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Mafia’s Slut: Young Blood, Old Money chapter 6
Mark's POV I stood at my study window, gazing out at Madrid's twinkling city lights. The scent of old leather and cigar smoke lingered, reminders of late nights spent strategizing with my associates. My mind wandered to Emily, my late wife. Her passing still felt like an open wound. "Mark?" Sofia's soft voice interrupted my thoughts. "Come in," I said, turning from the window. The door creaked open, and Sofia entered, her eyes downcast. Her dark hair fell in loose waves down her back, framing her heart-shaped face. "How're you?" I asked, regretting the question instantly. It sounded hollow. "I'm good and adjusting well, I presume?" Sofia murmured, her voice barely audible. I stared at her, recalling her clumsiness and innocence. During dinner, her awkwardness was palpable. She spilled wine, knocked over a glass, and apologized profusely. "Yeah, you are," I replied, watching her. "I've received threats from a rival and we'd be heading out anytime soon." Sofia's face paled.
Mafia’s Slut: Young Blood, Old Money CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 7 MARK'S POV I signalled my team to halt before Victor Russo's warehouse. Darkness enveloped us, broken only by faint moonlight. Damien, Kali, Vinnie, Marco, and Natasha's faces were etched with determination, their eyes locked on our target. "Locked doors," Marco whispered as he examined the entrance. I nodded to Marco. "Take care of it." Marco approached the door, inspecting the lock. Suddenly, he froze, then gazed upward. "Cameras," Marco whispered urgently. "We're probably being watched." We followed his gaze. Multiple cameras focused on us. "Or maybe not," I added. Kali quickly assessed the situation. "We need to disable them," she whispered. I signalled to Vinnie and he quickly got into action. He swiftly dispatched the cameras, shattering the lenses. Damien stood behind and covered our rear, vigilant while Natasha monitored the surrounding rooftops. Kali sprinted toward the CCTV room, located adjacent to the warehouse. "I'll disconnect the feeds." I nodde
Mafia’s Slut: Young Blood, Old Money CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 8 SOFIA'S POV As soon as I was the maids confirmed that the kids' dinners were ready, I remembered that they had been sleeping for hours. I decided to go to their room and check up on them. As I gently pushed open the door, a warm smile spread across my face. Joey, the six-month-old, slept peacefully, her tiny chest rising and falling. Luis, two years old, sat up, rubbing sleepy eyes. Our gazes met, and she smiled. "Luis, sweetie, Are you fully up? Time to wake up!" I exclaimed, lifting Joey. Luis yawned, resisting. "No, no, no! Sleep!" I chuckled, empathizing. "I know, baby, but we must get ready. You need to eat." "Daddy will be back soon so we need to get ready," I added. Joey stirred, letting out a soft murmuring sound. I lifted her from the bed and headed to the bathroom with Luis following behind. I carefully bathed Joey, marvelling at her giggles. Luis insisted on "helping," splashing water everywhere. Laughter filled the air, and we had a fun bath time. I n
Mafia’s Slut: Young Blood, Old Money CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 9SOFIA'S POVAs I awoke, I could feel the warmth seeping into my soul. The soft morning light filtered through my room's wispy curtains, illuminating my serene space. I stretched gently and savoured peaceful silence.Rising slowly, I slipped on my worn sandals, Creaked my room door open, and then stepped quietly, gliding towards the children's room. I had to be as gentle as possible because the kids might still be asleep. As I pushed the door open, My heart swelled. Joey's radiant smile greeted me. Joey blabbered some words and extended her tiny arms towards me. My exhaustion immediately melted, replaced by joy. I enveloped Joey in a gentle hug, inhaling her sweet innocence. "Good morning, sweetie," I whispered as I lifted Joey, cradling her close.As I cradled Joey, her warm breath danced across my skin. We remained like that for a few minutes before I stood up and glided toward the bathroom.I gently undressed Joey and gave her a warm bath. This soothed her morning fuss
