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"Enzo will stay in the guest room near yours. For your convenience." Ricchar didn't say anything else after he told his security guys to transfer Cloe and Enzo out of the basement.
It happened before I retreated back to the guest room, which served as my private room for the rest of the weekend, until I could hop on a flight to New York to visit my family.
◇ KEL ◇"Mykaela? Sweetie?""Mom." I sighed with relief. My mother's endearing but worried voice sounded faint on the other end. I locked the door behind me.The solace of the private guest room provided the comfort I ne
◆ MILES ◆ My father pretty much dragged me by the collar out of the study room. My Pappa's idea of complete privacy pushed us past the thick hedges that led us into the quiet maze.The sunset had dimmed the wide garden, especially the labyrinth. I kept up with his impatient pace. Why my father wanted to talk to me out here—I had no clue. But if it would give me the answers I needed to hear, then fine. My head no longer felt like I just came out of an invasive brain surgery, but my logic still craved for some clarification.In apprehension, I blindly followed my father's rushed steps further into the dim maze. I pressed the back of my hand onto my nose. The smell of fertile soil, degrading leaves, dead pests and animal manure was just overwhelming.Why exactly did he bring me here?Right. Of course. To control the conversation and the situation. What else... I ignored the lecturing voice in my mind and kept up a steady pace behind Pappa."You see?" My father turned to glance at me.
◇ KEL ◇This day just kept getting weirder and weirder.First, the ambush.Then Enzo, eagerly offering me money for my "services".
◇ KEL ◇A long, tense silence filled the room as I stood before Mr. Falco. My legs felt a bit numb, weak, but that didn't really bother me. What held my attention was his apparent allegations regarding me being here at the same time his nephew's wife and new business associate almost got murdered.Subtlety wasn't one of this family's strong suits, I reckon. Why did he even think I was affiliated to Niccolo? So what if
◇ KEL ◇ I was about to follow Miles out of the mansion, but I stopped dead in my tracks when I recalled it was time I checked up on Cloe again. I used the stairs to get to Ricchar and Cloe's bedroom. The security guards let me in right away. Ricchar sat with Cloe who was resting on the left side of the bed, his hand carefully stroking his wife's hair."Cloe, are you okay?" I asked as I crouched beside Cloe. Her bandages still looked clean, no spots of fresh blood, and she now wore a different nightdress and no longer looked deathly pale. "Hi again." Cloe looked at me and smiled big. She had on a long nightgown that fully covered her slim arms and legs. "Charr, did you talk to..." I stared at Ricchar. "Are you taking her to the hospital now? I can come with you.""Thank you, but the local ambulance is half an hour away. If you could just keep checking on her and Lorenzio till the plane gets here." Ricchar kissed his wife's cheek and gingerly hugged Cloe closer."Sure," I replied wit
◇ KEL ◇"Don't mind him." Enzo grinned at me after Miles' father left and closed the door.Now I was alone with Enzo in the guest room, since Enzo's bodyguard was right outside, doing his job.For a moment, Enzo studied
◆ MILES ◆ "Sure you can do that?"Ricchar's question was filled with doubt and dissent as I'd expected, but I couldn't risk dragging Mykaela deeper into our family's complicated mess. Especially now that the huge can of worms got opened—by no less than the damned Russian mafia, too. "Only way I can keep her out of this.""You didn't ask her to stay?" Ricchar stepped closer to me and glanced behind us.I did the same. Pappa Stefano stood by the covered windows in the corner of the study room, busy talking to someone on the phone. More like, barking orders over the phone.We already discussed what happened to the ambushed convoy and agreed on our next steps with the head of security. Mamma Eleana now looked too bothered by everything to even speak. She sat in the swivel chair, the stacks of paperwork partly covering her slumped posture. Her brows and lips creased in concentration as she kept silent."Why?" I glanced sideways to look at Ricchar. Did he think Mykaela would stay if I as
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••••••••••••ALL RIGHTS RESERVED COPYRIGHT © 2020 by M.Z. Mauve• DISCLAIMER •Scenes, characters, dialogues and events in this story are all invented.This story contains mature themes, profanity, violence, and sexual content not intended for young readers. All photos included in this book belong to the copyright owners. Full credits to the owners.Unauthorized reproduction of any part of this story or plagiarism of any kind is prohibited by the law. ••••••••••••Author's Notes:Hi, dear readers!❤ Thank you for sticking with us and for reading this draft of my crime/mafia/romance story."THE ALPHA'S DHAMPIRICA" is the title of the sequel, now published on this same profile. It was written as a vampire/mafia/romance novel again, like the original version of this book. If my schedule permits, I would rewrite a non-paranormal version of this first installment soon. I really hope you'll love the second book as well!Moreover, some chapters in the sequel also contain non-English dialogu
◇ KEL ◇ When Alessio said Miles' parents were outside, I expected both Mr. and Mrs. Falco to walk into the private room. Miles made a face and opened the door. Only his mother stood in the hallway, carrying a small basket of fruits. Her bodyguards were probably nearby. Dressed in all white, Mrs. Falco approached the hospital bed before I could greet the older woman. Eleana's mild perfume smelled like vanilla and fresh flowers. Her striking features and wavy dark brown hair reminded me from whom Miles inherited his looks. She hugged me lightly, carefully, all the while Miles stood by the door with Alessio. Both were talking in Italian. "I'm so sorry." Eleana Falco pulled a face after glancing over my current condition, seeming truly worried. "How are you feeling?" Her somewhat comforting voice cracked while tears filled her beautiful deep-set eyes, her thick lashes now a bit damp. He
◇ KEL◇"Just waiting for the doctors' clearance. Then I'm taking you home."Home.The word just perked up my senses. I stirred under the covers. What he said and the certainty in his tone was messing up my resolve to seem distant and unconcerned.
