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Tangled With The Mafia King Not a chance, Old man
AlessandroI was tempted to laugh.No, I laughed.I laughed so much that my grandfather began to question my sanity.But can anyone blame me? What else can I do when my sorry excuse for a grandfather thinks using the woman I hate will be the best way to offer me what I have always desired?True, I want that seat.But one of the reasons why I made Carrie leave her life in San Francisco was because she could easily become my key to what I desired.All I had to do was patiently wait until she could trust me enough to get married to me.That was the original plan. Though things I didn’t envision happened along the line, that plan is still very much solid.So the fact that my grandfather thinks that he can use his dirty tactics to tweak my plan that is already in motion made me laugh to the extent that I made Eduardo contract my mirth.Carrie on the other hand, kept staring at me. It seemed she failed to find sense in my reaction.But really, what else could I do but laugh?I laughed becau
Tangled With The Mafia King Your downfall
CarrieAs we drove to the Valante’s residence, I replayed the earlier moment and it strangely reminded me of the day I met Gary in that unknown town. I recalled his offer to find a new life outside of the mess I had found myself in.Back then, I was eager to consider the offer, I might have even said yes if Alessandro had not shown up.But right now, I don’t mind being in the mess I have found myself in. At this point, it’s almost intriguing that my life has become dramatic in ways I can never predict.And that was something I never had when I was reckless with life under the roof of my father. Each night was predictable. I knew what would be happening on certain days because my father’s money was enough to control a crowd to do as I wished.But here, there’s nothing like that.It’s like I’m in a jungle trying to survive potential attacks from every angle, only that I enjoy being in the jungle.And the reason I find it enjoyable is all because of this man, Alessandro Valante.I stole
Tangled With The Mafia King Downfall
CarrieThe more blood rushed out of the man’s arm like a stream that was just released from the bondage of thick rocks, the more Kante derived pleasure from that moment.I, on the other hand, who was throwing up hopefully the last batch of the weird liquid mixture that just came out of me, wondered if Kante was in any way in his right mind.Regardless of his desire or thirst for blood, he had no right to walk into that room and carve deep pain into Mr. Calmar’s arm.But then, seeing Kante in such a scene broke the view I always had of him. As his eyes glinted with pure amusement, I concluded that all the men in the Valante’s residence were knee-deep in their Mafia business. And Kante was no exception.And that makes me wonder if all the things he told me while we were dating were lies. He always talked about how he wanted to be a DJ and stuff like that. I always believed him because I felt that he was sincere.Anyway, at the point I have reached, I don’t think I can endure staying a m
Tangled With The Mafia King In charge
CarrieI was bewildered by his abrupt and seducing suggestion. But I was quick to adhere to it and soon, my hands were slipping down the wetness of his shirt. The hold he had on my buttocks disappeared and I was on my knees, looking up at him as if he was about to lord over me.Well, in a sense, he is about to.“There you go….” His voice strained past the noise of the shower. He held my chin and inspected my face with utmost seriousness. “This is a lovely sight,” he said. “Should I make it lovelier? Hmm?” His fingers began to trace the wetness on my skin and that caused a stir both in my stomach and nether area. “Should I make my flower bloom some more?”His words made me a little shy. And that’s weird. I am never shy when it comes to things like this. Most times, even when I am in a position where I have to be on my knees, I always make sure I am in charge. But with Alessandro, I can’t afford to do that. He overpowers my intentions and desires before I get to realise what’s happening
Tangled With The Mafia King What is love?
CarrieI expected that when we got to our new home, we would be stumbling into the bedroom while trying to get each other naked.No, that didn’t happen.While we did walk into the bedroom, we both got dressed in comfortable PJs, climbed the bed, brought out a laptop for some Netflix, and then chilled by sharing laughs over the movie we were watching.Almost two hours later, the movie ended, Alessandro pushed the laptop to a side and motioned to me to move closer. I did as he asked, and I was soon cocooned into his side, his protective side oozing strongly as he draped an arm over my shoulder.Then, he said, “I should watch movies more. This one was unrealistic but enjoyable.”Well, I doubt a man like him would find movies amusing on a good day. But I focused on his statement.“Do you really think it was unrealistic?” I recalled the fine scenes of the movies we just watched. “I think their love was realistic and normal.”His nose scrunched in disagreement. “Was that love? I don’t think
Tangled With The Mafia King Lifeless
AlessandroThere was no need to debate. This man will die by my hands and nobody can stop me.I just don’t understand why a person can’t be sane enough to know when to back out. I am not aware of the things Frank Maximus did on the other side, but the fact that he made Carrie scared angers me and I won’t forgive that insanity of his.If I have to bury him in the loose sands of the beach and allow the deadliest skin-eaters to perch on him, I would gladly do that to teach him a lesson.There was just one problem. Apart from the sea, there was nowhere else in sight where I could finish him off. The shabby building he was caged in before was too far from the house and I needed to utilise my anger in the best way so that the fool can feel my wrath.So, after a quick check around for something that would work as a deadly weapon, I chose to opt for the sea option. And soon, I was dragging him on the sand, his resistance nothing of importance beside my strength.When I was almost knee-deep in
