All Chapters of STUCK WITH THE MAFIA TWINS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

“Chelsea, I want these files signed and stamped by tomorrow morning, understood?” My boss growled, dropping tons of heartbreaking papers on my palm. “Yes boss.” I breathed, irritated as hell. This man stands on my nerves everyday and he knows it. ‘Your evil looks can’t hurt me. I’m your boss.’ Those are his favorite words. I turned around to walk away but his eerie voice called me back. “Chelsea,” I could feel him smirk at how disgusted I am of him. I turned around again, counting the seconds with urgency. “I’ll need you to get ready, we have very important visitors coming tomorrow. I don’t want stupid excuses. Am I understood?” I nodded slightly and walked away, cursing him under my breath. From being the owner of a coffee shop in Italy to being a yes-man in the US? Somethings are worth dying for, and my elder sister, Marie, is first on that list. Nothing prepared me for the shivering cold that enveloped me after hearing her sharp cries and a sudden deafening silence few se

The morning sun appeared as fast as lightning. As much as I tried to lift my weight off the bed, it remained impossible. The pleasurable pain of a few hours ago spiraled across my body. My nipples perked at the thought of everything. Whoever this stranger is, sure knows how to use his tongue. “So Chelsea, you do know you owe me, right?” His firm voice itched my ear. “How?” I yawned, pulling the bedcover over my naked body. “You can’t remember our bet last night? I gave you one hour and while you were crazy good, you still don’t know my name neither have you seen my face.” He replied, dressing up. The thought of having to go to work flashed my mind and weakened my spirit. “So, how much do I owe you?” I laughed, standing up. “We can’t put a price on it just yet. First, deliver my message to your father. Tell him, a second strike might take his life.” He swiftly left the room. Scared, cold stranded, I stood gaping into thin air. What’s my father’s deal with this man? I pick

“Wake up, Chelsea!” A strong palm tapped me severally on my foot till I blinked my eyes open. The very clear difference in environment hit me as I sat up, stretching and mentally calculating. I looked around for a bit till my eyes fell on the mask, for the umpteenth time! In an attempt to scurry away, a hand held me back. “Where do you think you're going?” I know that voice. It’s too familiar, too close for comfort! Ricci Rutherford. I slowly turned my head, somehow wishing I could disappear before we lock eyes but it’s too late. We locked eyes; his gaze piercing into mine, searching for unknown answers. “Remember me?” He laughed like anything about this is funny. “Where am I? What are you doing here?” I finally managed to ask, looking around in added confusion. “Did you just ask me what I am doing? In my house? Well Chelsea, I live here.” He smirked, leaning towards me. “Excuse me? Why the hell am I in your house?” I shouted, stressed and frustrated.

Which Chelsea? I took a deep breath and gently kicked my foot against the door in an attempt to push it open but I hesitated my movements afterwards, trying to catch a reaction from them. As expected, the other person hurried out as I heard Ricci cursing under his breath. He quickly sat up and I made my way to the bed, trying my hardest to act normal. “How long were you in there?” Ricci finally asked after several minutes of haunting silence. “Five,” I replied, getting comfortable on the bed. “Son of a bitch,” he muttered aggressively before storming out. This name ‘Giovanni’ has come up too many times and it’s not in any way comfortable. I knew Ricci is a killer but who is this ‘Chelsea’ he is trying to kill? As I shut my eyes, everything became real- so real and so loud. “Go downstairs, Chelsea!” My mother screamed in fear, as she held onto my younger sister in desperation. “They are downstairs too,” I replied, crying and shaking under the t