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Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 123 | The Art Of Letting Go
[ S E R A P H I N E ] This place is familiar. Where are we? This feels like déjà vu. The sky darkens. It's about to rain. The water stretches endlessly in front of me. Gray. Loud. Churning. The waves crashing against the shore are telling me to go away. Be somewhere else. Because we're trapped. Can't escape. We need help. But no one's coming. The water sprays my face as the waves grow. Leandro tries to reach for me. Blood drips from his forehead while he keeps shouting incoherent words. As he fights to stay afloat, the sea pulls at him, dragging him under. I'll keep waiting here. On the shore. It's oddly satisfying. Just watching him struggling. Fighting for his life. I don’t have to help. Nor will I try. It's not my job. His hand reaches out toward me. I back off. Can't let him drag me with him. It's not my time yet. I have things to do. People to take care of. His garbled words drown with him. I sigh and feel only a smidge of satisfaction. I look at the man beside
Last Updated : 2024-10-11Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 124 | Mask On
[ D O M I N I C O ] I should be doing more. Can't just sit on my ass all day pondering the what-ifs. The maybes... Probably just the guilt talking, but, I actually am not doing much to rectify what Leandro did to her. To make that asshole pay for everything he did. To make sure the aftermath isn't consuming her. I have yet to hear the entire story, but I know I'll hate him even more once I do. I know he tricked her into showing up here in Florence. Maybe he thought she knows what happened to his precious fucking cargo. Maybe the prick suspected I found it. Sold most of it to their competition. And he thought she had all the answers he wants to hear. “Thanks.” Sephie puts on a tight smile as I hand her the laptop. “Sure.” I stand by the wall. “I'm not sick, by the way. I wore a mask the whole flight. Never took it off. Until I got here.” “Oh. Okay. That's, um... Good that you're not feeling sick, or anything.” “They say there's an incubation period of a few hours to a few
Last Updated : 2024-10-15Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 125 | Distractions
[ D O M I N I C O ] She'll be fine. She doesn't look that bad. Should she feel like seeing a doctor, she'll tell me. Or she'll give me a hint. Stifling a sigh, I grab the doorknob and push the door open. I'm back in my bedroom. Alone. Need to make a phone call now. And privacy is necessary. I shut the door behind me and lean against it, my hands clenching into fists again. It's mostly frustration. Impatience. The anger I've been masking is just itching to come out. I need to do something now. Gotta make sure Leandro can't and won't touch Seraphine again. Or her family. Son of a bitch crossed the line. Didn't even send a half-meant apology. Now my patience, already threadbare since last night, is about to snap. I pull out my phone and ring Niccolo's more private number. For now he's the only person who can find my target much sooner than the local police can get a chance. He lets his phone ring a few times before answering, “Yo.” “Nicco, can you talk?” “Sure,” he says
Last Updated : 2024-10-15Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 126 | Her Baby Daddy
[ S E R A P H I N E ]“You didn't have to hide this from me,” he murmurs to my temple, resting his cheek against the side of my head. I smile to myself while his hand strokes the slight curve of my belly. I'm kinda glad I don't look pregnant yet. I think I'm still in my first trimester, but part of me also wants this whole pregnancy thing to speed up. Another six or seven long months of pain, raging hormones, uncomfortable days and nights... Ugh. Just thinking about it's already worsening my headache. “I needed to,” I sigh after glancing at his face. “Because?” “To clear my head. Think for myself.” “Fine. I get it,” he sighs. “But leave a text at least. You know I can't sleep when you make me worry.” I almost smile, although his words only make me feel guilty. I still regret the first time I tried the disappearing act to make him realize his shortcomings. It's toxic behavior. I know. I can be toxic and emotionally immature, too. But it's like my only coping mechanism
Last Updated : 2024-10-15Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 127 | Belated Congratulations