Mafia’s Slut: Young Blood, Old Money CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 10MARK'S POVAs I stepped into my office, the soft glow of fluorescent lights enveloped me. Damien, my right-hand man, followed closely holding my briefcase. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air.My front desk staff greeted me, bowing respectfully. "Good morning, sir."I waved my hands in reply as I took a seat. I just revamped my office and the new sleek, modern decor reflected my precision: polished marble floors, minimalist artwork and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline.Damian and I exchanged nods and he dropped my briefcase on my table. My project manager, Alex, soon walked in, and we got to work immediately. "Morning briefing?" I inquired."Ready, sir," he replied, opening his tablet.As I scrolled through Alex's briefing, pride swelled within me. My business was thriving, and despite my being a Mafia, I still had other things to fall back on. I was making mind-blowing profits, ensuring a secure legacy for Luis and Joey.Being
Mafia’s Slut: Young Blood, Old Money CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 11SOFIA'S POV As Mark handed me the Élax boutique bag, I felt bewildered. "We have somewhere important to be at 8 p.m.," he stated. My mind immediately started to race. What event is it and Why the suddenness? Mark's expression hinted at no discussions.I was confused, but I tampered with caution. Mark's demeanour signalled tonight wasn't for inquiries. I opted for silence. As he played with the kids, I quickly headed upstairs to unbox what was in the bag. I got to my room, and I started examining the elegant attire; questions flooded me. Esteemed people will be in attendance? Who are those we will be meeting tonight, and why hasn't Mark told me about this before? I was tempted to go downstairs to ask him a few questions but Mark's sternness forbade questioning.Prioritizing my peace and self-respect, I focused on preparing.I was going to return the dress to the bag when I discovered another concealed box. The box was wrapped, and it resisted effortless opening, but I w
Mafia’s Slut: Young Blood, Old Money CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 12SOFIA'S POV As I took a quick shower, the warm water enveloped me, melting away the tension of the evening. My muscles relaxed, and I breathed in slowly.But as I closed my eyes, my mind began to wander. Thoughts of Mark's behaviour and the mysterious evening ahead faded into the background, and it was replaced by a more familiar, comforting presence - my brother Carl.I hoped he was doing okay. It felt like an eternity since we'd last sat down together, just the two of us, sharing our thoughts and laughter. Life had been busy, pulling us in different directions, but my concern for him remained constant.Memories of our childhood flooded my mind - the silly fights, the whispered secrets, and the uncontrollable laughter. I recalled the time we snuck into Mom's kitchen and devoured an entire batch of freshly baked cookies, leaving a trail of crumbs and giggles in our wake.Those carefree days seemed like a lifetime ago but the bond still remained strong."I hope you're holdi
Mafia’s Slut: Young Blood, Old Money Chapter 13
SOFIA'S POVAs we pulled away from my Mark's mansion, the warm evening sunlight cast a golden glow over the city. The sounds of honking horns, chattering pedestrians, and car engines gradually faded into the background. We hit the highway, and the smooth hum of the car's engine took over.I settled into the plush leather seat, feeling a mix of comfort and unease. Mark's decision to drive himself this evening surprised me. Where was his usual chauffeur? I wondered. Was this a deliberate choice because we were going for a family event, or was there another reason?The quietness between us was palpable, almost thick enough to touch. Mark's eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, I sneaked glances at him, noticing his sharp jawline and the shape of his brow.Outside, the city transformed into a montage of colours – neon billboards, streetlights, and brake lights of evening buses. We drove past rows of towering skyscrapers, their windows reflecting the vibrant hues of the setting sun.As th
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MARK'S POVI pulled out of the warehouse parking lot, feeling a mix of exhaustion and relief. The issues were finally under control, and I could focus on other things for now. Like tackling the bad press about my family and me. Instead of heading back to the office, I decided to go straight home. The day had been long enough already, and I needed some time to myself. As I drove, my mind drifted to Sofia's press conference. I hope it has gone smoothly and she is handling the pressure just okay. I quickened my pace, eager to see her and hear all about it.Pulling into our driveway, I noticed Sofia's car wasn't there. Where was she?As I walked into the living room, the kids' excited chatter and laughter greeted me. I smiled, grateful for the warm welcome. After a long morning sorting out issues at the warehouse, coming home to my kids was just what I needed."Daddy's home!" Luis squealed, racing into my arms.I scooped him up, twirling him around while Joey clung to my leg, beaming.
