All Chapters of The Mafia's Princess Returns: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Everything looked perfect before I stepped out of the car. Men like Mr. Cole always think they can move women around because they have money, I have heard of his rude and saucy statement about women who work their own monies from his numerous interviews and I must say that each time I watched him speak the bile in my stomach increased, my chest popped and boiled with the anger that at this age there’s a man somewhere who still thinks women can not make their own from legit sources. I have been abandoned by my family and the reason I have to work half as hard as I do is because I don’t want my son going stranded or lured by some age mates into the life I ran away from. Thank goodness he is smart and is doing great for his age. With my bag clutched to my right hand I headed straight through the entrance door of the lounge.The hall was quite busy with customers at the restaurant area. I most put into consideration the alluring ambience that held the grandeur to a stand still. Mr. Cole

After we left the scene she turned to face me with fear in her eyes.“Where are you taking me? I don't even know you”.I continued driving without looking at her for a second.“Trust me kid this is for your own good”. I answered her almost in a chalant way. She wiped off the tears that filled her eyes and looked out the window.“Look I know this is going to sound really foolish but I saw what he did. I could tell that not you but you don't have a choice than do what he wants from you. This is a game”.“I know that but this is my life and I feed from this because nobody ever cares about me or about my brother. Stop the car!” Her tone was loud, rude and resistant.I rolled my head in a circular motion but continued to drive the car without any attempt to stop.“I said, stop the damn car!” She yelled again.“Look kid, we can't do that now. It's not safe. At least not for me but for you. I am doing this to protect you”.She snapped the moment she heard these words. “I don't need your help.

News of Mr. Cole's death had spread around the entire city. Nathan was well and recuperating on the bed while Kiara and I sat on the couch. Sharon was with Gio in the private home I had put them in just to keep my son safe. I mean no one would know I did it but I had to protect my child first from anything that might occur just in case. This isn't Sicily and things are done very smoothly and orderly here. Thankfully there were no CCTV cameras in his office or the corridor leading to his office so no one will ever suspect besides it's a lounge section anyone could have done it and ran off. We were just laughing about something funny when the news came on again with Mr. Cole's face on the screen and then a picture of another guy who had been declared wanted.Kiara gave me a blank stare, I couldn't just read what was in her heart but I could tell she despised Mr. Cole and men like him just like I did.“Who's that guy?” I asked, quite oblivious about who he was and why he was being assoc

After the whole charade at the office, I decided to stop by a bar to get a couple of drinks before heading home. The bar wasn't filled with many people, however there were a couple of people having a good time on the side.“Hey, Billy, can I get a drink?”. I waved at the bartender from the table I was sitting just by the corner. He smiled, giving me a sharp nod. The color lights cascading their beautiful shades on our faces and body. The chandeliers hung in the nicely crafted ceilings. I played with my phone and hoped no one would call to interrupt my most quiet moment. Soon the bar came with a bottle of Whiskey and a glass.“Don't worry man, I got this”, I held his hand gently and he bowed with a smile to welcome my help.“You haven't stopped by in a while. Do you need some soup to cool off? The weather is a little bit chilly. The season is fast approaching”.I laughed hard “You know so much about the seasons don't you?” I asked him and he looked me straight in the eye.“You know I h

The casino lights flickered into all directions. The music blaring in the background and the air filled with diverse flavours of cigar and alcohol. Faint whispers from the little groups created on each side of the hall and the sudden loud screams when a mate wins a bet. On the other end of the hall was the snooker board and its lovers by the side with their sticks striking the balls on the board. I was dressed in a black suit and a black hat. My big cigar rests in my lower lip while I clip the top with my upper lip. Spider and Dragon by side at tmy b ck and call for any order I give. When it was my turn to play with my opponent, I placed the bag of money on the table. A good bait to entice anyone who was in the game. You know what they say about greed and money? The human wants and needs are insatiable and the wealthy play gambling and bets not because they don't have money but because they want to get more or even deliberately rip the weak of what they have. It's a calculated way of