[ D O M I N I C O ]What the fuck was I thinking?I should kick myself right now. For being a self-centered dick. For being an arrogant douche. For being insensitive again.She just got back. She just survived a terrifying, harrowing, undoubtedly traumatizing ordeal. Because of me. Because of my fucked up family.It hasn't even been 24 hours yet. And now I'm already pressuring her into making big, life-changing decisions to satisfy my pathetic fantasies. Like it's her job to do.Fuck. I should apologize. But I don't even know where to start.“Here.” Fully dressed again, Sephie feigns a close-lipped smile and shows me the stick she just peed on. “Congratulazioni, Signore Tomassini. Diventerà papà.” [Congratulations, Mr. Tomassini. You're gonna be a dad.]Is that an attempt at humor? “Thanks. I...” Shit. What now? Is it appropriate to thank her if she didn't really want this baby?What does she want me to say? I don't need another confirmation that she didn't expect or plan any of th
Last Updated : 2024-10-16Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 128 | Marriage Is Not For The Weak
[ S E R A P H I N E ]But what about my career? My goals? My plans for my future?Don't they matter at all? Or he just thinks his goals and timetable are much more achievable and practical than mine? More realistic?Sheesh. This is getting out of hand. Why am I so impulsive lately? This is just backfiring to no end. I dunno what's happening anymore. The plan was just to distract him. Keep him here for a day or two. Until he gets a better grip on his emotions. Until he forgets about taking matters into his own hands before the police can find his fugitive cousin. I really didn't think it would lead to this. I don't even know why we haven't changed the subject yet. As if we both aren't extremely uncomfortable right now with where this discussion is headed. “You really wanna do it? This year?”His Adam's apple bobs as Dom looks at me like I'm not making a lick of sense. “Is that really that big of an issue?” “I mean, you're a thousand percent sure? Like, have you thought it through
Last Updated : 2024-10-17Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 129 | Old Scores To Settle
[ D O M I N I C O ]Almost five. It's crunch time. No more days to waste.This one's long overdue. It's either I do this now, or he flees the country with what's left of his filthy money and his victims never get the justice they all deserve.I don't give a shit about credit. Ten or so years from now, I just wanna look my wife and kids in the eye while telling them how I helped put my own father and cousin in prison because they're bad, selfish, and never cared for the consequences of their actions.Playing with my phone, I glance up at the plain white ceiling, enjoying the peace and quiet.Sephie, after taking a quick hot shower, left me here to give Mamma a hand. Obviously avoiding me again. Tired of arguing with me about why our second wedding can't happen anytime soon.But it's fine. It's not urgent. It's not like I can't wait another few months.She needs more time to ponder her options. More time to make up her mind. So I'll give her that. And space to think. I'll give her whate
Last Updated : 2024-10-20Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 130 | Unfortunate Circumstances
[ D O M I N I C O ] “Cara, dico solo che...” [Dear, I’m just saying...] “Sì?” [Yes?] I tilt my wine glass, sitting back and interrupting my stepmother again. I don't have to keep my mouth shut. I already know how uncomfortable Seraphine feels. Trying to sit still beside me, she takes a small bite of bread and stares at Mamma, who's seated across from us and not really minding the food on her plate. Rain still patters on the windows. But it shouldn't turn into something worse. This should be a calm, quick, easy dinner. Unless Mamma brings up what happened last night. If that happens, Seraphine will probably... “Sephie, è più prudente se tu rimani qui ora.” [It's safer if you stay here for now.] My stepmother is talking a bit slower now, dragging her vowels. She drops her delicate smile, then sets down her fork with a soft clink. “Non preoccuparti, Mamma. Porto sempre una mascherina extra nel caso mi dimenticassi di indossarne una,” Seraphine replies with a polite smile, her vo
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Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | Epilogue | Birds Of A Feather
