Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wanted By An Alpha And A Mafia : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

“Huh? What do you mean?” She asked, brows drawn in confusion, while he maintained the plain, emotionless look. “Do you have a place to stay?” His tone had that deep roughness only a man who just woke up could possess. In fact, he looked exactly like book characters in the morning (unrealistically still hot even after twirling and turning on the bed). His hair was all ruffled, but in a way that any lady would drool over. Then with his shirtless upper body, exposing that thickness he possessed… Okay yeah, everyone's got to admit, Mafia or not, he was hot. ‘Snap out of it. You're here jobless and homeless yet all your senseless brain can think about is how handsome a criminal is’ That shook her out of whatever world she'd dozed off to. To prevent embarrassment, she was quick to reply to his comment. “N-No? But-But I was thinking I could go search for a hotel to lodge or something.” “You don't have any money.” He reminded, causing her to suck in a breath just by recalling how thos

Reene woke up the next morning to what was probably the best sleep of her life. For a moment, while being swallowed by the softest bed ever, it felt like all that'd happened to her didn't exist. She even woke up the next morning with a grin. And if it wasn't for the knock on the door, then she most certainly would've lived there forever. “It's open,” she stood up, then wore the slippers she'd met last night. Same with the pink nightgown she had on. When she'd gotten in the previous day, the entire room was very much ready for her presence. It was beautifully decorated with things she'd need. Clothes, towels, toothbrush, a TV and many more. This was making it hard for her to want to leave. The door opened and Lisa walked in, followed by Umrai. "Good morning." Umrai greeted cheerily, moving to stand beside her. "How was your sleep?" “It was nice.” Very. "We have come to lead you to the dining table for breakfast, but from the look of things, you're obviously not ready yet."

Reene stared at the flat tires. “What happened?” “I might've hit something sharp.” He glanced at the time on his watch, then muttered something under his breath, before taking his phone and walking off to the other side of the car where he gave someone a call. She watched him the entire way, and again, neither noticed the motorcycle that drove past them. The biker had tossed a pin to the tire, but most certainly didn't expect Jaxon to come out of it. He didn't know Don had been the one driving the car. No way was he going to be stupid by killing someone possibly related to the world's strongest Mafia. Assassin or not, his life was important to him. But once in an unnoticeable distance, he stopped the bike then tried to listen to their conversation. How was the Mafia guy related to Reene? Jaxon returned, his expression a little stern. “Owen will arrive soon.” She nodded, then noticed him glance at his watch once again. If it wasn't for how awkward standing beside him in such

“Oh what a nice look that is.” Anna said, carrying her seven months old son in hand while dressed in an Irish cloth. “Thanks.” Reene glanced at herself in the mirror. The spaghetti handle gown, barely covering her nipples and too short, she could see her spiderman underwear. “Is this what you wear to your wedding? That's sad.” Reene's childhood dream cat sauntered in, fur a beautiful dark gold with eyes brighter than light and size five foot nine. “Now dear, it is time.” The wedding hall door swung open, and clad in the most beautiful white gown any female had ever worn, Reene walked down the aisle with her cat. “Take care of her for me.” The cat sniffed in as though emotional, before handing Reene over to her groom. Slowly, he turned, a smile playing on the groom, Zayne's lips. “Told you we'll get married in San Antonio.” “What? I'm not getting married to you.” She tore the gown revealing SpongeBob socks underneath, then began running. What she’d have preferred was to be as fas

Jaxon took a sharp inhale, the tip of the cigarette hanging right in between his lips. He didn't need to pull it out before a large cloud of smoke left his mouth. One that made the short, gaunt looking red haired sitting in front of him almost choke out a cough. But Owen, who stood beside him, didn't move a muscle. He was used to it. “So… any update?” Jaxon's tone came out scrubby from the stick in mouth. Another exhale filled their area of the dim lit bar with smoke. “Not much has been going on in there sir.” Hadar, also known as Tyn to the Blodcard, replied. Hadar Hugust was one of the SAM under Jaxon's men. He worked undercover as the enforcer in Blodcard's territory and was very trusted by Agle. That made things easier for Jaxon to get access to Agle's territory. Jaxon took the cigarette in hand, then glanced at Hadar. “Reene's house got burned. Does Blodcard have anything to do with that?” “No sir, he hasn't executed any plans yet. I don't think he has anything to do w