The Mafia's Angel のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

In Il Cavaliere, the whole place boomed with loud music. Everyone was dancing and grinding, but Don headed up the stairs to his VIP suite.Marcello, who had followed him inside, left him to talk with the bartender. Shortly after Don had entered the room, Marcello entered with two girls, a brunette and a blonde. His boss was already downing shots of tequila, unconcerned about who had entered, and when Marcello left.The two ladies walked up to him in sexy lingerie, each by his side. They sat next to him and began sexually caressing his body.When Don got into the mood, he dumped the pint glass on the table and took turns pressing their breasts. With his hand, he removed the blonde girl's breast from her bra and took it in his mouth, sucking on it with pleasure. The other girl pulled her panties down and stepped out of it, revealing her dark pussy. She sat on the couch beside Don and spread her legs apart using her fingers to please herself. When Don was done, he turned to the brune

“Any news on the target?” a voice asked as a man entered. The entire room was dark and concealed in it was one of the most feared men in the whole of New York City. He sat in a chair, his legs on the large table before him as he sucked on his smoking pipe.“Yes, sir,” the man answered, approaching him and bending to whisper something in his ear.The man grinned. He was pleased to hear it.“Tell the men to prepare to greet him,” he hesitated, then continued with a grin, “I can not wait to meet an old friend.”The man nodded and walked away without replying. ***The following morning, Julia woke up beaming.“Today would be great!” She said with a smile. It was so weird that she could be this happy after shedding lots of tears last night.Recalling that, she hurried to examine her face in the mirror. Of course, it was bloated and red, as she had expected. The sight of it was really noticable and she thought of what to use to conceal it. Out of nowher

Julia sat by her bedside table observing closely the beautiful flowers in the garden. She had never paid attention to them before, not even while she was running away, but now she was engrossed in them as they swayed in the breeze's direction.Hours had passed since the boss instructed her to go to her room. She had been all alone, doing nothing except observing the flowers.“Miss Julia,” someone called.She turned to look, it was one of the servants in charge of the kitchen. She walked in holding a tray of food in her hands. When Julia spotted her, she rose up and approached her, locking the door behind her.“What brings you here ma'am?” She asked the lady. Unlike her, the lady had black hair and a freckled face, yet she was stunning.“You can call me Paloma. After all, we are of the same age.” She paused, then continued, “The boss has requested that we bring you food and water.”Julia glanced at the food on the table. “Why would he do that?” She asked, then turned to face Paloma, “W

“Boss, we have just caught sight of two of Don's men.” One of Martin's men, his aide, said to him as he entered the spacious office situated in Martin's home. It was not much in comparison to Don's luxurious office because he hardly utilized it, but at least it was an office with a desk and chair.The man smiled as he rested his legs on the desk before him. He trusts his stepbrother to not let his guard down. It has been long ago but Don was still careful enough to not put his full trust in him. He smiled again and puffed some smoke from his mouth. “They seem to be keeping a trail on you, sir” The man said.“What should we do to them?” Martin asked, looking up from his cigarette.“I say we kill them boss,” He answered sternly.Kill them? That will be a good way to keep them out of his private life. But then he gave it another thought: Don might suspect a thing. His action would be too sudden and his stepbrother would definitely find out about it which would result in something even

Upon entering the study area, Don noticed his uncle sitting at his desk with a smoking pipe in his hand and his legs crossed on the desk. The man appears to have a fierce look, similar to his father. After all, they are brothers. From where Don stood, he observed his uncle's physical appearance. From his well-combed hair to his scarred face and chest, which peeked through his upper unbuttoned shirt.“Why do you keep standing?” His uncle's voice boomed as he looked up.Don had forgotten that the man had an acute awareness of his surroundings. He strode to one of the couches situated at one side of the room and sat down.“You requested to see me.” Don said and crossed his legs.“And you took some time getting here. You should be aware by now that I am quite time concerned.”Despite his old age, Mr. Gonzalez was still not tolerable. He is a man of his words, and he wants others to follow suit, particularly his family members.“I’m sorry sir,” Don said and bowed his head.The respect he