[ S E R A P H I N E ] “One last sheet. One last,” I sigh to myself, stretching my aching back as I recline. Looks like I'm still alone out here. I'm sitting by the pool, enjoying the gorgeous pink-orange sunset while waiting for Dominico to finish working. I stare at my laptop screen. I'm almost done with my work for the day, but my focus is split, already dwindling. Some mornings, I don't even feel like checking my emails. But I can't just quit now. I don't wanna feel like a freeloader or look for another job. Dominico can take care of me and provide our baby's needs. I know. But I don't want him to think I'm getting too comfortable. He's still upstairs, probably not done with their virtual meeting. “Emergency board meeting,” he told me an hour ago. Dom's been working from home all week. The new virus is still wreaking havoc all over the country. It's starting to scare me and Mamma, actually. Dominico agreed to stay home because he doesn't want to risk it. Our health and our b
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 137 | The Animal Is Caged
[ D O M I N I C O ] “Look, Freja. It's my own money. And this isn't a loan. You don't have to pay me back. Okay?” Do I sound like an arrogant douche? I hope not. I sit back and buckle up, dying to get home. Freja’s tear-streaked face stays on the edge of the screen. The gray skies outside her window match the somber look in her eyes. She dabs at her pinkish cheeks, trying to put the waterworks on pause. It's not that she's been blindsided by her ex-husband's death. The sudden loss and grief. She knew what she was getting into the moment she agreed to be his wife. But it's not really her fault that she can't give her child a better life right now. I can't undo any of my father's actions or rewrite the past. But I could at least make sure that she and her kid won't struggle for another couple of years. “I just wired you the money.” “Thank you,” she murmurs with weak nods. I glance at the damp road. “Should cover tuition and some bills. If you need more, just call or text
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 136 | Love Wins
[ S E R A P H I N E ] “We were gonna tell you. I-I just…” Just what? Forgot that I exist? That I have feelings, too? That I'm her best friend and they should've told me they're... Sheesh! I don't even wanna imagine what they've been up to. “Just what? It just slipped your mind?” Pierre glances at me, still can't look me in the eye. Like he knows how hurt I am. He should. This is like... It's betrayal. Right? I'm their best friend! I have the right to feel this way. “You just conveniently forgot?” My voice wavers. The odd numbness in my core spreads down my legs. Shucks. Breathing feels like a chore now. “Was it that hard to send me a text? Pick up the phone and just give me a call?”I probably sound hysterical. Overdramatic. I really don't care. I glare at Pierre, trying to dismiss the shock and hide the barely repressed anger. But I'm sure it looks like I'm failing miserably at it. Pierre sighs briefly, his hands on his hips. He's staring at the ground. Like he can't be bother
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 135 | Her Secret Lover
[ S E R A P H I N E ] “Hey. Alfeo looks more buff. Like, he looks bigger than you now.” Must be because Alfeo isn't taller and often wears clothes that flaunt his broad shoulders. I sit up on the bed, ogling my hot baby daddy as he walks out of the bathroom. “Is he taking anything? Steroids, or...” Dom snickers, glancing at me while he dries his hair with a black towel. After locking the door, he grabs a few clothes from his closet. “Why? Couldn't ask him yourself?” I scratch the back of my head. I don't know what his best friend's been up to lately. I haven't seen Alfeo in months. But I'm glad that he's not too busy to hang out with us. Maybe he's bulking up to impress a girl. Or girls? Not that it bothers me. He's always gonna be welcome here. Dominico still trusts him with his life. And no matter what his family thinks, Alfeo is still his most loyal friend. “Is he dating someone?” Dom scoffs and scrunches up his nose. It's straight, but the tip is a little bulbous, not too f
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 134 | Backdoor Parole
[ D O M I N I C O ] Are they downsizing? Or my dad's running out of payola? What even is this room? This is much smaller than the well-guarded room they let us use before. Smells like dried piss and sweat, too. Unlike the last time I was here, the prison guard stands behind the door. Just one. No weapon in sight, but I bet my left kidney he's carrying at least two. I sit down in front of the divider, surprised that the only prisoner I'm visiting agreed to see me today. I know he's still pissed that I didn't come by much sooner. That I didn't show up the last time he told me to be here. He wanted me to deliver more hush money, and of course more cash for his protection. And he's probably more pissed that I didn't help Ricchar Falco find his missing uncle. Stefano. The disgraced shipping mogul. The big-time swindler who ran off with the redhead. Daddy Dearest's former number one whore. Only because the bitch impressed him in and out of the sack. Glancing at the tall, dusty walls,
