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The Mourning Mafia Fuck the Urgency!
Dad!Huh!Really!The hot hunk was a father!And no one knew it!These were the only thoughts running in every person’s mind who stood still in the boardroom. Suddenly, the pregnant pause was not only scary but intriguing as hell. No one knew what to say yet they were excited to know what the Mafia Girl had to say now but the even the terrifying woman was out of any sarcastic remark. It was a first! A shocking first for her because never in her wildest of dreams she had imagined the sexy man to father a beautiful girl.A child with the most mesmerizing eyes she has ever seen in this world.Much more attractive than the hot hunk who was sweating like a swine in front of her, due to the lost words that won't just come back to him.How would he even speak? And what should he even say to all the gaping audience?Simone swivelled her head to look at the women guards who were ready to kiss the floor, trembling in fear.They knew they were in deep shit because they had failed in their jobs a
The Mourning Mafia Hatred for Violent Mafia!
Ashton dragged Simone to the restroom attached to the boardroom and jerked her inside. She staggered but balanced herself right on the time before her body could touch the ground.Now, the fury she felt was unexplainable, but with that one humiliating jerk of the man she thought was different, it escalated her anger to new heights."How dare you?" Her voice echoed in the entire room, and with one swift move, she pulled out her gun from her jacket pocket, pointed it towards Ashton. She had hit it the second Alisha barged in the room earlier. It was an unconscious move on her part. Not even clever or anything. She just did it out of formality to not scare the child.But certainly, the man didn’t have any regards for her courtesy too. He needed to be taught a lesson for the same."How dare I or how dare you to barge in my hotel and order me like I am your slave? Listen, woman, you might have all the power to scare people in this city, but I am not the right one to be messed up with. So,
The Mourning Mafia Tantrum of a Satan Reincarnated!
With the adrenaline pumping right into his body like a speed of light, Ashton ran towards the boardroom as fast as he could. He refused to believe the possibility that occurred inside his over agitated brain.Still, with every step he took towards the designated room, his heartbeat dropped but he didn't let that intuition win.He moved forth with everything in him, and at last when he finally stood in front of the closed doors, he shut his eyes for a second to relax and then without another thought occupying his system, he pushed the doors wide open.“Alisha!” It was the first thing he screamed, taking a step inside the big room.Frantically, he searched for his daughter but on not spotting her, he felt an unexplainable hate, anger, and fury taking over his senses.The board members who still stood terrified at their places looked at him shocked not because of his scream but since he was still alive after he spent the most dangerous moments of his life with a psycho Mafia. God was on
The Mourning Mafia The Unexpected Collapse!
As soon as he screeched the car in front of the mansion, she ran inside ready to break everything. Cursing his fate, Ashton strolled after her and a cushion hit his face as he stepped inside. The plates, forks, spoons, side lamps followed the list while the poor father's helpless screams went on deaf ears."Alisha stop it, please!" He begged, taking hasty steps towards her while she moved away from him still throwing stuff at him, whatever she could get hold off."Until you don't tell me why I can’t stay here with you, I won't stop!" She yelled throwing all the antique things, placed on the glass shelves around the large living room.Tears cascaded her eyes which pierced Ashton's heart into pieces, but he was holding himself back from not giving into her. She was still too naive to understand things so how he can burden her with things which she shouldn't know."Al, for your mother's sake just stop it!" Ashton lost it and ended up speaking something which he shouldn't have because she
The Mourning Mafia Greater than the Rogue!
In those few horrifying moments when he was at the extent of losing his girl, all thoughts fled away from him. His body paralysed while his mind refused to cooperate with his heart or listen to his any command. The time had frozen but how did he get so lucky to be blessed with some mercy from the one who might be partially responsible for the mayhem he underwent.Thoughts after thoughts, plagued his mind but he couldn’t reach any sensible conclusion so far. He debated on Simone’s presence in the Alicia Mansion.How did she know where to find me? How did she get here so fast? Wasn't she the one responsible for all the firing? Wasn’t it her plan to scare him so that he would agree to her terms and conditions?He saw her shielding his daughter; then she raised herself a little and pulled out a silver gun from her both boots and fired through the window as to what he supposed were the goons or whatsoever they could be part of her plan only. But then why would she kill her own men? Was sh
The Mourning Mafia The best man...
“I’m not here for your melodrama, Thompson. You better get up or I’ll shoot this lover boy of yours.” The goon warned.“I’m not her lover boy.” Ashton corrected tired of the scene. On top of that, the day doesn’t seem to end. It was like someone held the knot of the sun and wasn’t allowing it to set.“Now get up.” The man ordered when Simone continued to sit on the floor.Startling them, she got up without creating a ruckus. It was so not her type to surrender in front of the enemies but then what was running in her mind?Her action perplexed even Ashton now. His eyes fixated on her covered face, but he didn't miss that slight smirk forming on the sides of her lips, visible through her scarf.Simone cocked her head to one side; her Iris dancing in merry scrutinizing Ashton's keen gaze on her.She could sense curiosity for her in them, and it only boosted her already Everest size ego."Put the weapon down, Thompson!" The man barked angrily, shifting the position of his gun from Ashton
The Mourning Mafia Strawberry, Butterscotch and Vanilla!
Seconds turned into frightful seven minutes, but Ashton couldn’t move or even debate on what to do. His life hung with that gun in his hand while the judgement rested with the devil sitting on the sofa without a care of the world. Suddenly, the day sucked more than Simone could ever suck. Did he make sense?No! Horribly No. Because not every day he got to hold a weapon in his hand and was asked to press the trigger. But what should he do now?“Dad!!!” As if on cue, his daughter heard his mental plight, she cried for him, and forgetting everything, he threw the gun back on the sofa and rushed towards the room to check on Alisha.He was sure she would be freaking out, while here he was busy wasting his time on a sociopath.He opened the room and immediately pulled his daughter in his arms, who was a crying mess after hearing continuous firing. She buried her head in the crook of his neck, sobbing loudly. Ashton rubbed soothing circles on her back. "It's okay baby. Relax. It's over!"H
The Mourning Mafia Her Depressive Proposal!
Fury! The extent unknown or perhaps it stretched to the entire Vienna, to the heights of Burj Khalifa or Eiffel tower, Ashton didn’t know. All he knew was that he would kill someone if he didn't already smash something.Eyes as red as blood; steps as dangerous as a wounded tiger, he dashed towards his room, to only stop dead in his tracks once he caught the glimpse of his daughter who laid on his bed with a bandaged foot.Her face paler than usual while a frown etched on her forehead conveyed her pain silently to him.His anger on the previous hour’s incident vanished in thin air as once again the lonely father in him took the charge.His eyes reflected that anguish which he never showed to anyone till date; not even to his daughter who was the closest to him after his wife. But today he just wanted to scream at something or someone for putting him in this critical situation when he didn't have to face someone normal.But a Mafia. A girl whose soul was as dark as charcoal; while he do
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The Mourning Mafia A Mind Curling Flashback
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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
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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
