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CHAP 8: {THEIR Agreement: Family Union}
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THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 9:{Devil dine}
{Abebi}I took a deep breath as I stood at the entrance of the dining hall, my heart pounding in my chest. The red fabric of my dress clung to my curves, revealing just enough to capture attention without crossing the line. I knew the importance of this moment, the weight of expectations resting upon my shoulders.Tommy's family members were already seated around the grand dining table, their laughter and lively conversation filling the air. I couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and excitement. It was a delicate balance, knowing that my performance would determine their perception of me, of my worth within the family.With each step I took, I tried to exude confidence and grace; the music playing softly in the background, guiding my movements. I danced non-seductively, focusing on elegance and finesse rather than overt sensuality. I wanted to show them I could captivate their attention without resorting to explicit gestures.As I glided across the red carpet, my eyes caught Rocco's
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAPTER 10: {unity}
{Mac Allister}I stormed towards Angelica's room, my anger simmering beneath the surface. I knocked forcefully, my frustration evident in the way my knuckles connected with the door. As Angelica opened the door, I wasted no time. With a swift and purposeful motion, I grabbed her by the neck, pinning her against the wall. The force of my grip made her gasp for air, her eyes widening in shock and fear."What did you do back there?" I seethed, my voice laced with anger and disappointment. The words came out in a low, menacing growl. I needed answers, and I need them now."What are you talking about?" Angelica uttered between gasps, her voice strained and filled with confusion. Her attempts to speak were stifled by my firm hold on her neck, a physical reminder of the power I held at that moment."At dinner last night, for God's sake!" I replied, frustration edging its way into my voice. Memories of the events from the previous evening flashed through my mind, intensifying my anger. "Whe
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 11:{my body Is your}
{Mac Allister}" Mother, come with me " I held my mother's arm gently as we discreetly make our way toward the tiny exit, evading the prying eyes of the gathered mafia bosses. Their scrutinizing gazes followed us, their curiosity piqued by our sudden departure. I couldn't help but notice Rocco's lingering stare, a mix of intrigue and perhaps something more sinister.I stood there, anger coursing through my veins, as my mother attempted to justify her decision. Her words echoed in my mind, mingling with the weight of responsibility that had been thrust upon me. The alliance through marriage, the intertwining of our family with the Tommy family, had been orchestrated without my consent, without even consulting me."Why don't you consult me to know my willingness?" I exclaimed, my voice tinged with frustration and resentment. The notion of my desires and wishes being disregarded was a bitter pill to swallow. I had always been taught that loyalty and unity were paramount, but to be exc
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 12:{last kiss}
{Mac Allister}I slowly opened my eyes. As I stretched and yawned, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Jacinda, still peacefully nestled within the soft embrace of the blanket. Her naked form radiated beauty and vulnerability, a sight that never failed to stir a sense of awe within me.Leaning closer, I brushed my lips against her forehead, savoring the warmth that emanated from her skin. A tender kiss, filled with unspoken affection and a promise of a shared future. I wanted to linger at that moment, to memorize the delicate curve of her lips and the way her eyelashes gently fluttered against her cheeks.With a sigh, I rose from the bed and made my way to the wardrobe. I opted for a simple attire—a pair of shorts and a comfortable singlet—embracing the freedom and casualness of the morning. As I dressed, my mind wandered, reflecting on the complexity of the choices that lay before me.Leaving Jacinda to her peaceful slumber, I leaned over to press a gentle kiss on her lips. It was
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP: 13{escape plan}
{Mac Allister}I stood there at the altar, my gaze fixed upon Jacinda and Tommy (who was been pushed in his Ash colored wheelchair) approaching me. A knot tightened in my stomach. The weight of the moment was palpable, heightened by the realization that the priest standing beside me was none other than Krystallo, the infamous mafia priest known for his merciless acts.My eyes inadvertently drifted towards the cross-shaped tattoo, intertwined with a viper, adorning Krystallo's neck. The intricate design served as a chilling reminder of the countless lives he had taken and the blood that stained his hands. It was a symbol of power and ruthlessness, one that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals.I stood there, my eyes fixed upon Tommy in his wheelchair, and a surge of mixed emotions welled up within me. Seeing him pull out a cigarette and begin smoking, an act that symbolized defiance and a rebellious spirit, added an unexpected layer of complexity to the mome
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE {The gift}
{Abebi} I strolled through the familiar paths of the Allister compound, accompanied by my dear friend Chiara. A rare opportunity for lighthearted conversation arose. The sun's warm rays enveloped us, and a gentle breeze whispered through the trees, creating a serene atmosphere that eased the weight on my shoulders."Congratulations," Chiara exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. I glanced at her, curiosity etched on my face. "On what?" I questioned, a hint of uncertainty lacing my words.Chiara's mischievous grin grew wider as she relished the moment, preparing to share her news. "You're the new right-hand woman to Mac Allister," she said, her voice brimming with admiration. A faint smile tugged at the corners of my lips, though skepticism tempered my joy. "Oh, it's temporary," I explained, a tinge of resignation seeping into my tone. "I know Madame Beatrice will reassure her position once she regains consciousness."Chiara's expression softened, and a flicker of concern s
