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Chapter 93: Training the Heiress
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[Juliette's POV] “You can’t make me stay!” I cried out in vexation. “I will go to the office tomorrow!” After the ice application, we were back in the dining room for a quick supper. Ralph glared at me. “Half of your face is already swollen, goddamn it! Do you want Jewel to take the other half? What the hell’s wrong with you?” I jolted closer to him, my hands on the table gripping with indignation. “I DON’T WANT YOU NEAR HER!” Tha Mafia King blinked. His face jerked away to stare ahead. A slight tint crept up his cheekbones. “You said that given her response earlier, she’s sure to drop by the office tomorrow. So the more I should be there, shouldn’t I?” I pointed at the crimson handprint on my right cheek. “To return the courtesy!” He swallowed then lowered his gaze and muttered firmly, “You’re no match for her, Juliette. All the women of the Virtus family were taught a trick or two of the martial arts since they were four. That—” He pointed at my raw cheek. “Is evidence.”
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[Juliette’s POV]“Juliette,” Ralph breathed. “Don’t,” I interjected, then pulled myself up to look at him. He was no longer smiling. His fierce gaze was back. We stared into each other's eyes for another long while, searching for answers that were only for the hypothetical, until he sat up and gently cupped my face with his strong, large palms. Bringing his face close to mine, he whispered firmly, “Being a Mafia taught me something–life is not fiction. If it was, then I wanted nothing more than to go away with you.” He wiped a tear that had spilled from the corner of my eye and took my lips for a brief kiss. When he pulled back, I murmured with a sad smile, “But life’s not a novel….” He shook his head at me. “We’ve got other lives to take care of. You got yours….” He swallowed and exhaled, “And I’ve got mine.” He lowered his gaze to my fingers resting on his lap and slotted his through mine before adding, “We didn’t start out as Mafia, Juliette.” “‘Virtus’... refers to ‘valour’
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[Juliette’s POV]Ralph coughed and brusquely replied, “Yes.” “What about the elbow? Seems like it works best when the person’s standing behind me.” I swung my elbow to my back, to show him what I meant, and earned a chuckle. “Yes, you’re right. But aim for anything lower than the chest.”I tried shoving my right elbow at an imaginary person behind me. “So the waist. The stomach.” Ralph nodded. “Those areas are wide open for a person holding you from behind.” It sounded simple. Yet I wasn’t quite confident about it. Would I react in time? He probably read it on my face, for he said, “Here, let me show you.” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to a tree. Pressing my back against the trunk, he asked, “Where does the wrist joint hit?” I moved my freed wrist up and placed the wrist joint at his chin. In the blink of an eye, he swung both my hands up and pinned my wrist joints above my head, on the tree. “Ow! Ralph! What are you doing?” His face came closer. “Training.” I stared a
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[Juliette’s POV] I stared at Ralph as he added with an earnest look in his hazel eyes, “They should have a life where they didn’t have to use violence.” I got what he meant, and I completely agreed with him. With a large, pleased grin, I turned back to the front and snuggled against his strong chest, and said in a dreamy voice, “Then let’s have two football teams of kids. They’ll all be Tommy’s siblings.” The Mafia King chuckled. “You sure?” “Yes!” I chirped. “We’ll have enough to end the feud. Our families will be united as one.” He hugged me close and kissed the top of my head as the horse throttled peacefully along. “What do we call them?” “We’ll need a system for their names.” “We’ll go by alphabetical order,” he suggested. “Adam Lux-Virtus.” I shifted aside to look up at him again. “Lux Virtus?” He smiled at me. “Didn’t you say it’s a union?” I turned back to the front, beaming to myself. “I wasn’t expecting that. I mean, Tommy is the next head of the clan.” “L
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[Juliette’s POV] Three hours and a lunch later, Ralph and I left the diner with enough cash to take another cab to our next destination. And I was back to hugging the Mafia King in the backseat of the car. “I’m surprised, you’re not disgusted.” I frowned a little. “By what?” “I smell nasty after working in the kitchen.” I shrugged at the grinning handsome beast. “It’s the smell of hard work, why would I be disgusted by it? What?” “You surprised me yet again.” He leaned in to kiss me and pulled away. “I may come across as entitled and privileged, but I value diligence and honesty above everything else.” His thick brows knitted. “Sounds like there’s something between the lines.” “You’re just gonna show me the good stuff, aren’t you?” He gazed at me meaningfully, then turned from me to look ahead as he sighed. “That’s one of the successes Ben and I managed to achieve over the course of five years.” “How many of these successes are there?” I whispered with concern.
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[Juliette’s POV]And then it crashed onto me. Like a boulder. I observed those golden swirls in his eyes burning with hurt and that hurt clenched my chest. Utensils down and my mouth wiped, I reached across the table and covered his hand with mine. ‘Growing up, I imagine the Virtuses as cold-blooded monsters,’ I began. Those brown irises dilated with fury, and I slipped my fingers through that large hand and rubbed my skin against his to calm the fire. ‘Because of all the stories I’ve been fed—we’ve all been fed.’ To his tensed jaw, I muttered softly, ‘I must speak for everyone, Ralph.’ ‘You’re not telling me that your father was fed the same story. He came to me with the aim of stealing my family’s land, Juliette.’ ‘I’m not saying—.’ ‘Stop defending him!’ Ralph jerked his hand out of my grasp, fuming. But his eyes never left me, which was a good sign. So immediately, I leaned forward and pleaded, ‘I’m not defending him.’ ‘Then what the fuck are you doing?’ ‘I’m trying to te
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[Ralph’s POV]I blinked at the Hong Kong mob leader and his voice returned. ‘... do you think?’ What were we discussing? Something that reminded me of Juliette and the baby. Of my fears. Of the baby dying inside Juliette’s stomach… or Juliette dying with the baby—yes. We were talking about that old fox and his shady business. My finger stopped tapping. ‘I’m closing all of it down.’ ‘No offence, nong Ralph.’ The Thai leader burst through. ‘My elders love khun Lux. It won’t be easy to shut them down.’ Chinh was frowning too. ‘You close down one, another will pop up. Who’ll say no to money?’‘Money and power,’ mumbled Andrei. ‘I’ve told you before. Harold Lux is well-connected. I can’t have the boys going against me. There are many who’ll have my head and you said that you’ll handle it. So all I have to do is focus on protecting my family from the ollies.’ ‘And this doesn’t change that,’ I repeated firmly. ‘I failed to see how,’ muttered the cool and collected Isamu. ‘Harold-san gi
