance Santiago and John had mentioned, I'd been called to my parents' house only two hours before they were to leave for the airport. The story should at least be interesting."Come sit by the pool, son. Beautiful day. I took the liberty of making you a drink." My father looked the epitome

CarmenFour weeks laterSebastian had packed my things for me already. My cello was the only thing he'd left for me to carry to the car. I stood outside his office door, the sleepless night more difficult than I could imagine, but I'd made the right decision and I knew it.I rapped on the open door before walking in. When Sebastian turned to face me, I could swear the man had been crying."Is it all right if I come in?" I asked quietly."Of course. Are you all ready?""Not exactly.""What is missing?" he asked as he walked toward me.I inched closer, more in control of my emotions and my life than I'd been in years. "I wanted you to know how much I appreciate what you did for me. I don't think I told you that.""It was the right thing to do. You're going to be a star, my beautiful princess."I took his hand into mine, placing it over my heart. "Maybe, but in my way."Sebastian narrowed his eyes. "What does that mean?""It means that I am going to be a soloist for the symphony, but I w

AugustThe ballroom was decorated in various hues of silver and blue; from what I'd heard the colors of the senator's alma mater. I couldn't care less, but the swanky party was perfect for exacting my revenge."Champagne, sir?" the girl asked, batting her eyelashes as she gave me a seductive smile. In her hand was a tray full of crystal flutes.Preparing for the upcoming celebration."Absolutely. I'm in a fantastic mood." I grabbed a glass, allowing my gaze to linger on her voluptuous breasts. I was hungry as hell tonight. The taste of the bubbly was spectacular. The senator had spared no expense in touting his brand of bullshit. "Tell me, do you have any idea where the senator is?""I think he's in the next room," she purred.I lifted my glass in appreciation before glancing toward the main opening. If the accounts were correct, Senator Morales would announce his candidacy at precisely nine p.m. He was a man of many things, including a static regimen. I could appreciate that, even th

AugustThe hotel bar was filled with Morales supporters, eager and very hungry young men and women, praying for an opportunity to work with the rising star. Sasha's look of disdain as we walked through added to her haughty attitude. The fact she ignored everyone as she paraded through the crowded space, heading directly for the bar, wasn't surprising.I adored the nervous tic on the corner of her mouth, the pulse thumping in the side of her neck. She was attracted, her erect nipples straining against the bodice of her dress. Every gesture was provocative in nature, even her laugh meant for seduction.After being seated, the drinks in front of us, she continued to hesitate before speaking.For this, I had limited patience."My father believes he can handle the office of the presidency better than anyone who has come before him, and his followers believe it," Sasha snarked. "Unfortunately, they don't know him very well." I noticed a hint of sadness in her voice, but it was quickly repla

SashaI froze, doing my best to hide my nerves and my anger. The man had the audacity to treat me in a despicable manner the night before then show up here? Was the bastard stalking me? The arrogant bastard. Huffing, I shrank back and calmed my breathing before finding him again. He stood in all his glory, a handsomely tailored suit accentuating his rugged physique and long, muscular legs. I could only imagine the fine linen cost more than ten of my paintings. What I couldn't get over was how relaxed and carefree he seemed, standing with one hand in his pocket, the other wrapped around a crystal rocks glass. He was chic, every aspect of him coiffed in a casual manner. No socks. No tie.There wasn't a woman who hadn't undressed him with their eyes.I took a deep breath, clenched my fists, and walked closer. "Do I have you to thank for purchasing my paintings?"He barely darted a look in my direction, instead lifting his hand, pointing with his index finger at the painting that had draw