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 15:{ preparedness}
{Abebi}I told nobody about Mac Allister buying me a phone. Even my friend Chiara was not aware. I personally made it my little secret.It was the early hours of the morning, and a sense of anticipation lingered in the air as I picked up the cell phone gifted to me by Mac Allister. With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, I turned it on, eager to connect with my brother, whom I had lost contact with for far too long.But as I attempted to enter his number, a wave of despair washed over me. I couldn't recall the digits; they had slipped from my memory like grains of sand through clenched fingers. Frantically searching my mind for a solution, I realized I had written his number down in my diary. However, in my distress, the diary seemed to have vanished, adding another layer of frustration to my already troubled state.I crumpled to the floor, overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness. Tears streamed down my face as I contemplated the dire consequences of my predicament. Mac Allister
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 16: { five kings}
{Abebi}I watched as Mac Allister walked past us, his piercing gaze sweeping over me, Isabella, Chiara, and Aurora as we diligently arranged the food on the table. His presence commanded attention, and I could feel a slight unease settle within me."I haven't seen Bianca," Mac Allister remarked, his voice filled with suspicion. I quickly responded, offering an explanation. "She went to retrieve something from her room," I replied, my voice maintaining a level of confidence.However, Mac Allister's intuition seemed to kick in, sensing that I was not being entirely truthful. His sharp perception cut through the air. "Are you sure? Did Bianca disobey your orders?" he inquired, his gaze fixed upon me. I could sense the tension building in the room.At that moment, Chiara, ever loyal and quick-witted, came to my rescue. "Yes, she openly defied her orders in front of all of us," Chiara interjected, her voice unwavering as she supported me. Her words held weight, and I knew that honesty w
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THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 79:{Death of a king}
{Mac Allister}{Thursday afternoon} _2pm I sat on the plush purple chair in my living room, relishing in the aftermath of my meticulously planned church explosion. The news reports were flooded with details of the incident, validating the success of my calculated moves. With each channel I switched to, the chaos and destruction fueled a sense of satisfaction deep within me.My faithful companion, the dog named Rogo, sat faithfully by my side, offering silent companionship in this moment of triumph. As the news continued to unfold, my phone suddenly rang, interrupting the serene atmosphere. Curiosity piqued, I picked up the phone and answered with a cool demeanor, "Hello, who is this?""It's Heretic," the familiar voice on the other end replied. "You did an exceptional job. You deserve a special reward. Come to my house."A smirk played on my lips as I weighed the options. While I didn't necessarily need any recognition or external validation, I understood the importance of cultiva
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 78:{ A king is born}
{Abebi}{ Thursday {morning }I sat on my bed, my head resting on the pillow, enjoying the peacefulness of my room. Suddenly, Tony burst into my room, his face filled with sadness and despair. My heart sank at the sight of his expression."What happened, Tony? Why are you so sad?" I asked, my voice trembling with worry. The cold air blew through the room, adding a chill to the already heavy atmosphere."There was an explosion at the cathedral," Tony said, his voice strained. "Everyone is dead, including Mateo."My breath caught in my throat, and a scream of anguish escaped my lips. The news hit me like a tidal wave, crashing over me with overwhelming force. Mateo, my dear brother, was gone in an instant. The tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to process the magnitude of the tragedy.I reached out to hold Tony's hand, finding solace in our shared grief. The plastic chair creaked under his weight as he sat down, weariness etched across his face. We were both grappling with the
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 77:{ Ash Wednesday}
{Mac Allister}{Wednesday } 9 am"Hey, where are you going?" a church guard inquired, his eyes fixed on the substance concealed under the blue nylon in my hands. I maintained a composed demeanor, knowing that my every move and response were critical."Just want to see the father," I replied confidently, attempting to divert the guard's attention from the suspicious package.Curiosity getting the better of him, the guard insisted, "What is inside the bag?"I hesitated for a moment, carefully choosing my words. "Take a look. It's simply a gift for the father," I said, my voice calm and convincing.The guard cautiously reached out, his hand grasping the blue nylon as he pulled it open to inspect its contents. His eyes fell upon the innocuous sight of a neatly packaged bundle of bread, seemingly harmless and ordinary."Alright, move on," the guard permitted, satisfied with my response. I nodded in gratitude and continued my journey into the church.As I entered, the soft flickering glow
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 76:{ the heresy of the heretic}
