Todos los capítulos de Mafia Ruthless 2: Luciano's Forbidden Desire: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Chapter 129 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* I don't know much of how good a fighter Luciano is. I have never watched him before. But his opponent being several inches wider and taller is a cause for alarm. Looking at him, Luciano doesn't seem impressed by the man in front of him, and the moment the referee gets out of the cage and closes the door, he goes into predator mode. I see a side of him I haven't seen before. Then I realize why they call him Il Fantasma. His entire body goes taut, his eyes cautious as they regard his opponent. Then, the bell rings. As fast as lightning, Luciano lunges forward and strikes his opponent’s kidneys. The Iron Bear stumbles back and Luciano drops low to sweep his legs. The giant somehow keeps his footing and clumsily throws his body at Luciano, succeeding in clipping his shoulder. I inhale sharply not moving yet, but Luciano is back on his feet, the crowd cheering loudly, some standing up, while his blank expression remains, never once falter

Chapter 131*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*The sound of tearing fabric is what breaks the silence between us. My heart thumping loudly against my chest, as I watch his unplanned movements.“I need you,” he murmurs, his expression changing to a confused one. He looks like he has no idea what has come over him.But I want to give him that comfort he needs, want to show him I'm here even when he is acting different.“What's happening to you, Luciano?” I whisper the question, a little whine leaving my lips.He still doesn't say anything, only focuses on the primal need inside of him. He presses his hips into me, pinning me against the wall so he can yank my panties out of the way.I moan and my hips tilt, searching for that friction.“Are you ready for me?” He cups my breast, hiking me higher. “Is that juicy slit dripping for me?”I don't answer his question, I just drag my nails up the back of his neck and over his head. His eyes rolls back. “Do that again.”I do, rolling my hips with

Chapter 133Seven Days Later…••~••°••~••Luciano••~••°••~••I have imagined many endings…A bullet. A knife between my ribs.A prison cell.But not this one. I didn't imagine that this was how the conversation with her would end.I didn't imagine her silence, nor the way she looked at me like I had managed to say the wrong thing even without meaning to do so.“I don't know what to say.”She did not say no. She didn't say yes either.It's like she left me at the edge of a cliff, wondering if I'm going to stay still or fall the fuck down. Just the right amount of hope to poison a man.Frankly, I can't tell if it's something I did or did not do. Was I not supposed to tell her how I feel?Did I say it the wrong way?The fact I'll never know is far more disturbing. I have never loved a woman before. I have no idea how to act or what to do.So why does it feel like she reached into my chest and ripped my heart out of it with that answer. A heart that I didn't know could feel things at a

Chapter 135••~••°••~••Luciano••~••°••~••I wake up with a splitting headache, the reflection of the sun burning my eyes and the familiar taste of whiskey on my tongue.For several seconds, I don't move.I try to recollect, to remember what the fuck happened to me and how the fuck I got in here.My pulse hammers against my temples, each throb dragging back fragments of the previous night that has refused to fit together.Despite the struggle to remember, I don't. It's like everything is just vague and unable to form something meaningful.“Fuck!” I utter, rubbing my forehead, sitting upright now. “I shouldn't have drank so much.”The room tilts before steadying again— the effects of my severe headache.Wait a minute…What the—I turn swiftly. There's someone on the other side of the bed, half covered by the blanket, hair spilling across the pillow. My gaze drifts further and that's when I see her dress draped over the nearby chair.Then she turns. What the fuck is she doing here? An

Chapter 137*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*I step out of my room at the same Agent Camille crosses the hallway with a leather folder tucked underneath her arm. Behind her are uniformed officers, their expressions hard enough to ward off every curious glance directed at them.Yesterday, it was the Don's messenger.Today, it's the cops.The convent is becoming more busy lately. Perhaps, the convent is no longer destined to have peace and quiet.Sister Caroline gasps the moment she comes out of her room and sights them as well, “The Police…”Another sister crosses her arms, watching, “What have they come for?”No one answers. They all stand, watching what is going on.If there's anything I have realized from staying in the convent, is that the sisters are always going to come out whenever there is a visitor. We hardly receive visitors. So all of this? This is a new development.When it happens, the sisters gather, stare and try to figure out what's wrong. Everytime, they fail at it.Bec