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The Mourning Mafia The Ridiculous Proposition!
Ashton halted the car at the secluded area with a smirk as evil as a ghost having his prey as the midnight snack. To conclude that he was impressed would be an understatement because he was more than surprised with the Mafia Girl's sensibility to survive in the city.But it was no longer going to be the same, and he was sure of it.He fetched out his cell phone from the inner pocket of his jacket; dialled the numbers and waited for someone to respond.Finally, after five rings the phone was answered by the sexiest voice he might have ever heard on a phone call.He was sure, she would have been bewildered with his sudden call, but that's the game he has been planning since the moment his mind has decided the course of this devil lady.His preparations weren't any less to get rid of her, but for once he wanted to enjoy being tamed by her until he could destroy her last pieces too. That sounds like a master plan now. Isn’t it?“Thompson, I am surprised that you have forgotten me in forty
The Mourning Mafia A normal girl? Is that legit?
The stupefied look plastered on Simone's face hearing Ashton's proposition was surely worth tons of euros. She never thought that he was going to offer her something out of the context thing but as she took in his serious, yet calculative face, she was sure that he had ulterior motives, capable of turning this wild goose game upside down.He wasn't a man whom she had met a few hours ago; in front of her was a new man who could invite mass destruction.But was he so adamant on destroying her that he didn't even hesitate in changing his ways?"Don't tell me, Simone—a lizard got stuck in a lioness's throat now?" Ashton taunted with pure sarcasm dripping in his tone, sensing her cold eyes look at him with seriously. He was playing badass now, so how can she play all cool when the game was hers and even the stroke was hers? There had been no one for whom she changed her coins and there shall be no one who’d get the satisfaction of having amusement at her expense. Not even Ashton Walker’s.
The Mourning Mafia Breaking The Blues!
“Walker's!" She fished out the gun from the drawer in the bar, and straight away pointed at Ashton's head who gritted his teeth in rage.Her hazel eyes were flooded with an intense amount of fury that she had the urge to shoot him right there. But witnessing the confident look in his eyes, which disclosed the amount of hate he had stored for her in his heart, her wrist shivered for the first time shocking her as well as him."Shane!!!!!!" She yelled throwing the gun away across the room.Shane along with Shanzy ran inside to only see the glass frame broken in pieces while her gun laid on the floor."Ma'am are you alright?" Shanzy ran up to her to check her, as she burned holes on Ashton's face. She was two steps away from grabbing him by his neck and choking him to wild death."Why won't your Ma'am be fine Shanzy? Do I look like a mental patient who is run away from an asylum to harm your precious boss?" He mocked sitting on the high stool once again while Simone gulped the wine in on
The Mourning Mafia A New Character or an Old Sport?
When Simone dragged Ashton along with her he had snapped into some bizarre world where he was being dragged by a possessed demon. The treacherous and vicious beast wanted to inflict pain upon him and he was in such a sorry state that he was allowing it to do so without making sense to his own mind.On the staircase, he saw a few blood-drenched paintings exactly symbolising the shrewd personality of the woman who had no conscience of her own.It was petrifying to his soul, yet he had nowhere to go apart from following her because he dreaded if he got her further mad, she might come after his daughter and if something happened to his Alisha, he was good to be dead forever.A father in him could never bear the thought of losing his girl just because he couldn’t trade his life for her own. What kind of animal would that make him who couldn’t protect his baby girl because he couldn’t compromise with his body? If pleasure is what the She-devil wanted then he’d allow her to have him as long
The Mourning Mafia The Debacle of the Second Date!
The night was mundane; in the club a man and woman were engrossed in the other’s arms, swaying slowly on the soft-romantic music. The outer world had dissipated from their sight the moment they had laid their eyes on the other when the later had gone to receive his woman from her place for a night out. And as soon as his lady had stepped out in the porch looking ethereal in her lavender knee-length frock, he had forgotten everything around her. He gave her a tender kiss on her forehead which she returned with a small peck on his check, and no sooner on their way to the club, they had engrossed themselves in discussing the random stuff.It was their second date and needless to say the man had felt that he was in love already and somewhat believed that even she was in love with him, but he didn’t dare to confess right away. He was far from taking it fast from there and messing it all up with his uncontrollable haste.After the dance, they had a delicious dinner which was her favorite and
The Mourning Mafia The Encounter with a Cop??
Metals clanked against the other, the owner on the Squat Station didn’t speed down her activity as the taut muscles stubbornly refused to relax. For any beginner the power rack might be dangerous, but for Simone Thompson the strength equipment meant to release her day’s stress after her hands mostly dipped in blood. Although, she would love to drench herself in blood someday, but that day was not today.It was one of those rare days where despite being pissed, she couldn’t lash at anyone. She had to get over her anger by herself. And what more could be more benefitting than a regular workout. Perhaps, it was an unfortunate time for her when even her exercise wasn’t working on her. Her muscles were acting obstinate; the tautness refused to leave her. Yet, she would bet that nothing beat the audacity of Ashton Walkers in riling her up.The man she had come to know for a while was as complicated as a piece of equipment in her Gym room.He pushed her limits like no one else. It was her le
The Mourning Mafia Batrachotoxin!
