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Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 97 | Skin In The Game
[ D O M I N I C O ] Fuck my life. I'll smell worse than rotting roadkill soon. These masked up pricks aren't police. What do they want? Money? Ransom? Do they think my family of criminals still give a shit about me? Once these gangbangers find out the opposite, they're gonna blow our brains out. Kill us all in broad daylight. I'll bleed to death under those trees, after they drag us out of the car and shoot us in the head one by one on the side of the road. These assholes won't even bother to cover our bloody corpses. “Mani in alto, compari.” [Hands up, fellas.] At the command, Fico sighs in the driver's seat and reluctantly takes his hand off the wheel. He slowly raises his palms, glaring at the masked guy standing near the driver's side. I do the same. I sit perfectly still. Any sudden movements could trigger a bloodbath in mere seconds. I'm trying to look unbothered, but, obviously this isn't anything new for these trigger-happy thugs. We're gonna be bleeding to o
Last Updated : 2024-07-24Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 98 | When Two Hearts Break
[ D O M I N I C O ] I'm not a father-to-be. I don't have a baby on the way. It's just some bullshit I thought he would take into consideration before making his next move. On paper, I'm still a single man. But Ricchar Falco doesn't seem to know. And I have Sephie to thank for keeping her end of the deal. I just lied to a future mob boss. I lied to his face. In his own territory. But it's no big deal. It doesn't have to be. I did it to protect Seraphine and my family. To make sure they don't get dragged into Pappa's shitty business deals. To give them a better future. A normal life. Or at least I think that's what I'm doing. I'm trying to be the hero my fake wife and my soon-to-be divorcée stepmother think I should be. As they say, “You either die a hero or live long enough to become the villain.” I've tried going down that path. It's just not who I am. I can't be one of the villains. Turns out I still have a soul, despite everything. Although the idea of being a fathe
Last Updated : 2024-07-27Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 99 | Love Is Patient
[ D O M I N I C O ] The irony of pain is that you wanna be comforted by the person who hurt you. But that's just the pain talking. The other person doesn't think it's their responsibility to make you feel better. These are self-inflicted wounds, after all. My own doing. Therefore I can't demand anything from her. My comfort and happiness are not her responsibility. I clench my teeth, fingertips paling around the wine bottle. I'm alone again. By choice for now. I'm sitting by the pool, just staring at the shiny ripples in the water. Not eager to go to bed. I can't. Not yet. Sleep can wait. She's probably crying in the guest room. Feeling sorry for me. Feeling awfully guilty for saying no. I don't even wanna imagine the conversation we'll have in the morning, if I sleep next to her tonight. I just know it'll be too awkward, strained, and probably too painful for us both. But it's not her fault. Whether I like it or not, her choice is valid. I have to respect it. Her reasons f
Last Updated : 2024-07-31Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 100 | Hurt And Missing You
[ S E R A P H I N E ] It's almost seven in the evening. I'm standing right beside the halls, a few rows away from the noisy crowd, my cap and gown crisp and new. The ceremony is over. Finally. Time to take pictures. Time to mingle with friends and family. My parents are somewhere nearby. I think I hear my mom laughing with Alina. Daddy Raffy's probably outside and on his phone again with one of his needy patients. They were taking pictures with Victoria by the booths when I excused myself. They're probably gossiping about me and Dom. Or chatting about the event and the guest speaker who's an alumni and now a successful investment banker. Victoria's my nicest classmate and the new friend I've made just months ago. It's a day to remember. My special day. Yet my heart feels heavier. More hopeless. I massage my temple and take a deep breath. I just wanna get out of here. Go back to the hotel and pack the rest of my stuff. But I don't want my parents to notice my crappy mood.
Last Updated : 2024-08-01Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 101 | Looking Forward
[ S E R A P H I N E ] Oh, heck no. He actually knows everything now? About Dominico and our arrangement? About that chapel wedding? About Ignazio and... Ugh! My mother's such a blabbermouth! “She told me over the phone.” Pierre smirks and combs his short brown hair with his fingers. “Wanted to ring you earlier. I got busy with a deposition, then a slew of meetings. And I knew you'd be busy prepping.” I don't move. I don't even wanna look at his face. While my heart and stomach tense up, I just stare at the maroon carpet leading to the front of the stage. My face feels kinda numb. Will he follow me? If I run back to the restroom to lock myself up in one of the stalls, will Pierre try to stop me? Or he'll just think I've totally lost it? Probably. I don't wanna throw up in these heels and my camera-ready makeup and attire. But I might. “Stop making excuses for him, and stop feeling sorry.” Pierre’s expression and tone darken slightly. “You don't have to feel bad for him.” “I'm
Last Updated : 2024-08-05Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 102 | Did You Miss Me?
[ D O M I N I C O ] “Ricchar said you weren't too thrilled to be there.” “I didn’t stir up any beef with 'em. Relax.” I switch the call to speaker, my other hand covering my stinging eyes. “I even helped his cousin.” “Help Maxim? With what?” Enzo mutters on the other end. “Steer clear of Leandro's little army of nutjobs.” Considering I barely know the guy and betrayed my own flesh and blood twice, I can say I’ve done my part. I'm done proving to the new Falco empire's successors that I'm no threat. “Maximiliano's not a problem. He hates Stefano. Always been loyal to Ricchar. And smart enough to stay out of your dad and Leandro's mess,” Enzo says with a quick sigh. “At least he's not another greedy, depraved asshole.” I'm not fully convinced, but I'm too drained to argue. Trust is a fragile commodity in our world, but if Enzo doesn't hate Maximiliano Falco despite their ongoing rivalry because of Enzo's new love interest, I’ll give the guy the benefit of the doubt—for now.
Last Updated : 2024-08-07Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 103 | We're Not Over
[ S E R A P H I N E ]Why can't he just trust my word? After everything, does he actually still think I can't be trusted?I wanna scream and throw up. I feel like running for the door. I just want to leave this city. And hide.From him. From everyone. From the entire world. I just don't know how much more of this I can take. But I can't. I shouldn't. We need to resolve this now. Whatever this is to him. And I owe him too much to just walk out on him without making an effort. Without giving either of us the chance to hash out our issues once and for all.“Who told you to give me money?” Dominico squints and cocks his head, his expression showing a tinge of annoyance.“I owe you at least eighty-five thousand. Bills, tuition, allowances, daily expenses...”“When did I ever tell you to pay the bills?” The skin between his brows and beside his eyes crease more. He sounds like he's already having a hard time reining in his anger.But it's something I expected. I deserve it and probably wor
Last Updated : 2024-08-08Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 104 | Divorce
[ S E R A P H I N E ] “Compete?” I scoff, my fists clenched. I feel like shouting. Hitting something. Kicking the wall. Throwing something out the window and... Is he serious? Is he never going to admit he's also been cheating? Maybe not physically. Yet. But emotionally? And with his ex-wife, of all people? For sure. Shit. I so want to punch him in the face right now. But I don't want my first mug shot taken with all these zits still on my face. I blame stress, cortisol, and this jerk who tried to get me pregnant out of wedlock. But mostly him. “There is no competition, Dominico! What the fuck are you even saying? I didn't get back with him! Okay? I never cheated on you! How many times do I have to say it?” “The way you act around him, the way you treat him... It doesn't say the same.” “Because he's my friend, and he actually cares about my wellbeing.” “So you come running to him every time we're having issues and tell him you think you're pregnant but not me?” He scoffs a
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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
