All Chapters of MAFIA’S SURROGATE MISTRESS: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Alessandro stood at his bedroom patio the next morning, hands fused into his pocket as the cold morning breeze wafted through him like a mocking reminder of the storm and ache waging a war in his chest. He was all dressed up in something casual and ready to drive out of the villa that had turned into hell for him in the past twelve hours. He hadn't even checked up on Louisa. Stepping into the bedroom two doors away would mean peeling off scabs from a fresh injury.His phone rang in his pocket and when he reached for it, Eric’s number was displayed. “What's the report?” His voice was ragged like wheels grinding on stones.“Get here now, Don. We are fucked.” The door slammed shut behind Alessandro as he forced his legs down to the room Louisa had spent the night in. He knocked once. Twice. Thrice. Only silence and the echoes of the heavy thump of his knuckle on the door responded. “Louisa,” He called, her name tasting like something bittersweet in his mouth.With his patience runn

“It’s all gone.” “Everything!” Alessandro slammed his foot into his car tyres. Once. Twice. Then several times. “This is bullshit!” Eric clicked his teeth sharply in rage. Their faces held anger, temples ticking with a dangerous rhythm, as the men scrambled around the empty warehouse and tarmac—in search of the Russians. They were gone. Nowhere in sight. The airport tarmac lay silent and dreadful, littered with abandoned van trucks from where the stolen cargoes had been. One of the soldiers burst out through the warehouse door, rifle in hand. “There’s nothing, Boss.” Alessandro’s stiff fingers popped open two buttons of his shirt as cruel heat rippled through him, his black shirt clinging to strained muscles. They had moved quicker than lightning itself. Speed limits climbed on wet asphalt as they hurried to track the Russians using the GPS log, only to drive into a dry warehouse yawning with emptiness. Alessandro’s shoulders crouched over the hood of his car for a beat, palm

A low grunt awoke Louisa as her head jerked slowly from a deep slumber. She mumbled against the duct tape strapped on her lips, her breath cutting in short rasps.When her eyes snapped open, they met darkness at first, with her head dropped against the car’s glass. She pushed herself up and stared hazily at the tinted glass to see her sweat dripping down.She was drenched in it. With her hands still bound tightly to her back. At this point, her limbs threatened to fall off.The thick heat in the confined space of the car, with no means of ventilation, threatened to cut off oxygen from her lungs.Until she heard heavy thuds of boots outside, and then the windscreen being punched in.Her eyes snapped to her side, shoulders sagging with subtle relief when she saw Seth slamming a rifle’s barrel into the windscreen. A minute later, the glass smashed open and his arm looped in, fingers finding the car’s lock and opening it.A wave of cold wind washed through her heat-drenched body, drawing

‘SURGERY IN PROGRESS’The red light burned above the operating theatre as soon as the doors closed on Alessandro being transferred onto the surgical table, and the operating indication lights flashed on in silver hues.Eric staggered into the dark hallway, vision distorted and tunneled. His blood pressure dropped, and his dark countenance paled. A few medical team swarmed around him and, despite his opposition, they numbed him with IV analgesia and mild sedation.The hospital was in a total shutdown to outsiders. Injured men swarmed the ER along with nurses tending to their injuries. Pain shot through the atmosphere, loud groans filled the rooms, and different varieties of bloodied ammunition were pulled out of flesh and hit surgical plates.A few hours later, Alaric sat in the private ER ward, jaw locked tight to suppress the painful groan clogging his chest. The doctor made a short incision on his biceps and pulled the tiny metal free with forceps—dark red blood flowed and soaked th

By the time Louisa was up the next day, most of the chaos had long died down. Only an unsettling kind of calm filled the atmosphere. She woke up with sunken eyes and a throat that burned from hours of being dry. Next to her, voices hushed lowly, and when she tilted her neck in their direction, she saw a doctor and then her sister—in a disheveled state. “It’s an acute stress reaction. Hopefully it doesn’t go into PTSD.” She heard. A tear rolled down her cheek and when she tried to quietly sit up, the bed creaked beneath her. “Louisa?” Lilian spun back to her bedside, face hovering above hers with worry heavy on it. She didn’t reply at first. Even when Lilian helped her sit up fully, she moped into space. “Miss Delaney, how do you feel?” the doctor chimed in, voice light and cheery. Louisa cast a dead glance at the woman. “Read the room, doctor,” she snapped in a low voice, the impact of her words cutting. “How can you smile at me like that when my world is falling apart?” Her b