There always comes a time once in everyone’s life where they feel trapped, exhausted, and completely dead inside. Even though it may appear that they’re putting a brave front to tackle the obstacles, they’re stuck in that terrible cage of fear, and anxiety. Despite wanting to breakthrough, they can’t because their every step might land them into unknown trouble. Perhaps, it’s an illusion of their mind or simply their stubborn selves which refuses to accept the truth displayed in front of them.Currently, Simone underwent through all those feelings of denial when dead silence loomed over the room while everyone was paralysed on their places, but eyes fixated only on the man who stood at the bottom of the stairs with a devilish grin—like Lucifer's minion descended on the planet Earth.Contrary, he wasn't. He was just a normal man fighting for something which he knew was right. She accepted it, yet she couldn’t deny calling him her deathbed.Although she tried to show, she was unfazed and
The Mourning Mafia The wound of a Lion & Lioness!
A blank look etched on her face, holding the hot knife in her firm fist, Simone entered the room in calm steps. But her breathing went from high to low as she looked at the fine interior designing of the room, and the exquisite architecture of the place. Even with the temperature of the room falling below her tolerance due to the shirtless man in front of her, she couldn’t help but be lured by his taste of class. It was highly sophisticated but simple at the same time.“Poor, Poor Baby Ash, got severe wounds due to the cash,” she sang melodramatically pointing her one index finger around the room.She halted in front of the four-poster bed, and lowering herself a bit, she traced Ashton’s ankles with the tip of the blood. He became rigid as she kept her eyes glued to him while the blade moved on his silk trousers now and he shut his eyes. Merely, in a hope that she won’t cut his pants now."Out!" She ordered Shane and straightened herself.Ashton jerked his eyes open and saw her giving
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The Mourning Mafia A Mind Curling Flashback
A day Later in Simone’s Bunker Moving away from the cottage she’d initially started to live in wasn’t Simone’s plan but there had been an attack of insects around the area. The land and water had been infected to the point that if she didn’t relocate to another place of safety then she might have died before time due to drinking the poisonous water or the small killer insects hiding in the bushes might’ve bitten her when they orchestrated their attacks in the middle of night. To say that she was a killing machine, the idea of dying at the mercy of those voiceless predators made her scrunch her nose in disgust and roll her oceanic eyes in repugnance. Jonas had found this bunker a few miles from their cottage; it was only a hollowed compartment going down the terrain which accommodated four people and had a good supply of air. ‘Cabin, cottage, bunker, it’s all the same to her,’ Simone had admitted while unloading their stuff from the van three years ago. As she packed her bags and re
The Mourning Mafia Prisoner of the Past!
‘Dead-beat! Is it what they call the state of unconsciousness when nothing makes sense except for knowing that the body is failing its owner?’ Ashton mused; his eyelids moving slower than any creature he’s known to exist in their time at that precise tick-tock of the giant clock hung above the ‘wall of rifles’ facing the darkened room of the people who’d captured him the night of the Masquerade Ball. He scooped up in a corner latching to the wall, rugged at the middle and the edges; his energy dissipated thinly to the ground which was swiping away from the left to the right in the fluctuating orangish-yellow-blue lights. Often, the huge sphere above the bars would ring red and a flurry of men would come marching inside pushing through the rifle wall. From short to tall, to heavily bearded to clean shaven, they would surround him pointing their evenly browed eyes at him and sending out a message as clear as a silent grave that he was to sit mute without a movement or he couldn't even
The Mourning Mafia Simone in Village Land
24 hours later in St. Gilgen’s Village of AustriaIf the ten years had taught a lesson to Simone then it was to not be consumed by the momentary madness and obsession of things and people in general. She wasn’t a normal person though, apprehensively she’d begun to become normal in her veins for the sake of people she left behind, and the man she loved. Being away from Ashton for the last ten years had ended her habit of dramatizing situations for her personal gain. Contrary, it’s given birth to a profound and never-ending concern in her heart that she couldn’t stop but move back and forth in the bunker raking her fingers in her hair; within the gap of a minute, she checked the footage of Alisha’s Mansion again and nothing had changed—the video displaying the exit of the giant mansion, with Ashton leaving the party with a sullen look pasted on his dulling features and even hours later when the guests began to make their way out, he didn’t come inside was halted. His car amiss from the
The Mourning Mafia Reintroduce Thyselves!
