Semua Bab Sold To The Ruthless Mafia Don: Bab 71 - Bab 80

RUE The meeting starts slowly and a tad boring, but as the minutes pass, I find myself immersed in the details of the campaign strategy. “Almost every politician is willing to play the race card,” a man in a deep blue suit says, “And that is why we will tap into it. Mr Vanilli's heritage isn't necessarily meant to give us leverage, it is meant to give us equal standing. So far, a majority of his opponents rising have either different, or mixed heritages compared to us the whites.” I blink, looking around. He continues his speech, “I know we already have the fact that his family has built a wonderful reputation, and business line over the years. Also, it is all too obvious that he has an Italian heritage. Sometimes, the people still need a little reminder. We don't necessarily need to shove it into their faces, we just have to make it known.” The room goes silent, “I believe I stand with him,” I speak up for the first time. All eyes turn to me, and I get to my feet. “Rue, you

RUEHis lips are warm, and soft. “I've missed you,” he whispers,“Me too.” He breaks the kiss and stares into my eyes. “It's weird, isn't it? We have been together all week, yet it feels like we have been apart.”I touch his biceps gently, “It's because everything has been such a ruckus. Your father's health, the numerous deals, and now the campaign preparation. It's all very stressful, especially for you.”I can't wait to get the conversation over with. I need him in me.“We will make it work, but we really do need that vacation.” He says, caressing a strand of my hair. “We need some time alone.” he places a kiss on my neck“Mhm. I know, we really do.” I agree, touching the nape of his neck.He cups my face again, and this time his kiss is anything but gentle. It is needy, warm, and filled with desire. I part my lips, giving him more access.His hands drift up my shirt, and I feel him unclasp my bra in a moment.Gently, his hands expertly take my top over my head. He tosses it to

RUE Meetings can be so boring.I clench my jaw, trying to resist the sixteenth urge to yawn.Claire repeats a sentence thrice, and despite the fact that she keeps saying it, my brain can't get a grasp of it.Who knew politics could be this boring?I stare at the door, considering slipping out. I have already escaped this hellhole thrice today, and it's not yet time for lunch. If I leave one more time, it'll be too obvious that I am uninterested which would be awkward because I fought tooth, and nail to be here.“Politics is so boring…” I say in a hollow tone,Claire turns to me, “Did you say something?” She asks,I shake my head. “No, not at all.” She continues to go over the structures and make adjustments.It takes a while before it is time for lunch. “Alright people,” she says, dropping the file in her hands, “This lunch break is just for an hour. I need everyone here as soon as it is over. I don't want anyone even thirty minutes late.” She orders,From the corner of my eye, I n

RUEAlessandro places his hands around the child, and he pauses for a moment.“This is the most confusing question I have ever heard in my life,” he says. He wipes Bianca's face, and drops the baby formula to his side.I clamp my lips shut, trying to ignore the way my heart is pounding in my chest. I need a response from him now.“I don't understand what you're saying.” He speaks after another moment of silence,“I'm asking if you will still love me even when we have children.” I repeat.He goes silent, yet again. I can see his brows burrowed deep into his forehead.“Of course, I will.” He finally answers, “What would make you think otherwise?”I chew gently on my lower lip. “Rue….” He calls out slowly,“My father stopped loving my mother after I was born. She said it was because I brought on too many bills, responsibilities, and I caused them to grow distant. It caused her to hate me because my father no longer loved her. I am worried that someday that could be us. I mean, we didn'

RUE Dear Lord, please tell me there's another Rue in this family…I quickly look away from the list, directing my attention to Bianca. In an attempt to escape, I pull her off my husband's lap. “I should probably take her for a walk,” I slip the statement in while getting to my feet.“Please sit,” Alessandro's authoritative tone stops me midway. With no further argument, I obey. “I will have to consult everyone on this list,” he says to the doctor, “there is no guarantee anyone would offer, and I wouldn't expect them to, but we can try.”“Alright. I await the feedback.”“In the meantime, my father can leave now right?”“He absolutely can. I will inform the nurses to work on getting him discharged.”We both get to our feet, exchange handshakes with the doctor and walk out. As soon as we are out, I poke Alessandro in his side abdomen.“What was that for?!” He grunts,“Take my name off that fucking list.”“It's not verified if you're a perfect match,”“And even if it was, I wouldn't c