Alle Kapitel von His Blue-Eyed Obsession (The Mafia Don And The Nun): Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

Selena’s POV“You look beautiful,” Leonard complimented before opening the car door for me.“The extra time I took isn’t a waste after all,” I said, smiling faintly as I slipped in.He got into the car too, pressed a few buttons, and soft music began to play. I adjusted myself on the seat and rested my back comfortably, enjoying the calm drive. My shoulders relaxed as I listened to the cool music.He drove through the busy roads. Cars were buzzing, and the noises and chatter of people filled the air. I felt Leonard glancing at me. I turned and met his cute smile.I smiled back softly without saying a word. The drive felt like forever, and when I got tired of just sitting down and waiting to reach our destination, I asked a question.“Are we not there yet?” I asked.“Just a little patience, pretty miss. I promise you will like it. We are going somewhere fun.”“Fun? Where?” I asked anxiously.“You will see,” he replied.The car became silent again, except for the faint noise outside. Le

Lorenzo’s POV“Did you think you were too mighty to beg?” Augustine said, his hand gripping my neck so tightly.I didn’t utter a word nor plead for him to let go. I knew better not to beg; in our world, begging makes you weak. It makes you accept defeat, and I am not going to accept defeat, not now, not ever.I stretched my hand to reach for his chest, to reach for the area where his artificial heart is placed. Maybe a pain in his chest would buy me more time, but before I could reach for his heart, his hand grabbed mine, breaking my wrist.I tried to bite back the pain I felt, not ready to look like a weakling in front of him. In the middle of everything, my eyes noticed something weird, something different. His eyes were not like ours; they had light beaming from them—artificial eyes. This is crazy. He had modified his body with technology to have advanced power.“You are nothing but a living machine,” I mocked. “You are a coward who wouldn’t have been alive without those pieces of

Diva’s POV I applied more gloss to my lips, adjusted my dress to be more revealing before stepping into the hospital. The cold air of the AC brushed through my skin, my nose breathed in the smell of medicine and antiseptic of the hospital.At the reception, doctors and nurses run around attending to patients' needs, chatters, prayers and noises echoed in the air. An old woman sat down at the far end of the reception, her hair all grey, her hands sipping the rosary as she echoed a prayer. My eyes turned to the crying babies I couldn’t but noticed, and I watched as mothers tried to calm them down by giving them breast milkMy face curled up in disgust at how exhausted the woman looked. Well, they brought that to themselves. No child has ever sucked on my breast, I can’t let them make my breast sag. When I gave birth to Max, he had cried and cried for my breast milk, but I had denied. Frustrated, I had run away, leaving Max on the baby cot that faithful day. After a week, I had returned

Selena’s POVHours have turned into days, and days are gradually turning into weeks, yet there is still no sight of Lorenzo. I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss him. He somehow manages to make me think about him every second. Every move I take, everywhere I go, and every place I look at reminds me of him.My eyes stared at the window, the very place Mr sinner likes making his entry. The rays of the sun shine through the small hole in the window, settling across my face.I lay back on the bed, since today is a resting day, but even my little rest on the bed still has a way of reminding me about him. The smell of his cologne still lingers on the bed. I breathe in his scent, hugging the pillow tightly.The more I inhale his scent, the more I recall everything we’ve done together, the way he smirks at me, the way he is so possessive, the way he touches me and the way he did every dirty thing to me in bed.My hand pressed on my boobs as I tried to feel the way I felt when Lorenzo touc

Diva’s POVImmediately I stepped out of the room, my hand loosed its hold on Max, eyes darkened while I dragged him by his clothes towards the storage room.The old storeroom was filled with dust thick enough to cause fleas. Cobwebs hung around the corners and the ceilings. The old shelf, which was about to collapse, was the only tangible thing in the store. My feet kicked on the piles of boxes laying on the doorway. A puff of dust filled the air the moment I kicked the box, my hand covered my nose; I wouldn’t want to inhale dust.I watched as Max breathed in the dust. I didn’t even make an attempt to cover his nose or shield him from the dust.The dust soon clouded his throat, his eyes watered and his throat burned, and he coughed out in pain.“Mummy,” he cried, voice sounding shaky.My eyes narrowed at him, a warning to keep his mouth shut. He folded his lips together, preventing any more words from slipping out.“Do you know what you did?” I asked.“No, mother, it’s scary here, loo