All Chapters of Stolen by the mafia king : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Third person point of view Ethan and Ollie. The two boys stared at the man standing in their presence, Ethan fiddling his fingers in fear, just like his mom would always do and Ollie, his eyes sprinkled with tears, his heart beating louder than his breathing. The boys thoughts they were following the right guy, they imagined the house was under attack, that’s until they got into the car, he as too late, they tried to run yet they could not, their best was not enough. “What do you want form us?.” Ollie asked. “My dad- I don’t care about your father.” Carlos said interrupting him. He could not stop staring at Ethan, his son. He did have a little of his similarities yet one had to notice well enough to even realise that. His cheekbone was similar to his father and a brith mark on his leg, one that Bella ignored for so long until now, Carlos had just noticed it. “Ethan.” Carlos called. Ethan stared at him with a frown on his face. He didn’t look any happy. He was sc

Two days later… It’s been two days since the war, ever since it came to an end, we moved back to the house, and I felt a lot lighter. The kids were playing like it never happened and Ethan, I never had the chance to have that conversation with him. A part of me was scared. My cheeks flushed hot when I felt a hand on my waist. Liam. “Missed me Bella,” Liam whispered and I smiled at him. I did miss him. More than he could imagine. “The kids are right there.” “And we are over here.” He whispered, his soft lips resting against the nape of my neck. A moan falls out of my lips, as a wave of goosebumps appears on my body. We were in the kitchen, the counter covering where his hand had rested, and I could see the kids, smiling and oblivious of what was going on. “Did you speak to him yet?” He asked and I shook my head. I cringed from inside. “I can’t, what happened two days ago, it was a lot and I don’t know how to.” As I attempted to turn to look at him, he

Liam… We stayed here for two more weeks before heading back to the house. Everything had changed; it felt like our own place. A place Bella and I built. I even got a customized room for both boys, they still wanted to share a room and I thought it was special. “Do you like it?” I asked. Bella’s eyes darted around the place again, a couple of times before a smile appeared on her face and she gave me a nod. “It’s us.” She whispered and I smiled. It was us. “Hey, I spoke to Liam,” I whispered. She turned to look at me, her face full of a growl. I know she didn’t want me to, but I had to. I know how she's been feeling. My pulse raced. I waited for her to speak. “What did he say?” Bella asked, her eyes softened for a moment. “He wants to talk to you, he is worried, he is confused, has no idea what he wants to say, he says he knows that you hid the truth for a reason,” I mumbled. Liam is just a kid, a little boy who has a lot of questions, one that only Bella wil

Liam… “Where do you want to have the wedding?” Bella asked. “Anywhere you pick is fine.” I wanted something she would love. Something she will be happy to look at it’s pictures after a few years. A memory where we are always happy. “You are not being very helpful.” Bella mumbled against her breath and I smiled at her. “A church.” I asked. My last wedding, I wanted it at a church yet we held it somewhere else for Sarah, she is not quite someone that cared about churches because of Rose, Rose tainted her and having a friend like Caroline was not of much help either. I glanced at Bella, waiting for her to make a reaction, and she didn’t. “You never go to churches.” I paused. My parents were never big on religion, but I wanted to be a part of it. My option never mattered to any of them, and no matter how much I tried, they didn’t care about it. By the time they were gone, I had responsibilities, I had Sarah, then she left me too, I had to take care of the maf

Bella. “Mom, Ethan is hiding the game.” “He is lying mom.” A groan falls out of my lips. My eyes darted to my two boys, anyone that said having boys is easier lied, it’s a lot harder. Ethan and Ollie stood by the end of the tv, the game is nowhere to be found, I glanced at both of them. “Game.” I whispered. “Five seconds, and if either of you can’t bring it out, no one is playing for a month.” A dramatic gasp falls out of their lips. I folded my hand and I stared at them, waiting anxiously for them, as they reached for under the couch. So they both have an idea where it is and they just had to be dramatic. “So why did Ethan hide it?.” I asked “Because he lost so many times- and you are making fun of him.” I asked and Ollie nodded at me. They never lie, that’s one of my favorite things about them, I admired the fact that, no matter what happens, they feel safe enough to tell me the truth. “Ethan just try harder and Ollie don’t make fun of him, you don’t lau