All Chapters of The Mafia King's Scarred Posession: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I kept my eyes on hers. I smiled at her. I leaned toward her. She laughed, then added that sexy breathiness into her tone. Her fingers idly traced her cleavage, guiding my gaze there. Finally, she visibly relaxed, trusting she'd accomplished her mission. She talked about her life, her work, her neighbors, and I let her talk. I wanted her to tell me more.She tried; I had to give her that, but it had taken her exactly five minutes to lower her guard. Now she was slowly dropping her act without even realizing it. Why? Because she thought she had already won me over. Someone should have warned her that I wasn't someone she could easily charm. Her pretty little tricks didn't work on me. Then again, it had been those tricks that had told me she was not the one I'd been looking for. So why was I still sitting here and listening to her? The answer was simple: even if she was fake, that picture was real. Someone had given it to her, and I had to know who.I dragged my tongue over the seam of

POPPYI turned off my phone and sat on the floor, breathing deeply. I tried to follow all the instructions Doctor Fabian had given me. I needed this to work. I still felt embarrassed after telling Grey what I'd seen during my first session. I didn't want him to think I was making that up, or that I was so desperate to stay by his side that I told myself that maybe I could be the Princess he was looking for…God, that truly sounded pathetic. I seriously hoped he hadn't thought that I'd told him that because I'd sought his attention. A weak groan slipped through my mouth. Now all I could think about was Grey's reaction. So much for relaxing…My head turned to my phone lying on the bed, and I began to debate whether to turn it back on and try calling him. My hand slowly began to reach for it when the knock on the door sounded. I jerked to my feet and cleared my throat. “Come in.”The door opened, and Abigail slowly walked inside. “I heard you agreed to see me,” she muttered, lowering her

GREYI stepped on the gas, changing lanes faster as if hell itself were after me. The column of our cars was right behind me, but we were too slow, and the voice at the back of my head whispered that it was too late.I had learned about the attack two hours ago, while we'd been still in the air, miles and miles from New York. I had called whomever I could to bring us backups. I used old debts and connections, anything to give us enough power to crush them all.But the forces that had attacked us were greater than we'd expected. Valentino had brought nearly his entire army from Sicily and all the armies of his allies. We'd been prepared to defeat a large army of men… What we hadn't anticipated was the battle drones armed with explosives.I had last heard from Lanzo thirty minutes ago. Rick had been out of reach for longer than that. But what was twisting my guts was the fact that something was blocking Poppy's tracker. Cory could have enhanced the signal, but he, too, was currently out

I looked into the dark irises of the man sitting in front of me. Then I slowly surveyed his sharp jaw, the curve of his thin lips, his emphasized cheekbones, and the thick, black brows with a few sparks of silver. This time, staring at this face was a thousand times harder than when I'd faced him at the party. Only now did I realize that my amnesia had partially been a bliss. But now, I remembered. I remembered everything, and I could barely sit still as my family's murderer dared smile at me.“I don't think these are necessary.” Gaspare nonchalantly waved his hand, pointing at my cuffs.Aldo grimaced. “Are you certain, Mr. Valentino?”“My dear niece is not going to kill me,” he snarled at him before turning to me. “Or am I wrong about that?”Keeping my face expressionless turned into an unbearable struggle as I shook my head. “Do I have a reason to kill… my uncle?”He burst into cold laughter. “Of course not… I keep forgetting that you have that… amnesia.” He leaned closer and clicke

GREYI sat by Lanzo's hospital bed, ineptly trying to put my thoughts in some logical order. My instincts kept yelling, demanding I move, but the shell around me had become numb. Yesterday, we had buried Abigail, Rick, and over seventy of our men. The mansion had turned into a ruin, and most of my still-living soldiers were wounded and unable to fight. Unfortunately, this war was far from over. Those fuckers had taken Poppy, and I wouldn't hesitate to set the world on fire if that was what it took to get her back.“How is he?” Leo entered the room and jerked his chin, gesturing at my unconscious second.I shrugged. “The doctors said he's stable, but it might take a while before he recovers.”Leo sighed, then sat on the opposite side of Lanzo's bed. “He's one lucky son of a bitch. Four bullets and all vital organs intact…”I breathed out a laugh. “Yeah… He surely was lucky.” I glanced at Lanzo's oddly calm, sleeping face, then my attention turned to Leo. “You checked all our forces?”H