× WARNING! × × CONTENT BELOW NOT INTENDED FOR YOUNG READERS × × READ AT YOUR OWN RISK× ◇ KEL◇ Loud swearing. The senseless shouting. Pain-filled grunts, the sound of fists hitting flesh and bone. He was beating the guy to death. This could not be happening. The pristine, all-white floor should just open up and swallow me whole. Shield me from all this chaos. Hide me from the painful reality that, at the moment, nothing was worse than my total mess of a life. These people just couldn't pick a proper time or place for— Co
◇ KEL ◇ Oh dear...his eyes... Try as I might, staring into his gorgeous, attentive eyes just sucked the finesse and willpower out of me. It was not a fleeting physical attraction. Well, first time I met him, I was quite drawn to his perfection of a face, but after we had gotten to know each other better, he'd been nothing but a real friend to me. Just recently I realized I was attracted to his genuine personality, honesty and remarkable kindness more than anything else. His eyes gave it away. Concern, worry...and a bit of...sadness. He made no effort to hide how he felt. It had been an hour or so. Yep—I made him wait that long. I wanted to see how serious he was. To be frank, I was mostly dragging my heels because I just didn't know what to say to him. Alessio and the guards outside the private room did their job and kept Enzo from barging in. But when my patience eventually r
◇ KEL◇ Sx Ward Room 309 When Miles left the hospital with his other bodyguards, I heard they used the Falcos' private plane to meet up with Stefano. I had no choice but to wait for them to return. Miles promised me, so I would wait and stay optimistic. With no alternative option but to hide in this private hospital, I counted down the hours.
◆ NICCOLO ◆ "Where's Sofija now?" "Stop calling her that." I held back a frown and took the vacant seat beside the boss. "Why should I?" "She doesn't like it." "Funny." Ilya paused signing the crisp white papers on the table to glance up, his expression almost too blank for words. "How you just decided she doesn't like to be called by her real birth name." "She knows. Okay? She knew about it months ago. But she's not doing anything about it." I sighed to myself. At least I wasn't answering the questions with pure lies. "If you can't accept that, just leave her be," I said in a quieter voice as I tried to stop frowning. Although I had initially told myself not to interfere with his plans and just tell him whatever he wanted to hear, I was done acting like I didn't care if the mob interfered with Mykaela's life. I had enough guilt to keep me depressed for a lifetime. Therefore, what
◇ KEL ◇ Vittoria Ramona Hospital - Brichese "No physical activities for now. Okay? No staying up late. You need complete rest for a few days." "Sì, dottore." "Maximiliano, assicurati che rimanga a letto e sia idratata." "Sì. Grazie tante." "Check on you later, Mykaela." I could only smile at Dr. Orcullo, my attending physician, before Miles opened the door and escorted the doctor out of the private room. The door looked as white as the walls and had a small glass window. The doctor was a family friend of the Falcos, looked to be in her 50s, and thankfully female this time. She was far more polite and friendly than that snobby specialist back in the other hospital, where Miles first took me to get emergency treatment and the dreaded rape kit. I had insisted nothing that traumatic happened, but he wanted to be thorough. Miles had a
◇ KEL◇ Unrequited feelings would be my untimely demise. It would happen, for sure. I just couldn't tell when. In my head, the thin line between love and hate seemed to blur even more. I didn't want to forget about him; I wanted to be with him. But I hated the consequences. I hated how he thought it wouldn't work out and wouldn't even try. Nothing made sense anymore.Trying to comprehend the complexity of our situation, although necessary, just took a toll on me mentally, emotionally. It didn't help that he now seemed eager to stay close to me. All of sudden, he wanted to be intimate. Maybe he just wanted to hear everything that happened? Every other detail I left out. Maybe he didn't want to ask, for fear of traumatizing me further. Maybe he just wanted to understand why I suddenly left New York for a wild hunch,risking my life in the p