All Chapters of His Docile Mafia Princess : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

TW: this chapter contains sensitive dark themed like child abuse and SA, child endangerment. It's not in detail but feel free to skip this chapter. Your mental health matters.Xo, Athena♡___________________________Alessandra Today is Luna's birthday. She turned eight. I can't wait to be with her again in three months. I love my cousin Luna, she's my best friend and she always smells like mint, just like her mama used to. I miss her mama, she was a very nice lady and I know Luna misses her too because she's always sad. Uncle Luca brought Luna to celebrate but I don't like him. He and mama are twins just like Sofia and I but he's a boy, a mean one too. I'm on my way to the kitchen, tiptoeing so I can get a slice of Luna's cake because my mama didn't let me have more for dessert. I pause outside my uncle's room when I hear muffled screams. The door is cracked open, and the lights are on, so I can see them inside. Luna is screaming against Uncle Luca's hand, and he's hunched over

“Inside,” Alora points towards the hall. “she's got pretty pink nails.” “I see,” I nod, standing up. “You guys carry on with your game and I'll join you after I see the other miss Sasha.” I feign chills, making them giggle. When I get to the hall, I spot Luna removing books from boxes. She appears focused, ensuring that she reads the tips before piling them. Her guards are in the corner, with Sofia's, both looking out of place in the busy room. “Hi,” I tap her shoulder, expecting to see a bright smile but all I get is a frown. “You're late, Sasha. I had to make origami by myself.” “Sorry,” I pout. “It was hard getting to escape him today.” “Why?” Luna frowns, I vented to her about how I felt about Enzo but I didn't go into the details. “He is smothering me for some reason, I'm telling you it's horrible. He keeps calling me every five minutes, cuddling me..” I groan. “I hate it.” Luna raises an eyebrow, “Do you, really?” I hate that I have to think about my response,

Alessio Enzo has taken two days off and dumped his work on me so he can mend his broken marriage. It was a kiss! Alessandra didn't kiss him once and the spoiled fucker thinks his marriage is in shambles, this is what happens when you take someone static, compulsive, and obsessive, and give them a little affection, they get off on the wrong high. This morning, I needed Enzo to sign a few documents for me to push an export deal forward and so I came to his house. It was three in the morning and he had me sit in the living room for another two and a half hours because Ale was using him as a pillow and he wasn't getting out of bed until she awakened. I think he's taking this husband thing too far, even his wife agrees with me, and she scolded him for his behaviour. I love the effect she seems to have on him, she makes him sulk, the man has no emotions of his own. Everything is about her, Alessandra Valenti has been driving his emotions since he first caught a glimpse of her, and she

Don Romano My daughter is easily my biggest weapon, the stress I was under when I learned she had stopped spying on Enzo for me added a few more grey hairs to my head. I've not raised Alessandra by myself, she spent a few good years with my father-in-law the Pakhan who shaped her into what I deem perfection. Five good years at a secret elite academy that trains mafia children to be the best enforcers, trackers, weapon strategists, infiltration agents and Lolita to name a few, she came back a changed person. Alessandra speaks over two hundred languages, fluently, she can manhandle someone three times her size and the girl has an impressive cognitive. I always knew she was the smartest of all my children, but putting her in that boarding school in Russia made her thrive, she was too in every category, from hacking downright to seduction. Alessandra is God's gift to me and Satan's punishment to her mother. I'm glad Enzo broke her heart, something I didn't know she had up until a week

This dress is longer than the first, so I grab a pair of shoes—red-bottom strappy heels that stole my heart the second I saw them. Enzo says nothing as I put them on; he watches closely. I walk to him, cheeks flushed and anger trickling inside me from his silence. I pause when I'm close enough, Enzo's eyes entrapping me but it's not the face I'm here to show him, it's the shoes. I lift my foot and press the sole of my heel against his chest, right on the heart. His gaze drops to it, and he cusses. “Fuck.” I can't help but smile at that, “Oh, so you can speak. I was worried you'd lost your speech, re mio.” I tease. “They're amazing, dolcezza.” “I know,” I try to sound nonchalant but the approval? It makes my heart flutter. “Did you think I was unimpressed?” he raises an eyebrow, removing the pillow from his lap. My lips part when I see the dent in his pants. “Sasha, my cock has been hard since you displayed how many items you got. Seeing you spend my money is so hot to me,”