Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mr Mafia’s Desire: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 7

MIRA Lucius sat in the patch of moonlight that flooded in through the window while his thin, evil face broke into a smile when he saw me staring at him. Although he had grown a beard that made him look different, it still couldn't hide the ugly scar that ran across one cheek. "Hello, Mira," he said. “It’s been a while." “How?” I gasped, breathing heavily. How did he find me? I shuddered as anger slowly took the place of fear. I had done everything I could to be free of him. Now he was in my house, holding my son and me hostage. "What the hell are you doing in my house?" I barked, placing my hands on the cold floor. His grin widened. "That's one of the things I have always loved about you," he said in the same low, teasing voice. He crossed one leg over the other and leaned back in the chair. "The way you can go from frightened to pissed just like that—" He snapped his fingers. "even if there are three guns still pointing at you. You're quite a woman, you know th

MIRA The only sounds in the room were the sounds of the clock ticking, of my deep, nervous breathing, and of Lucius pacing his sitting room. "You understand what you have to do, don't you?" he asked. "Yes," I said, picking up a pearl-shaped diamond earring and putting it on. After I accepted to do the job, he had instructed one of the maid to bring the clothes I was supposed to wear for the job. They went well with the simple but expensive red dress, showing more than a hint of cleavage, that fitted me like a second skin. Lucius grunted. "Okay. But let me go over the details again. This job is damned important. It can't go wrong." He waited. When I didn't say anything, he went on. "This man, Nicholas, has regular habits... well, up to a certain extent. On Fridays, like today, he hangs out at the Royale casino, socialises, does a bit of gambling, and mostly wins." Lucius's voice turned bitter as though he hated the fact that this guy mostly had a winning streak. “Anyw

Mira Nicholas’s brow furrowed into a frown as he steadied himself; however, it was in that brief moment that I took a close look at him. Nicholas Sterling was tall with a slim, muscular build that made the tailored black suit he wore well fitted. His murky black hair was slightly rough as though he had run his hands through it a couple of times. His brown eyes blended with his light skin, which also complemented the silver key necklace that rested above his chest, but it wasn’t his face or his other features that held me captive. It was the fact that I remembered and felt something that I had buried inside me for five years. I stepped back while these memories clawed their way back to the surface. The night! The one I had tried my possible best to forget, even though it was so hard to do so, found its way back to my mind again. My piercing screams, the way Rocco’s father’s soft touch turned violent, the ripping of my clothes into pieces, the sound of the fabric tearin