Semua Bab Sinful Vows: The Mafia's Unholy Union : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Chapter 20VladimirI sat patiently in the club, a bottle of whiskey untouched on a table and a clean shot glass beside it. The place was still quiet as the party wouldn’t start until later in the evening, but the loud whispers from the ‘Marys’ standing in front of their poles while throwing flirtatious glances at me constantly reminded me that I wasn’t alone. I could tell that they were making bets about the first person I’d call to keep me company.A few months back, I wouldn’t have hesitated to cure my unease with multiple threesomes, chasing orgasms after orgasms, but currently what they did only reminded me of what they were– Call-girls who only wanted enough doughs while getting a good dick. Unfortunately, my dick was just for one woman whom I wasn’t sure would ever come back into my life.Since I was seated close to the entry, I knew when the door swung open and when a man, Igor, traipsed into the bar, his small eyes searching the empty seats for me. I whispered and immediatel

Chapter 22GuiliaWatching him trot out of the room with that annoying satisfied smirk plastered on his lips while replaying everything that happened made me want to disobey his wishes. I didn’t want to go downstairs for any surprise that he might have cooked up just to appease me and his conscience, but his outburst earlier was scary, bone-chilling to be precise and I wasn’t sure I had the energy to protest.Heaving a deep sigh of resignation, I picked myself up slowly from the ground, silently mourning the demise of my phone. It was only a day with Alessio, but I was beyond exhausted and then, he made it impossible to speak with the only man that would have helped me feel better.I shed a tear, walking in unsure and reluctant steps until I got to the bathroom and then I turned on the shower, allowing the water droplets of the water to wash off the smudge of depression that stuck to my skin so persistently.By the time I got out of our room, I was feeling way better than before. I c

Chapter 24GuiliaNo.It couldn’t just end so easily between us. How could I explain myself when I didn't even understand what was going on? Apparently, something had happened that night and Alessio had injected me with a drug that cleared every memory that I had about what happened just to keep me in a limbo and the worst part was his outright denial.My body shuddered hysterically with indescribable fury. One that clouded my vision and made my head throb. The second our eyes met; I was standing by the doorway, the security men who had been assigned to keep watch over the guests and ensure that no stranger got in nearly shielded my view, but I barreled through them, folding my arms as I kept my gaze fixed on the vile man who called himself my husband.A flicker of realization crossed his dark orbs and then he finished the last line of his speech, afterward passing the microphone to the anchor who implored the guests to give him an ovation. His lips stretched into a faux smile that d

Chapter 26GuiliaThe back of my head throbbed with a burning pain that didn’t want to stop no matter how many angles I tried to keep my head in. Worst still, when I turned again, I felt a twinge on my neck. It intensified with the breeze grazing against it and then I forced my eyes open.It had been shut for a while, maybe hours or days, but I couldn’t keep up with time because of the ache that didn’t stop spreading throughout my body.I almost jerked when my eyes made contact with another brown set gazing at me, in a probing, unsettling manner. She was a woman, I realized, through the softness of her face, the pointedness of her beautiful nose and the brown hair that framed her head. “You are finally awake,” She declared with relief, her lips spreading with a smile.My throat was parched as I tried to swallow, but I gulped anyway. When I was sure that my throat wouldn’t hurt if I tried to talk, I opened my mouth. “Who are you and why am I here?” My voice was gruff, I couldn’t even

Chapter 28VladimirThe room fell silent, Guilia picking her nails nervously. It was quite heartwarming that she wanted to see her son again, but I wondered what she felt about her friend, her parents and me. Her responses were in disarray. One minute, her attraction to me glared brightly, the next minute she was frustrated and angry, leaving me exhausted.“I want to know what he looks like. Do you have a picture of him?” She questioned, anticipation glimmering in her hazel orbs.“Of course, I do,” I answered, flashing my cell at her. Quickly, I clicked on my gallery, swiping across the numerous pictures I had of him. She pushed to her feet, advancing toward me with visible eagerness. I stopped at the picture of us I’d secretly taken when we were at the park, staring at it with so much longing and desire to return to the past to make things right.I was tired of regretting even when it wouldn’t do anything. Guilia snatched my phone and returned to her seat with Mama Audrey rising to