Tangled With The Mafia King Please... more
AlessandroEach time I kiss her, I feel things. It has been like that since the very first day we met. Those things I feel are the reasons I lose my reason.And when our heats join, when I feel how eager she is for me, I become a fool.An absolute fool.If I didn’t take caution, I think I would have grovelled at Carrie’s feet at some point. All those times she showed displeasure at the things I did, I would have fallen on my knees and begged for absolution if my pride hadn’t stopped me.But right now, I don’t think I can endure keeping my pride.I was cupping both sides of Carrie’s face and the way she gently gave me access made my head spin. The way her delicious lips responded to my kiss and the way she tugged at my shirt was enough to make me lose the last piece of reasoning I had.It didn’t help matters that her chest was bare but I soon used that to my advantage.As I made our liplock fiercer and irresistible, I took one hand to the arch of her back. I began to trace my fingers o
Tangled With The Mafia King I am using you
CarrieIt took a long bath for me to get every bit of my senses back.I lost them when Alessandro found my depths in ways I never knew could happen. The overpowering pleasure I felt made me helpless and as I said, it took a long bath to get rid of the trance.Once I was done bathing, I walked out to see that Alessandro had packed two small bags.Is it weird if I say that till now, I don’t know where my clothes are gotten from?Alessandro firmly carried the bags and faced me.Then I asked, “Are we going somewhere?”“Yes. Get dressed and met me in the car.”His response was gruff and somewhat rude. But I deduced a higher level of seriousness as he walked out of the room and that was enough sign that something was about to happen.I only had to find out what that was.Within minutes, I was dressed and was walking out of the building with the feeling of Alessandro’s intense strokes still lingering between my legs.I don’t think I can ever forget the feeling.If anything, I am sure that I
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Tangled With The Mafia King Epilogue
CarrieAlessandro and I sat in silence for a very long time. We held hands and stared at the sea and the way it displayed its beauty while the wind played with it.Then, after many minutes, I asked, “How have you been?”Alessandro faced me, his gorgeous eyes making my heart skip as though it was the first time meeting him. “Before a few moments ago, I have been shitty. Very shitty.”His response tempted me to imagine how terrible things were for him when my father captured me. But a glimpse of that imagination made my heart ache, so I quickly dumped that idea.“I am sorry, Alessandro.“Why?”“My father caused us so much pain. He uh-” I lowered my head while a faint memory of how I suffered in that dark room seeped into my mind.“Don’t think about it, Carrie.” Alessandro’s soft gaze met mine. “It is too sad.”“It happened, Alessandro. How do I face it if I don’t think about it?”“Carrie.” A crack entered his voice and for some seconds, he bit into his lips. “You were in hell back there
Tangled With The Mafia King I love you, my flower
Alessandro“Mr. Valante,” the doctor dragged me out of my deep thoughts.“How is she?” After Carrie asked a question that made my entire soul crash, she lost consciousness and we had to rush her to the hospital.“Thankfully, we were able to stabilise her, but she needs to be watched for some days. While we wait, we’ll run necessary tests and take care of her to the best of our ability.”“Will she be fine?” That was all I wished to know.“Yes. I believe she will overcome this.” The doctor still had questions. “From the chart I got from the patient’s previous hospital, it indicated that she was pregnant.”My throat felt heavier. “She… She lost the baby, didn’t she?”He sighed. Then he nodded. “We will have to test for an overdose. Especially for Diclofenac and Misoprostol. It is possible that they were given to the patient regularly. If that turns out to be true, the culprit will be charged with murder. That’s as far as I know.”“Thank you, doctor. But…” I hesitated to ask my question bu
Tangled With The Mafia King Welcoming darkness
CarrieWhen my eyes opened again, I felt strange, I felt clean. But that feeling failed to override the disappointment I felt when I realised that I was still alive.Darkness surrounded me as usual and emptiness joined the party.And all I could do was stare at nothing and wait for the worst to happen.Many moments later, the door opened and the light came on.Gary stepped into the room.“You are awake,” he said, his hand carrying a tray of what seemed to be food.I could have scoffed at that sight if I had the strength. At this point, eating is meaningless. I doubt I would be able to swallow anything.“You should eat,” Gary continued. He knelt and dropped the tray on the floor. “It has been days since you had anything. You should at least eat something.”“Gary…” My voice was greatly weak as usual.“Yes, Carrie?” I listened as he dragged himself closer. “What is it? Do you need to go to the bathroom? You don’t have to make a mess here anymore. It is unhealthy.”“I…” I focused on the ce
Tangled With The Mafia King Tears, more tears and her father's torture
