Semua Bab Angel In The Mafia’s Hell : Bab 61 - Bab 70

SummerMya and I jumped in our seats as the front door slammed shut, the sound echoing through the living room like a gunshot. Nicholas's footsteps were heavy and deliberate, each step resonating with his barely contained rage.Mya rubbed Aurelio’s back soothingly as he sat on her lap, trying to calm him. "Let’s get you ready for bed," she said. Mya lifted him into her arms and glanced down at me. "Just give him a minute," she murmured."You can always sleep with us. He may need the space tonight," she added.I nodded and smiled, the knot in my stomach tightening.Mya pressed a kiss to Aurelio's forehead, whispering goodnight to me before leaving the room.Serafina was sitting on the recliner, her hands wringing together anxiously, and she offered me a wry smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes."Do you think everything is okay?" I ventured."No, Summer," she began, her tone solemn. “What you must understand about this life with Nicholas is that it will never be normal. I know you lov

The rhythm of our bodies became a sensual dance. Summer rode me like a porn star, her hips moving in perfect sync with mine. Our moans filled the room, and the heat between us built, our bodies glistening with sweat.With a sultry glance, she arched her back, exposing her body to my hungry gaze. She moved her arms behind her to brace herself, resting on the mattress beside my legs. I tucked my arms behind my head, watching her.The pace quickened and Summer's breath became ragged. I could feel her closeness, her need mirroring my own. I sat up, wrapping my arms tightly around her. Our bodies moved as one, our hearts pounding in unison.I buried my head between her breasts. “You feel so good," I whispered. I pulled one of her breasts into my mouth, lavishing it with my tongue, biting gently, claiming her. Her sharp intake of breath told me she felt the same undeniable connection.The familiar, delicious tension built in my body, signaling my impending release. "Are you ready, baby?" I

A glint on the right caught my eye, and I looked down and noticed a woman’s lifeless eyes staring at me. She was lying motion-still, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, a pool of blood slowly spreading around her. My gaze shifted to the man, his body slumped over hers, a fatal gunshot wound to the back of his skull. They both looked to be in their twenties, and that’s when I saw her engagement ring in a box beside her head. He must’ve been here to propose; now in one moment, their happily ever after had been taken away.Suddenly, a little girl’s voice rang out, and a mother sobbed, asking someone to let her baby go. I grabbed the mirror Lorenzo was using and stuck it out far enough around the wall to get a view of one of the assholes holding a little girl’s hair with his fist and a shiny metal gun to her temple. The girl’s chubby cheeks were drenched with tears that cascaded down her face like a fierce, unstoppable storm. Two other gunmen stood nearby with their machine guns poin

After releasing a breath, I hesitantly opened the box. Tears sprang to my eyes when I saw what was inside. The box was filled with pastel envelopes, numbers written on them in numerical order, all wrapped in burlap string. There was one for each year since I was born. Underneath the letters were pictures of just me, Mom while she was pregnant with me, and Dad. I unwrapped the string and sucked in a breath while looking over my mother’s signature. The delicate strokes moved straight up and down with a slant, like a teacher’s handwriting. I wished Mom was still alive to give me pointers on how to deal with Nicholas and everything else. Pushing those thoughts aside, I began to read my mother’s words. When I reached letter eighteen, my heart sank to my stomach.My dear loving daughter,From the moment you entered my life, you became my reason to fight until the very end of my days. But it's time to tell you the truth about me, your father, and where you come from. Please find it in your h

As soon as I opened the basement door, her sweet voice pierced the heavy air like an arrow aimed straight at my heart. “Can I please use the bathroom?” she asked, her tone edged with a hint of desperation that made my stomach twist.I took slow, deliberate steps down the stairs. The dim light revealed her figure, hunched slightly in her chair. The sight made my chest tighten.Summer raised her head, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, a pleading smile ghosting across her beautiful face. "Nicholas, please," she begged.Lips I kissed many times.Lips that breathed life into my dark soul.She gave me the kiss of life. The first woman who revived my cold and lifeless heart, only to rip it out of my chest and leave it for the hell hounds to feast on.She played me well.And I fell for her bullshit.Her eyes were bloodshot from the crying she’d been doing since she left my office.I pulled the knife from my pocket and knelt before her. Her golden-brown eyes that were once bright like hon