Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's Don Plus Size Bride : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

~ Mr Moretti - Lorenzo's Father ~I sat in the leather back seat of my luxury sedan, pure, unadulterated rage radiating through every vein in my body. Lorenzo was a total disgrace to the family name. I genuinely wished the boy had never been born from my bloodline. He was soft, utterly stupid, and constantly let his pathetic feelings get the absolute best of him.I glanced up at the rearview mirror, adjusting my tie with tense fingers. I had walked out of the house immediately after Lorenzo took the elevator up, retrieved my weapon from the front security gate, drive off to a safe distance and slid into the back seat to wait. I pulled at my stretch taunt trousers, my eyes scanning the road. My eyes caught movement in the glass. Camilla was walking briskly toward the vehicle, her short skirt riding high up her thighs with every step.She opened the heavy rear door and slid inside. The moment the door clicked shut, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her violently against my chest, my hand

~ Lorenzo ~Need was hitting me like a freight train. My chest heaved, my lower belly aching with a tight, throbbing pressure so intense I thought I was going to burst right then and there.I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress, intent on getting to the bathroom before I lost control and did something stupid.Before my feet could even touch the floor, Kate reached out and grabbed my wrist. Her fingers were warm against my cold skin.I paused, turning my head to look down at her. Her face was still flushed pink from her orgasm, her hair scattered wildly across the white pillows."Where are you going?" she asked softly, her breath still coming in short, shallow hitches.I gently pulled my hand out of her grip, stepping onto the carpet. "I will be right back, Kate. I just need to use the bathroom."She shifted on the bed, her dark eyes tracking my movements down to the massive bulge straining against the front of my trousers. "What about you?""I am fine," I said, keeping my voic

~ Camilla ~I stormed away from Lorenzo, anger boiling in my veins until I felt like my skin was melting off my bones. He was completely unbelievable, and the fact that he actually thought he could demand a divorce and throw me away was even more ridiculous.I hated the way Lorenzo treated me. He had always treated me like I was something disposable, someone he could just brush aside when he grew tired.I marched into my dressing room, walked straight up to the full length mirror, and stared hard at my reflection.Wasn't I beautiful?I was stunning. Everyone said that. Every single man I met wanted to get into my bed, except for my own husband. Not once, not a single time in all these years, had Lorenzo ever touched me. He had never even made a pathetic attempt to lie with me. I turned around, looking over my shoulder to check my backside. It was there, perfectly visible. It wasn't massive, but it was round and tight enough to make heads turn down any street in the city.I let out a

I walked quickly down the long hallway toward the opposite wing, the black flash drive gripped tightly in my fist. I had almost reached the end of the corridor when a sudden pair of arms wrapped around my waist from behind.My heart skipped a violent beat in my chest before I realized it was Kate.I turned around slowly, looking down at her, and picked up the flash drive higher in my hand. "What are you doing out here, Kate?""I woke up a while ago," she said, her voice soft and slightly raspy from sleep. "When I couldn't find you in the room, I started to worry.""Go back upstairs, Kate," I told her, keeping my tone gentle. "I will be with you in a little while."Kate looked up at me, her brown eyes searching my face for answers. Instead of walking away, she gently tugged on my sleeve, pulling me around to walk back with her.I let her lead me. I could talk to Camilla tomorrow. Right now, I didn't have the energy to deal with Camilla anyway with her mixed tantrums I followed Kate ba

~ Kate ~I stood in front of the master bathroom mirror, thinking I looked absolutely ridiculous. At least, that was my honest opinion. I was drowning in one of Lorenzo's oversized cotton t-shirts and a pair of his loose trousers that bunched up thick around my ankles.It had been two full days since our conversation about our marriage, and Lorenzo had been exceptionally, impossibly sweet to me ever since.Now, we needed to go shopping. I had prayed silently the entire way down the private elevator that we wouldn't run into Camilla downstairs, and thankfully, she was nowhere in sight. I was deeply grateful for small mercies as Lorenzo led me out to the car.I had been practically pouting the whole morning, begging him to just let me stay home while he went out to buy whatever I needed by himself. Instead, he had simply handed me his clothes—clothes that carried his rich, intoxicating scent—and gently pulled me along with him.We arrived at a high-end, private part of town I had never s