{Mac Allister}"Oh Rogo, don't you know it's night?" I gently pushed my loyal dog off the bed. Rogo obediently trotted away, his tail wagging with a hint of sadness. I drew my eyes to the parcel he had brought me, and I reached out to grab it. "Thank you, boy," I murmured, patting Rogo's head as he eagerly licked my hand.As I read the words on the card that emerged from the parcel, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. "Wow, Tommy's burial," I said to myself, a sinister smile tugging at the corners of my lips. This was an unexpected opportunity, a chance to finally settle the score with Tommy and the other Mafia Dons who had dared to disrespect me.I switched off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. The soft glow of the moon peeked through the curtains, casting faint shadows across the room. I settled back into my bed; the warmth enveloping me, and Rogo nestled by my side, his loyal presence bringing me comfort.{Tuesday}The morning sunlight bathed the world in a
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 75:{ we are family}
{Abebi}I sat behind my desk, the glass background offering a view of the bustling city streets below. The tiny artwork on the table depicted wine being poured into a cup, a poignant reminder of the business that had brought my family success and now seemed to slip away. Mateo and Camelia sat across from me, their presence a painful reminder of the betrayals I had recently discovered.My eyes scanned the paper in front of me, though my mind was consumed with a mixture of disappointment and concern. "Our market value has fallen," I said, my voice heavy with sadness. I looked up from the paper, locking my eyes with Mateo. "How long have you shut down the factory?" I asked, a sense of urgency creeping into my tone.Mateo hesitated, his voice faltering as he struggled to find the words. I could see the weight of his actions weighed heavily on him. "Ah, hmm," he stammered, his gaze shifting uncomfortably. But I would not let him off the hook that easily. "I want nothing but the truth,"
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 74:{ Carelessness}
{Abebi}I lay in my bed, my hands gently caressing my growing baby bump. It was seven months now, and I could feel the baby's movements, a comforting reminder of the life growing within me. My gaze shifted to the large painting hanging on the wall, depicting a crowned figure. It reminded me of the responsibilities that awaited me as the new leader.The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across my room. Books lined the shelves of my little library, and my reading desk beckoned me with unfinished manuscripts. The melodious chirping of birds reached my ears from the back of the house, adding a touch of serenity to the moment.Suddenly, the door swung open, breaking into my reverie. Mateo, my brother, barged into the room, his face filled with urgency. "Have you checked the news?" he exclaimed, tossing a newspaper towards me.I caught the newspaper, the crinkling sound echoing in the room. Unfolding it, I skimmed the headlines, my eyes scanning for any signif
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 73:{ men's in wheelchairs}
{Mac Allister}{2 months later}Sitting alone in my bed with my rogo, memories of what transpired between me and Abebi came recalling always in my mind. I can remember about 4 mafia Dons voted for me in the Babylon Tower, but the problem is I don't know who they are. My stripper spies have failed to give me concrete information. I guess the mafia truly hold to their secrecy about who they vote for.As I gently tapped my dog on the head, the familiar ringtone pierced through the silence. I reached for my phone and answered, "Hello, Jane.""Hello, Don," Jane replied at the other end of the line."You failed. You were unable to eliminate Fico," I said with a hint of disappointment, my voice laced with frustration. My dog attempted to lick my face, and I instinctively pushed it away."I am sorry, Don. Fico proved to be a formidable target," Jane responded, her voice tinged with remorse."Well, I hope you have something more reliable this time," I said, eager to hear any information tha
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 72:{ Broken heart}
{Abebi}I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as I stood before the assembled mafia Dons. The weight of their expectations and the responsibility that now rested upon my shoulders became palpable. Tommy's words reverberated in my ears as he emphasized the importance of protecting my business ventures and the need for consent before anyone dared to cross those boundaries. It was a powerful statement, setting the tone for my reign as the Mistress of Death and asserting my authority over the criminal underworld.As the lady distributed the blue-colored papers to each Don, I watched their expressions closely, knowing that the contents of those documents held the blueprint for our future operations. It was a pivotal moment, as we collectively embraced a new mode of operation—one that would define our path forward.At that moment, my gaze met Mac Allister's disappointed eyes. I could sense the conflict within him, torn between loyalty to his family name and the changing tides of our o
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 71:{The Dark room: The mistress of death}
{Mac Allister }{Twenty minutes earlier}I parked my G-Wagon in the designated spot at the Babylon Tower. The full moon illuminated the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the surroundings. Its radiant light seemed to bless this pivotal moment, as if bearing witness to the events that were about to unfold.Approaching the entrance of the hall, a man stationed there acknowledged my presence with a respectful nod. "The great Allister," he said, his voice carrying a hint of awe. I acknowledged his greeting with a brief nod of my own, maintaining an air of confidence and authority.Reaching into the depths of my pocket, I retrieved a golden coin, a symbol of my status and power within the underworld. With a deft flick of my wrist, I tossed the coin into the waiting bucket suspended by a chain, signifying my acceptance and participation in the proceedings.The hall was bathed in a soft, moonlit glow, creating an ambience that seemed both ominous and captivating. The air crackled wit
