Semua Bab The Mafia's Frozen Bride: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Neil braked abruptly. My body was thrown hard forward and slammed into the car seat. I put my hand on Dashiell's chest to protect him. My heart was beating fast, and I worried about my son.Another car pulled up behind and to the left of my car. People dressed in black got out and pointed their guns at the windshield, right at my son's head. I calmed myself down to think clearly. Joaquin wouldn't kill Dashiell.The man stepped out of the vehicle in front of my car. He stood haughtily and stared at me. Seeing that my son was okay, I exited the SUV. Neil protested, but I told him to lock the door. The men put their guns to my head. One of them frisked me.“Touch my gun, and I'll get it back,” I threatened.“Grab it if you can,” the man who took the weapons from my back and waist said.“None of this would have happened if you had handed Wesley over to me, Sin,” Joaquin declared. He looked around. "All your snipers have fallen. No one will help you finish us off." He smirked."Why should

My heart pounded loudly, deafening my ears. My chest felt tight as I struggled to breathe. I needed that job. If they got mad at me, Sinclair would force me to quit. I couldn't let that happen.The audience cheered as I entered the stage. They cheered in support, not to insult or curse me. It was an astonishing sight. What was going on? Why weren't they mocking me?My mask was useless because they recognized me, but I didn't open it. Archie could have been in the audience and waiting to photograph me. The mask was my trademark. I couldn't perform without it.“Darcy!!! Put on your best performance! Shake your body, baby!” they shouted.I avoided the audience's eyes and focused on their foreheads. Although many cheered, supporting my performance, I knew some were disgusted. I'd never been in a public place in skimpy clothes.We performed well. Neither my colleagues nor I made mistakes. We moved in harmony. The music was almost over, making my heart beat rapidly. I had a bad feeling beca

Lionel and the servants worked hard to get the yard ready for Halloween. They decorated it with pumpkins in creepy expressions. The lights inside made the faces even scarier.Little pumpkins and white ghosts with various expressions were on the right and left of the porch steps. Bats hanging from the ceiling made the atmosphere of the haunted house even more real. The scene contrasted with the unchanged mood of the house.I glanced at my son's room before entering mine. Dashiell wouldn't have anything terrible happened to him. I swore we would live in peace and out of trouble after I avenged my family.I closed the door to my bedroom, and my legs were suddenly unsteady. I leaned against the door, and my body slid to the floor. My heart was pounding, tightening my chest. I took a deep breath, but tears welled up.I clenched my fists, trying to control myself. But my efforts failed. I couldn't stop the sobs coming out of my mouth. I gave up and cried silently. God. Dashiell and I almost

After weeks of living in hardship, that was the first good news I heard. I didn't mind paying for all my past crimes. It was a lesson I had to learn for causing so many people to suffer.However, the Creator still cared for me. I had a way out of the job that ruined my self-esteem and away from the people who almost killed me. Paying off the debt was my focus.“When can we meet with Channing to discuss this?” I asked.“I need to go through all these files before I conclude. How about we meet next week at the same time?” Mason offered.“That's too long,” I muttered.“If I finish before the scheduled time, I'll call you,” he promised.I didn't know much about the law. Mason seemed sincere and competent in his field. He wouldn't have delayed in dealing with my problem. After all, I wasn't his client. I was only the wife of one of his clients. I couldn't be selfish.“Alright. What about my son? Do you think I can win custody of him?” I asked expectantly.“What do you mean? Children are th

I sighed. There were security cameras in the hall. I couldn't break the rules without anyone finding out. I walked towards my room, but something upstairs caught my attention. Sinclair was coming down the stairs.I turned toward the front door. Strange. I didn't hear that man come home. How could he be in his bedroom? Was there another entrance? The man saw me. Sinclair came over and took my hand. He pulled something out of his pants pocket.“Oh.” I saw him put my engagement ring on my finger. “You've found it.”“Don't ever take this ring off again. Let people know you're married, but don't mention your husband's name.” Sinclair put my wedding band on. “Do you understand?”I was going to answer, but Sinclair kissed me. He took advantage of my parted lips to explore my mouth. His hand caressed my waist and stopped at my back. His other hand teased my chest before going up and holding my head.He kissed me hungrily, and his hand on my head prevented me from stopping the kiss. I didn't k