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 133 | Prayers Help
[ S E R A P H I N E ]What if Leandro found out about everything we did, all the sleuthing I tried, and the heap of evidence we contributed to the investigation, and then he got furious enough that he...Any way you look at it, my theory isn't farfetched. The guy's got motive. I don't wanna be the one to dwell on these negative thoughts. But we should consider the possibility. My privacy, my career, and my family's safety might be compromised.I'm pretty sure he's not here in Florence. Yet the feeling that he's somewhere near won't leave my head. Even now. Here in Dominico's house, a well-guarded private property in a gated neighborhood. I feel exposed. A little vulnerable. Even though I'm so much safer here with Dominico and Mamma keeping an eye on me. Plus the security staff guarding the property 24/7."Okay. I'll talk to Enzo again," Dom mumbles before reaching for my hand, giving it a light squeeze before he lets out a breath. Regrets and some frustration replace the pent-up anger
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 132 | You're Not Going Anywhere
[ S E R A P H I N E ] I step out of the bathroom, my skin still warm from the shower. I took a quick one just to help me relax. To help me fall back to sleep. I'm not sure if it will. The rain outside taps lightly against his windows, an almost soothing rhythm that contrasts the weight of my thoughts. Although I'm wearing a robe, I feel the chill in the air as I walk towards his bed, my footsteps quiet. Dom's still wide awake like I guessed. He's sitting on the wrinkled covers, his attention fixed on his phone. As I approach him, he sets his phone down, and his heavy-lidded gaze shifts to my face. I sit close to him and try to ignore the tension in the air. It's not the same awkwardness I felt right after I tried to kiss him for the first time. It's something else. Can't quite put my finger on it. But it's nothing we can't address. I'm sure. “Hey.” “Feel better?” “A little.” I put on a smile. I hold onto his forearm when he goes back to reading some emails. ”Babe, that ema
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 131 | Dissociate
[ D O M I N I C O ] Shit. I almost tore the label off. Cracked and nearly broke the cap into pieces, too. It's not clumsiness, though. I'm too distracted. Tired. Impatient. Frustrated. With caution, I press down a strip of tape over the torn label, running my thumb across it to smooth out the small creases. I can't just look up the right dosage on the internet. This label is practically the only thing helping me keep track of the proper dosage. I reach for the roll of tape again. I tear about an inch off the roll. Right after I put the bottle away, soft shuffling noises behind me interrupt me before I can get rid of the clutter on the counter. I look up and stare at my reflection in the mirror. Seraphine is standing at the bathroom door, just a couple of steps away, her eyes wide and unfocused. She's wearing the blue shirt I gave her before she went to sleep. There's some tension in her posture. Why is she out of bed? I turn to face her and put down the roll of tape near
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 130 | Unfortunate Circumstances
[ D O M I N I C O ] “Cara, dico solo che...” [Dear, I’m just saying...] “Sì?” [Yes?] I tilt my wine glass, sitting back and interrupting my stepmother again. I don't have to keep my mouth shut. I already know how uncomfortable Seraphine feels. Trying to sit still beside me, she takes a small bite of bread and stares at Mamma, who's seated across from us and not really minding the food on her plate. Rain still patters on the windows. But it shouldn't turn into something worse. This should be a calm, quick, easy dinner. Unless Mamma brings up what happened last night. If that happens, Seraphine will probably... “Sephie, è più prudente se tu rimani qui ora.” [It's safer if you stay here for now.] My stepmother is talking a bit slower now, dragging her vowels. She drops her delicate smile, then sets down her fork with a soft clink. “Non preoccuparti, Mamma. Porto sempre una mascherina extra nel caso mi dimenticassi di indossarne una,” Seraphine replies with a polite smile, her vo
