All Chapters of FORBIDDEN DEAL WITH THE MAFIA BOSS : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Lucille's POV I stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut behind me. I parked in a secluded spot. A mob was gathered before the building. I could feel the hostility coming from them. I bit the inside of my lips, trying to work up the courage.I tried rushing off when a car came screeching towards me, and came to a stop in front of me. I stepped back quickly and the door flung open.Gary walked over. “Get in.” He nudged his head to the car.“I can't. I need to handle this.”“I can send people to handle it.”“I don't trust anyone else to handle this situation.““And you put yourself in harm's way? If you step in there, do you think you can stop them?” I stopped to think. He was right. I wasn't sure how things quickly escalated to this point, but if I stepped in, they wouldn't be lenient. “So what do you want me to do? Sit back and watch it crumble?”“Go home and let it die out.”I scoffed. “Go home? I have a reputation to protect. People are in the building, people that work for

Lucille’s POV I slumped onto my chair, breathing a sigh of relief. It was finally done. I snapped my neck, rubbing it to give me some relief. Usher’s case was simple but it sure took a lot of my effort. Fortunately, it was not far from what I could handle. I grabbed my phone to send a text when a news outlet popped up on my notification. The police has caught and arrested the shooter but he commited suicide before he was taken to jail. The side of my lips curved up. Not of joy but how cruel he could be. But we could not blame him, could we? He chose to die for his boss and not even his boss would stop him. “Madam, it’s been cleared,” Angelo said, stepping into the office. I flashed him a smile as he walked in. “Inform the PR department. They should know what to do,” I said. Weekend rolled by quickly, officially, a month and a week since King got himself locked up. I missed him so much. When it was said, distance made the heart grow funder, I think it made it crazier. At this poin

Lucille’s POVA man on white came into view. He stood over me with a serious expression. His face was unclear. I blinked my eyes closed then opened them once more to a clearer view. “Kei…”My throat felt dry. Too dry, it hurt. I coughed and it only heightened the pain. “You’re awake.” I heard him say.He quickly helped me with some water. Once I had my water, I felt a little better. He took my vitals, jotting them down on his board. “We are glad you are back,” he said.I pressed a hand to the side of my head. I felt a bandage. “What happened to me?” I asked.My voice was small, almost inaudible. I felt disoriented, a little disassociated from the world. “You got hit in the head continuously with a bat. That caused some bleeding and you passing out,” Dr. Keith replied.“Yes, I remember that. Someone had attacked me. I can’t—” I paused, pressing a hand to my head.I tried to remember but I couldn’t pin the face and the more I tried, the more terrible my head felt. “Do not push it. You j

Lucille’s POV“King!”I rushed forward. He spun around with a bright smile. “Amore,” he said softly. I wrapped my hands around him, breathing in his scent. Home, it smelled so much like home. Like I remembered.Tears welled up in my eyes. I shut my eyes, letting the tears drop. It overflowed in seconds. I couldn’t hold them back. It seemed all the emotions I had stalled for days came crashing down.He pulled away, cupping my face. His thumb gently wiped the tears. “I’m here. You do not have to worry,” he said.I nodded, sniffling. With the back of my hand, I wiped the tears off my face. King picked me up and led me to the room. Gently, he placed me on the bed.He took my hand, staring at the bandage around it. It should have healed by now but I kept opening up the wound with my restlessness. It was the only way I could keep calm. Channel my mind and pain some place else.“You hurt yourself?” he asked.I lowered my head. He pinched my chin, raising my head to meet his. “You shouldn’t.

Lucille’s POVThe cold night wind was brutal on my skin. Goosebumps spread across my skin. My thin dress barely protected me from the wind’s brutality. I looked over my shoulder, panting. I avoided the main road.I didn’t want them to stop me. I couldn’t let them stop me. My boy was waiting for me. I increased my pace, running as much as my body could carry me. I was barefooted. The cold and the concrete did not spare my skin.It dung into them. My feet felt numb. It slowed me down. My breathing was laboured, my chest rocked back and forth but I couldn’t stop. I wanted to be sure my son was safe. There was nobody to stop me. I could get in.I just want my son. I stood to the side of the road, hunched over with my palm pressed on my knees. The world spun and I staggered back, dropping on the walkway. I shook my head, trying to keep my mind open.I was still weak from the hospital. I barely had enough food today and my body was exhausted. My breath whistled with every inhale. I snapped