All Chapters of MY MAFIA SAVIOUR: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

She was spiralling again. Falling down the longest, most twisted rabbit hole to the depths of despair. That fucking shoebox. She hated it and all the happy people smiling back at her day after day after day. They were mocking her. Setting her up for failure. Her mind was frazzled, she could feel it leading her down a path of self destruction. So she called Stefano at twelve-forty in the middle of the night, to which he came to her without any fuss making it to her within ten minutes. "Babe what's wrong?" Making his own way into the penthouse she was sitting on the floor, the coffee table had been moved, the notebook was beside her and photos were covering every inch of the cosy rug. She looked like a mess. "I'm so sorry!" She sobbed uncontrollably, it was clear she had been crying for at least a solid half hour. "I know I'm being stupid, and I shouldn't bother you, and you gave me time to cry it out but-" "No... This is good..." He encouraged coming closer, shoving some of

"I'm thinking coffee and breakfast at this hour." Stefano stated, glancing over Rosalia now in the front passenger seat. He knew Giovanni didn't want her travelling up front, not after her incident with Luca, but if there was one thing Stefano was learning about Rosalia, if he wanted to stay ahead, he'd have to let her have her way on occasion."So? What are you feeling?" He continued, "pancakes? Eggs? Pastries? Please say pastries! I know the best place!"Rosalia squirmed in her seat a little awkwardly shifting the material of the yellow sundress between her legs. "I'm not hungry... Pretty beat actually!"sundress between her legs. "I'm not hungry... Pretty beat actually!""I bet..." An awkward cough leaving him as he sped down the dark streets rapidly, the city lights coming into view in the far distance."And I don't need to hear about it! Just a thank you will suffice!" He stated, with a playful wink tilting his head towards her. "Now come on and choose something or I'm taking us s

She didn't feel good about the events suddenly unfolding before her, but she told herself she had no choice as Rosalia rummaged through one of her fiancés safes located within the walk in wardrobe in the bedroom. Giovanni had trusted her with the combination, encouraged her to keep her passport and various other documents within the unit. She was surprised to find cash not only in American dollars, but in Euro, and a lot of it! Shoving envelopes full of money in the lining of her small sized suitcase, she hoped Stefano wouldn't question why she was packing so heavy for an overnighter. Pushing down the guilt within her, she continued with the task, throwing in various items of clothing hoping she would have the strength to go through what she believed she had to go through. The rational side of her screamed at her to stop and think, begged her! But the part of her that longed for Giovanni, told her to persevere and throw caution to the wind and hope it didn't come back to slap he

She had booked flights all over the place. Russia, Canada, Italy - including various internal connections. It was clear she was trying to send him on a wild goose chase, making various bookings on various passports, her Italian and American. If this didn't flag the TSA he didn't know what would. But lucky for Stefano, he had a very close friend who could normally shed some light on situations regarding flights. And after that friend came up empty with Elisa, he knew he would have to work twice as hard this time around. "You're kidding me!" His contact sighed through the receiver groaning impatiently. "Why the fûck has she been booked on so many flights? Is she fucking dangerous?" "Don't be ridiculous!" Stefano spat matching his impatience. "She's just a regular person, well Gio's woman, but regular nonetheless." "Gio? Jesus fucking Christ!" "Hey!" Stefano yelled into the phone instantly regretting the mention of Giovanni "You don't talk about this to anyone, not even Gio, underst

Stefano groaned while simultaneously letting out a desperate well deserved breath. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead while he panted his next few breaths still holding the small body in front of him. One tightly squeezed fist on the ground before him and slightly to his left side, while the open palm of his other hand remained around her, keeping Sonia joined to him as he remained still needing a moment to regroup. "Ho-holy shít!" Sonia practically continued to moan as she realised her body in its current state no longer belonged to her. Somewhere along the line and without even knowing it, she could no longer control the pending orgasm Stefano had cockily promised she'd reach - and to spite him she had held off, refused to give him what he claimed he could easily get from her. And she was sure she gave him quite a run for his money, especially now as she felt his hot breath at her neck, clearly panting due to overexerting himself. But the moment he dragged her from the cou