Lahat ng Kabanata ng Unaccidental Mafia Bride : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Grandma Alexakis took Prim out of the bedroom, and the guards stood still. The old lady had an air of authority as unnerving as her grandsons'.She took Prim to her quarters, and they watered the old lady’s potted plants together.She told Prim bits and pieces about Egan and Eli’s childhood. Prim did not miss that the woman carefully avoided giving too many details about Ruben Alexakis, Egan’s father.But with the scraps of information she pieced together, she realized the man had been such a demon, he made Egan look like a saint.She listened quietly, soaking up as much information as she could get about this family. Around noon, they shared a meal and, as they ate, the old lady said, “Your hair is beautiful. You should take more care of it.” Prim blushed in embarrassment and nodded.“When last did you visit the salon?”“When I went to Peru,” Prim responded.“Before that?” Prim looked up from her plate. Did the old lady think she was a bum because she saw her hair unkept some hou

Prim looked at Joan, remembering her from that night on the underground shuttle.So she and Egan were still friends?She knew who Egan truly was and still liked him, even when she could get any hot Hollywood stars she liked.Prim felt Egan’s hand go around her waist and pull her close to him.“This is Egan’s wife, Joan. I doubt you have met.” Sam said.Joan finally let Egan go and turned her eyes to Prim. She looked at her from head down for more than a second.“That’s one hell of a body. Have you ever considered runway?” Joan said.A pleasure to meet you too, Madam Talent recruiter. How come it was the richest in society that lacked basic manners?“My wife will be no one’s exhibitionist.”“You did not seem to mind when we were together,” Joan responded.Well, you were not his wife. Hello? Take the hint. Was she this blind to cues too? It could not be a general women’s thing, could it?“Nice to meet you..?” Joan raised her eyebrows.“Primrose Alexakis.” Prim took her hand and shook it

(Trigger warning: Please skip if you find assault of any kind triggering).—-------------“Egan," Prim screamed as he dragged a bloodied Julian across the bathroom floor. She had screamed herself hoarse in the last twenty minutes, and in that time not one person had come in to see what was happening. His guards were out in the hallway though, and the music from the party had gotten so loud it drowned her voice.“Let him go.” She made the hundredth attempt to pull Egan away. But it was as useless as trying to move a big, heavy rock.Julian’s right eye was swollen shut now, and his breathing was raspy. She leaned down and picked up a piece of the shattered glass from the floor. The glass from the restroom mirror Egan had bashed Julian’s head against in the first five minutes.“I will slit my throat, and this will be all over.” She yelled over the chaos, and Egan froze.“Go on.” She said, furious and tossing her purse aside. “Touch him one more time, and you can continue keeping my co

Egan sat swiveling in his seat when Eli walked in. “Big brother.” Eli took a seat in his usual spot in the seating area. “I have to be in Vegas this evening.” He smiled.Egan watched him from this distance behind his desk, trying to see his little brother. The one with bright eyes, who had such a burst of energy from the moment he could walk.The boy who came home, and he never saw his mother again.“You might like this.” Eli leaned forward in his seat, smiling. He rarely smiled. “I have a new girlfriend. I think she is the real deal.” He leaned back, nodding in agreement with his assertion.Egan closed his eyes and leaned his head against the headrest, thinking. There were now many signs that he should leave the Mafia.Primrose, the children he planned to have with her, and Eli. His brother was getting rotten, and if he could not save himself, then he could attempt to save his brother at the very least.Maybe that is what he should have done all along. Save Eli.“Someone reveale

Prim managed to pretend that she was not bursting with curiosity for almost an hour.She and Grandma Alexakis had breakfast on her airy balcony that looked out to the front of the mansion.She politely listened to the casual conversation, waiting.“Oh dear. You look anxious.” Grandma Alexakis finally said, gently placing her teacup on the table like the perfect lady she was.“I just..” She stopped. “I’m not sure how to start this.”Prim nodded in encouragement. She would take anything well. There was nothing that could be worse than Mamita’s death, or finding out her husband was a ruthless Mafia lord.“I told you how much you remind me of a friend from my youth. Tough as a nail.”Prim nodded, wondering what any of this had to do with that friend.“She died some twenty years ago, but before then, we kept up with each other, sending emails and sometimes pictures of major events in our lives,” Grandma Alexakis said.Prim nodded, listening, watching the old lady attentively in the warm m