Mafia’s Slut: Young Blood, Old Money Chapter 19
SOFIA'S POVAs I stood in front of the mirror, I adjusted the fitted blazer, smoothing out any wrinkles. The tailored pants hugged my curves perfectly, exuding confidence and poise. My heels, a matching neutral shade, added a touch of sophistication to the overall look. I had aimed for a "boss lady" vibe, and I was convinced I had nailed it.I glanced at my watch, It was 9:45 AM. The driver should be arriving any minute now. Mark had instructed him to pick me up on time, to ensure we arrived at the briefing with plenty of time to spare.As I waited, I took a few deep breaths, mentally preparing myself for the charade ahead. I rehearsed my lines, visualized the smile I would wear, and steeled myself for the cameras and questions.A knock at the door broke the silence. "Ma'am, your car is ready," Maria the maid announced.I grabbed my clutch and took one last look in the mirror. The woman staring back at me was unrecognizable – polished, poised, and ready to face the world.I stepped ou
Mafia’s Slut: Young Blood, Old Money Chapter 18
SOFIA'S POVI woke up to a beautiful, bright, sunny morning, feeling refreshed and ready to tackle the day. After a gentle stretch, I got out of bed and began my daily routine. First things first, bath time for the kids! I spent some quality time getting them cleaned up and dressed for the day. They chattered excitedly as we made our way downstairs to have breakfast. As we settled in for breakfast, the kids climbed into their chairs, eager for their morning meal. As I poured cereal into the kids' bowls, Mark's sudden entrance caught my attention. His expression was tense, and his eyes seemed to hold a mix of urgency and frustration. "Hey," Mark greeted, his voice low and serious."Good morning," I greeted, faking a smile. Mark ignored my greeting and hesitated before finally speaking. "There's a press briefing scheduled for today, and I need you to represent me."My spoon hovered over the cereal box, "Me? Why?"My mind raced with confusion and alarm as Mark's words hung in the ai
Mafia’s Slut: Young Blood, Old Money Chapter 17
MARK'S POVSofia giggled out loud, her eyes sparkling with delight as she heard the kids insist on sleeping in her room; I couldn't help but watch her. The way her face lit up, the gentle curve of her smile, it was infectious. But I reined in my thoughts, reminding myself to maintain my reserve."Sofia, don't get too carried away," I cautioned, my voice softer than I intended. "It's just the kids being kids."Sofia's response was barely above a whisper, but her words struck a chord within me. "I'm just happy they want to be close to me."I didn't respond. Instead, I stood up, my movements abrupt, and walked into my room. The door closed behind me with a soft click, a deliberate separation from the warmth Sofia's words had ignited. For a moment, I forgot I was mad at her from the party.I stepped into my room, shutting the door behind me. I began to undress, shedding my clothes as I made my way to the shower. As the warm water travelled down my body, I couldn't shake off Sofia's radia
Mafia’s Slut: Young Blood, Old Money Chapter 16
CHAPTER 16SOFIA'S POVI stood there, completely stunned by Mark's question. His words cut deep, making me feel like I was the one who'd done something wrong. Again. My eyes sting, but I refuse to let those tears fall. How could he not see the embarrassment and hurt still radiating from me? Didn't he care that I had been humiliated in front of everyone?"Whose jacket is this?" Mark repeated, his voice firm.I stammered, taken aback by his indifference. "A-a man...he gave it to me. He saw me standing outside, alone and cold. He was nice enough to offer it."My voice trembled slightly, betraying my emotions. I couldn't believe Mark's priorities.I looked up at Mark, searching for empathy, but his expression remained unreadable.Mark rolled his eyes, and his gaze snapped back to mine, the intensity making me shift uncomfortably. "Can you describe what he looked like?" he asked, his tone firm but laced with a hint of frustration.I hesitated, trying to recall the stranger's features. My