AlessandroI have lost my mind.I’ll keep losing my mind.I’ll keep letting images of Carrie haunt me in dreams and real life. I’ll continue to be a version of myself I’ll never understand as long as things continue this way.It’s been a month since Carrie’s disappearance and everything has turned upside down. After a long day of locating Carrie to no avail, I resort to a lifestyle that makes me furious with myself.I can’t stop it though. Right now, it’s the only way I know to survive.And that’s why I won’t back away from crushing the head of the man kneeling in front of me with the end of my gun.That’s right. I went back to CDP.I thought it was the only place I could be fairly sane while I searched for Carrie.But what happens now that I’ve lost a great deal of my sanity? I guess I’ll just have to go with the flow of things and see if I’ll lose every other thing in my life.After all, it seems I’m about to lose Carrie.The grip I had on the man’s hair loosened and I staggered bac
Tangled With The Mafia King Laughter from my father
( Trigger Warning for chapters ahead: Mild imagery related to miscarriage. Please take note.)CarrieA groan left my lips and I opened my eyes. My sight settled on an unfamiliar ceiling and for many seconds, I blinked furiously while my mind fell into deep confusion.The purely white ceiling also seemed to mess with my mind because I couldn’t bring myself to think about the last thing that happened to me. The more I racked my mind, the more a strange pain wrapped around my head.I also tried to move but nothing happened. I attempted calling for Alessandro, but my lips were unmovable, and my throat felt weird as well.So, all I could do was stare at the ceiling.But, minutes later, I discovered that my hearing sense was working quite fine when a rather manly footstep filled the room. Hearing that made me eager to move, I wished to know who the person was.The person decided to spare me the trouble.“Hello, Carrie.” The voice was familiar. “You are finally awake.” The person moved close
Tangled With The Mafia King Guilt and Tears
Carrie“What did you just say?” I rushed to the front door, my hands managing to push Alessandro to the side. I could not recognize the tall man I almost jammed chests with. “Who passed away? Which Mr. Edwards?”The man faced Alessandro. And I did the same.“Alessandro. What is he talking about? Who is dead?”Alessandro peeled his eyes off mine. “Calistus, grazie. Let’s talk some other time.”“Alessandro!” I stomped a foot on the ground. “Please…”With a hand, he hugged me from behind and closed the door. “Why are you trying to harm yourself? Relax, Carrie.”“How can I relax?” At this point, my eyes started to well tears because Alessandro’s hesitation was enough to tell that the mentioned Mr. Edwards was indeed my father. “My… My father is dead.”“Carrie…”“Don’t even lie to me. Don’t lie to me.”“Carrie…” He settled me on the nearest couch. Our eyes met and my lips wore an ugly expression while incoming tears bloated my throat.“It’s… It’s my father, isn’t it?” Alessandro sighed and
Tangled With The Mafia King We are married now
CarrieThree days later, we left the hotel and headed for our home, the modern bungalow that continues to take my breath each time I set my eyes on it.But as Alessandro drove to our destination, I noticed that he was quiet in a way that told me that he was already swimming in regret. I considered reaching for his hand to assure him that I will always be available for him to talk to, but it would be unwise to become a distraction while he’s driving.So, I adjusted my position and postponed my thoughts.“Carrie?”“Yes, Alessandro? Hmm.” I shook my head as though I just said something forbidden. “That’s wrong. Yes, my husband?”Alessandro could not hold back his loud laughter. It erupted in a way that instantly made my heart fly with joy.“Why is that so good to hear?” he asked.“Because it is the truth.” I brought my left hand to his face. “We are married. I am your wife and I am your husband.”His affection-filled eyes racked my body and I felt my cheeks flush, I almost bit into my li
Tangled With The Mafia King Objections and sacrifices
CarrieAs I walked, a lovely piano sound filled the air and that helped me stay focused on Alessandro only.The man was not exactly smiling, but the gaze he carried held and drew me closer and closer until the distance between us was closed.“Hello, my flower,” he greeted once he took my arm off Eduardo’s.“Hello.” I sounded like a shy bride who was yet to know the ways of a marital bed.“You look absolutely beautiful.”“So do you.”He leaned closer and lowered his voice some more, “Your neck looks sexy.”My hairdo allowed a full exposure of my neck. I am aware that my neck is one of the sexiest features of my body, so I smiled knowingly at his sentence and if it were possible, I wished to have a kiss planted there.“Hmm…” The slightly aged man behind us cleared his throat. “I was informed that this is meant to be a short ceremony, so we will keep it short.” He eyed Alessandro and me till we took a few steps away from each other. “Dearly beloved, we gathered on this fine day to celebr
Tangled With The Mafia King Wedding blues and loneliness
CarrieTrue to Alessandro’s words, our wedding was slated to be held a week after the proposal. And after many hours of rigorous preparation for what was meant to be a lowkey wedding, the morning of our new start arrived and I woke up feeling extremely nervous.And things got worse when I looked down at the outdoor wedding setup from the window of the small hotel we booked. And it became extremely worse when I took a look around my room and realised that I was alone with my simple wedding gown hanging on a grand rack opposite my bed.I know that I have been alone for a while, but at this moment when I am sitting down on my bed and staring at my gown, it hits me more and more that I am really by myself. I don’t even have anyone to walk me down the aisle.I at least had my Uncle for the first wedding.But then, I can hold a side of my stomach and imagine my baby is walking me down the aisle as I proceed to marry his or her father.I do wonder if my child will be a boy or a girl.“Sister