Five years, few months LaterThe glorious night of the Walker’s masquerade ball descended again. This time though the chaos reigned in the now renowned Alisha Mansion under the regime of the fashion designer in making and the new founder of The Great Glacier, Alisha Walkers. Ten years ago, she was nothing but a child who needed protection from the wild sabotage of Simone Thompson. That day when she went around assigning tasks, flipping her hair, scrolling through her tab for the last minute preparations, Ashton noticed the traits of his deceased exes, and latched onto the hand-rest of the sofa. The biological mother’s shadow haunted her sharp features while the woman they missed swept inside her. Stuck, they were in a loop to detach from the one who’d never return. The fallen Mafia owned his and his daughter’s heart and it would seem like they were the living embodiment of her fading existence from Vienna. “Slow down, Al. The party’s not running away,” he chided, casting a side glance
The Mourning Mafia Prelude of Volume 2
The tyre of the Audi R8 blasted midway in whatever the street was named. The shiny vehicle came to a halt and caused Simone to mumble a few incoherent curses; unlike her usual self she didn't banged the wheel with her fist but glared at it. Subconsciously, she's made peace with her past hurricane self, consciously she was struggling to compose herself at the slightest knock of mishap or misdemeanor from passersby or any of her old rivals. The smell of rivalry hasn't left her nostrils, though, she implored herself to recruit in a cycle of calm instead of letting her adrenaline drive her insane. She came with only one intention to find the ploy circulating the city, to unmask the puppeteer leading the show of Ashton's disappearance and probably to rescue her man. He must be in purgatory, and she's about to dwell in it for she knew in her veins that he must be holding her responsible for his latest agony. 'That dude was certainly the one who had more brains than her for he was aware of t
The Mourning Mafia Bonus of Volume 2/ Introduction
Volume/Book 2: The Stylish Mafia Woman & Her Love The reign of the Mafia period is a never ending riddle or a debacle, no one knows except for the ones who have found themselves clashing with the knights of pandemonium. Such has been Austria's history since Vienna witnessed the power of the most popular women protection racketeer. ***Ten years later, Simone Thompson re-appears in Austria after she hears the rumors of Ashton's disappearance circulating around the city. What follows are huge encounters with her old rivals, suitors and friends; anger squash; toxic modeling chaos and ruthless search party for Ashton Walker. The women protection racketeering is back again for the world got extremely out of hand without the Mafia girl's interference. Will Simone take control of the town and find Ashton amidst the unexpected tragedies looming over the city?
The Mourning Mafia Epilogue of Volume 1
EpilogueFive years laterSomewhere deserted, in the St. Gilgen village of Austria, there stood a small hut, circulated by large bushes and a fountain on the side making the area look presentable and cozy to be called a home. Inside the small cottage, the interior wasn't luxurious or costly; it was normal per say comprising of a small couch, a bed, a television set right in front of the bed. On the right, a small kitchen set up, while the opposite side had two doors beside the other. One, presumably a washroom, and the other opened into a huge control room comprising of various large computer screens flashing the various parts of the Austria. The two people controlling the cameras had their eyes fixated on the screens unaware of the one who stood behind them with a smile. "You two are watching the screens as if a bomb is about to explode." The person from behind interrupted them. The male and female turned to see their boss standing there with a grin plastered on her lips. White sh
The Mourning Mafia The Climax or A Begining?
The nearer the yacht came, the scarier everyone looked until the luxurious boat stopped beside the halted yacht which had become the replica of ghost riders in the storm. Every face seemed haunted suddenly. Except for Simone, none of them looked a human for the time being while the lady devil stood staring at her animal which at times reminded her of the monster inside her that loved to kill. "Meet my big baby girl people." Her cheerful voice echoed as she eyed the jumping animal in the cage who tried to break the iron barriers and she knew she would as soon as she gets a drop of blood of her victim. "Meet Jonas and Tisca, my once again appointed assistant and manager," Simone introduced giving a look to Shane that said she was doing what he thought she would never do.The couple jumped on the target yacht and walked with style towards Shane and Shanzy who glared at them. Their animosity wasn't new but years old. The four were once co-assistant and co-managers, but the day Jonas and
The Mourning Mafia The Shark Tank!
Simone was a sight to watch sitting on the high chair kept in the middle. Dressed in her all black glory she was an intimidation of the falling evening. Removing her sunglasses, she passed them to Shanzy who stood beside her chair with her eyes glued to Shane who stood on Simone's left."Welcome on my Yacht everyone," she greeted as her team removed the blind folds of everyone."Where is my Donald Duck? Bring him in front of me, Shane. I can't wait more." Simone ordered looking at Ashton who glared at her, but from his peripheral vision he took a quick check on his friends, and daughter.Shane immediately went inside to produce the main tormentor of his heart. He had been waiting for years for this megavolt evening, and finally it was here.Ashton watched the way he left, before turning his attention to his grandmother, and parents who were being freed from the ropes that were tied to their hands, while their keen eyes looked around for the surroundings and they found themselves to be