Mafia’s Slut: Young Blood, Old Money Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15MARK'S POVI stood frozen, my eyes locked on Sofia's retreating figure. The drama had unfolded like wildfire, leaving me reeling. I didn't know what to believe or who to trust. Confusion swirled in my mind, but I kept my expression neutral, not wanting to fuel the tension.Internally, I was torn. Part of me wanted to rush after Sofia and apologised. Perhaps make things right. Another part remained loyal to my family, questioning Sofia's accusations.As the room began to stir, I made a decision. "I need to see the truth," I thought."I'll review the CCTV footage," I said to myself, resolve firming in my voice. "That'll clear up what really happened."I turned and headed toward the security room, determined to uncover the truth behind the spilt drinks and Sofia's anguish.I walked briskly into the security room and was immediately struck by the guards' rumpled appearance. There were three of them, each looking like they had just been in a scuffle.The first guard, a burly man
Mafia’s Slut: Young Blood, Old Money Chapter 14
SOFIA'S POV I stood frozen, my dress soaked and dripping with the spilt drinks. The waitress still apologized profusely, her eyes darting nervously around the room."I'm so sorry, miss. I'm clumsy sometimes."I barely acknowledged her, my mind reeling from the shock. And then, Mark's mother appeared, her expression concerned."Sofia, what happened?"I took a deep breath, trying to explain. "This waitress...she spilled drinks on me. I think it was intentional. She looked at me before pouring—"But before I could finish, Mark's mother's expression transformed. Her eyes flashed with anger, and her hand swung, connecting with my cheek in a stinging slap.I gasped, shock and pain radiating through my face. I held my cheek, stunned."How dare you accuse my Niece of such behaviour?" Mark's mother spat, her voice venomous.Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I struggled to process what had just happened."I...I didn't know she was your niece" I stammered incoherently. "I didn't spill
Mafia’s Slut: Young Blood, Old Money Chapter 13
SOFIA'S POVAs we pulled away from my Mark's mansion, the warm evening sunlight cast a golden glow over the city. The sounds of honking horns, chattering pedestrians, and car engines gradually faded into the background. We hit the highway, and the smooth hum of the car's engine took over.I settled into the plush leather seat, feeling a mix of comfort and unease. Mark's decision to drive himself this evening surprised me. Where was his usual chauffeur? I wondered. Was this a deliberate choice because we were going for a family event, or was there another reason?The quietness between us was palpable, almost thick enough to touch. Mark's eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, I sneaked glances at him, noticing his sharp jawline and the shape of his brow.Outside, the city transformed into a montage of colours – neon billboards, streetlights, and brake lights of evening buses. We drove past rows of towering skyscrapers, their windows reflecting the vibrant hues of the setting sun.As th
Mafia’s Slut: Young Blood, Old Money CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 12SOFIA'S POV As I took a quick shower, the warm water enveloped me, melting away the tension of the evening. My muscles relaxed, and I breathed in slowly.But as I closed my eyes, my mind began to wander. Thoughts of Mark's behaviour and the mysterious evening ahead faded into the background, and it was replaced by a more familiar, comforting presence - my brother Carl.I hoped he was doing okay. It felt like an eternity since we'd last sat down together, just the two of us, sharing our thoughts and laughter. Life had been busy, pulling us in different directions, but my concern for him remained constant.Memories of our childhood flooded my mind - the silly fights, the whispered secrets, and the uncontrollable laughter. I recalled the time we snuck into Mom's kitchen and devoured an entire batch of freshly baked cookies, leaving a trail of crumbs and giggles in our wake.Those carefree days seemed like a lifetime ago but the bond still remained strong."I hope you're holdi
