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The Mourning Mafia The Love trap? Really!
The horror that surrounded Ashton’s pupils was unexplainable. In the dead silence of the night, the seed of hatred that was spreading in his entire body after listening to the small piece of information was unstoppable. He felt his body staggering back with the massive shock that he felt running in his body; his one hand held the doorknob tightly, while the other went on his forehead as he felt a sharp pain in his head.Derek immediately supported him, and he shook his head in denial, gritting his teeth in anger.“I won’t leave her, Derek. She’s going to pay the price for snatching my daughters’ mother from her.” He mumbled holding his brother in laws hand tightly and piercing his dark eyes in Derek’s light ones.“Ash don’t do anything reckless for now. I’m not sure if it is her only. For all I know, I could be wrong because my memory of that time is lost. We can’t just accuse her suddenly, and ruin what we’ve established so far.” He tried to explain, and seeing the stern looks on Ash
The Mourning Mafia Suggestive, literally.
Shaken with the realization, Ashton laid on his bed and hugged his girl, but sleep was far away from his eyes. After the thought that had plagued him, it was impossible for him to even shut his eyes. The restlessness was seeping from his mind to chest forcing him to twist and turn and along with him, he was disturbing his baby girl's sleep which as well he understood when she squirmed on the bed making faces. He patted her back to sleep realizing his folly, and kissing her forehead, he walked out of the room, to the first floor where Simone was staying.He didn’t know what came over him, but he opened the room door without even knocking, and as soon as he stepped inside, he greeted Simone standing in front of the large mirror in her two-piece nightgown which went only till her knees. He immediately cast his eyes down, and startled to be interrupted at the odd hour, Simone turned around and smirked to see him standing there awkwardly.“Vanilla ice cream, I do know you hit your head too
The Mourning Mafia Let's see, Samantha!
The sun rays haven’t touched the horizon yet when a shiny black Jaguar halted in front of the lonely area surrounded by thick bushes. The grass covered the land in its entirety, while the smell of rain still felt fresh to the person who got down the car and made its way inside the bushes until he came across the shiny black stone.Kneeling, he presented the bouquet of ‘Forget-Me-Not’ flowers on the stone beside the already kept bouquet. He scanned the surroundings before turning his attention to the stone once again, and for a moment, he closed his eyes and caressed the surface of the stone. He felt his eyes welling up but before he could give in to his tears, he heard the bushes being moved. Alerted, he concentrated on the feet coming near him; his one hand slowly moved to his stomach, as he slowly traced his way inside his jacket pocket to retrieve his gun in case it was an enemy. He unlocked the gun with such expertise that the sound wasn’t made, but his safety was assured.The figu
The Mourning Mafia A Generous Art!
Amidst the crazy sounds of Alice and her team arranging the rehearsal ramp walk in the pool area, Ashton made his way out to find the Jones brothers engrossed in their morning workout. His pretty daughter sat right on top of Derek's back as he did his pushups; her eyes glued to her manicured nails as she appreciated the pink nail print applied to her by her aunt, Alison.Rex on the side was busy flirting with one of the makeup artists, as he ran on the treadmill, earning himself glares from his fiancée. Laughing, he moved forth to see Shanzy on the coffee table working as a pro on her laptop. He looked around for the other people; on not spotting anyone he took his seat right in front of Shanzy, startling her completely. "Morning, Shanzy." Ashton flashed his million-dollar smile to her; uncomfortable by his sudden change of mood, Shanzy fidgeted in her place which didn't go unnoticed by Ashton. "Amm.... Morning, Sir." She stammered to form a reply but anyway did composing herself. I
The Mourning Mafia The Alpha Strikes!
After a thirty minutes’ drive of anxiety and excitement when the car halted in front of the vacant land, Ashton gauged the reaction of each of the occupants sitting in the car. They all were as stupefied as he was the first time, he visited the place. Questions written over their faces, but there were no answers for it but when Shane opened the land with his remote and escorted them inside, Ashton knew from their expressions they considered it a sight which was worthy of their time. More like it was an adventure with a haunted house to a certain extent but, they were at a magnificent glass house.Further, thinking of the classy owner, Simone Thompson, he realized her initial silence on being confronted about Alicia was a confirmation that she had an inkling to his ex-wife, but a terrified part of him feared for Derek’s memory to be right. And if it was the case, he will never leave the woman unharmed. He might not love Alicia or he is attracted to Simone but he will avenge Alicia’s dea
The Mourning Mafia Derek, the witness or survivor?
Derek!Derek, get up!Please, get up baby. Shocked voices reached his ears when he felt people helping him up on what in his unconscious state, he assumed to be a stretcher. Needles pierced his skin as pain spread through his entire body, but there was no end to those tiresome memories of years ago that moved around in his head like a wheel. Droplets of tears fell on his face, yet his eyes won't gain energy to open. They were defeated with the blackout of the assault on his mind. He needed rest from everyone. But yet he knew he had to wake up for Alison. His body was preparing him for the hard decision when once again the muffled voices echoed in his ears; the black was fading but again someone didn’t want him to be up. They wanted him to sleep for as long as he must.If he wakes up, then we are ruined, Simone. He won't wake up until we are successful. Make him sleep for the next twenty days. He is induced into a coma. It shall go in for a few days. Or more like forever. We have
The Mourning Mafia Budapest.
After covering the drive for two hours, twenty-five minutes to Budapest, frustrated at her new enemy slash sudden admirer, Simone sat hidden under the desk later in the evening. She’d have loved to run her mind more to dig out the plans running in Ashton’s head, but she was too tired to even keep her eyes open. She had slept throughout, and once they were in the shelter of the private cottage house, she had stormed into one of the rooms, and hid herself because she didn't want that irritating man to see her red nose. So much for having a normal cold because she was exposed to the late-night shoots. "I was better off as mafia only; this modelling is such a pain in my a**," she cursed under her breath wiping her nose. She sneezed for the millionth time and while getting up, she ended up hitting her head on the desk making her wince. "What the fuck! Did I just wince like those dumb girls’?" She swore and in one swift move, she was up on her feet with that confident look taking over her
The Mourning Mafia Modelling Skills, Ahaan!
As the sun clashed at the horizon, begining to heat up the valley, decked up in a silk blue skirt and top, complimenting the environment of the beach Simone stepped on the little bridge—the set-up of the first couple’s shot. The staff limited to the lighting man, cameraman and one stylist for her, while there was no sign of any setup team as they surrounded her during her photo shoot. She scanned the area and found Ashton doing his pushups on the sand. His back exposed to the sun while his concentration rested on his workout rather than anyone else.Simone took a good amount of time in studying what was in front of her; the vibe of mystery circulated him since last night now which made her doubt his intentions more. He was ridiculously quiet and off from the moment he walked inside the cottage; the dinner was also a silent affair until he received Alisha's call and left without a word to converse with his daughter in privacy. She hadn’t seen him after that until now where he asked her
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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
