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The Mourning Mafia The Bait is Ashton's heart!
The morning after Simone woke up earlier than her routine and right away, after doing her morning chores with some sore muscles, she headed into the Walk-in-closet to change into her workout shorts and top. Once done, she tied her hair in a long ponytail and looked at her reflection for quite some time as if trying to read the plans rummaging in her own mind.That ghost of a smile was quite a permanent member of her lips and there was no one who could erase it. Apart from one man! But she knew, she wasn’t ever giving him the opportunity to play with her mind or even that playful organ called heart because it was supposedly not for any auctions.At least, not for any man to turn it around, and smack it as he wished.With that resolve set in her mind when she made her way to the pool area to find Simone and Shanzy cycling together side by side. As per her demand, her gym equipment’s were brought late in the night and as she liked to run on her treadmill under the gorgeous blue sky, it w
The Mourning Mafia A help or a shell?
A little while later after an alone breakfast in his room, Ashton stood in front of the dresser checking on his wounds. He winced from time to time as he tried to apply an ointment given to him by Shane. Funny! The Security guy appeared to be friendly than ever but that didn’t lessen the worry with his involvement with Simone. For all he knew, it could be a trap spread by Simone to get the proves from him but every time, he looked at Shane and Shanzy, he felt bad for the two people. They didn’t deserve to be humiliated. But he was in no position to help anyone. Heck! He needed help himself.“Damn! This is worse than I thought,” he muttered in despair and turned around to find Simone standing at the door, still dressed in the horrible workout shorts she wore earlier in the morning.He pried his eyes away already regretting staring at her flawless skin before like he wanted to kiss every inch of it. She was leaning against the door frame while he moved further to his bed to wear his shi
The Mourning Mafia Automated Horse!
Simone sat on the stool in front of the large vanity mirror attached to the room with a permanent scowl plastered on her face. The beauticians surrounded her moving their magic wands on her already perfectly shaped structure. She eyed the thick makeup brushes, hair straightener, and curlers, as they worked their way on her elegant face and hair. She limited her deadly looks for Alice and her team while the girls were giving her stern looks so that she’d cooperate. But this was Simone Thompson, someone who lacks the word cooperation from her vocabulary.Having enough, Simone swatted Alice's hand away and discarding the tweezer, she roared, "Now do you plan to shred my skin or what? For how long you are going to do my eyebrows?"Her tone depicted an extreme amount of frustration, while the females gave disapproving looks to Alice. For more than an hour, they have been trying to bring her to sit straight, but her hands were continuously working their way on her mobile keyboard. Throughout
The Mourning Mafia Wonders of the Ploys!
"She's the show stopper you guys have hired then why did she run away like this?" Allison inquired; her tone laced with curiosity.She eyed her fiancé from the corner of her eyes to see him having a thoughtful look etched on his face, while her brother seemed to have been sharing the same look. She wasn't aware of the truth of Simone Thompson being the show stopper, and her latest makeover seem to have hidden that fact clearly from her. It was a plus point for Ashton's plan to see his sister not being able to spot the secret, but he was worried too."Bro, what the hell are you doing here?" Outraged, Rex yelled at Derek who picked up a bowl from the table and threw right across his brother's face who caught on time."What the!!""Shut up!! When were you supposed to start work at the office? It's been how long since you guys haven't given me any report on the Great Glacier." Derek queried back, his eyes following the direction Simone went in.Ashton and Rex eyed Shane and Shanzy with bl
The Mourning Mafia Simone's best friend!
When the night stars covered the sky, restless than ever Ashton found himself throwing his injured hand in quick rotations trying to start the moment again for his shoulder. Sitting idle was not his forte but that day due to his incapacity to even wear his own clothes, he didn’t do anything apart from calling for Rex’s help.His best friend was kind enough to be his helping hand, but he needed a way to release his anger now. So, he threw as much as pressure on himself by moving his hand. It pained. It exhausted him yet he was in no mood of giving up. Although, his head was blasting with a migraine with the inevitable things rolling up in his life.The words of his best friend echoed in his ears like a bee was buzzing an unknown truth to him but the wheel of wind, refused to allow him to grasp it. From his mother’s unjustified behavior to Simone getting scared after seeing Derek, he seemed to be in a fix in the inter-related scenarios about which he had no idea because no one thought h
The Mourning Mafia Sexual Appeal & High IQ!
With a thoughtful look plastered on her face, Simone traced Alicia’s picture, but her eyes fixed on Ashton who she depicted to be lost in his world. Too lost to even care about anything else going around him. Debating on his state wasn’t even her priority as she knew that there was something more she was bound to do first, so closed the leather piece, straightened her shoulders and entered the room making a creepy sound through her feet wanting him to look at her because she hated to come out as an intruder.And as she wanted, Ashton swiveled his head to meet her amused face as if she had just earned millions. If he thought, she would utter any trash like her usual self, she surprised him by shutting the door; the automatic lock did its work while the lady who was back in her haunted dress, switched off the lights leaving two side lamps."What do you think you're doing?" Ashton asked, rising to his feet. His voice devoid of any custom emotion, not even anger. Her sudden calmness made h
The Mourning Mafia The combination of parents!
In a slow-motion Simone undid her leather jacket giving him ever so seductive looks that he found utterly disgusting yet somewhere, the man inside was getting excited of just how much she was willing to go for him. His wife never did a thing as she was supposed to do but he was satisfied because he was in love with her but other than what people in love do, he had no idea what people in lust do. If the attraction that Simone felt for him was anything close to lust instead of admiration, then he supposed this is what those people feeling an overwhelming sense of lust do. Although, the name to call it as infatuation offering a body for the sake of pleasure isn’t just attraction or infatuation.It’s more than the call of wanting a physical intimacy that’s closing to giving a climax as heavenly as the heaven itself. But the question that raised then in his mind was, did she want all of that? If not, then why did she keep trying to force her way into touching him?What was exactly running
The Mourning Mafia The real world snitch!
Ashton examined the height of the cliff area where he brought Simone as per her twisted demand of Sky diving in the night. Unsure of his choice of the place, he gauged her reaction keenly. Behind them the helicopter Ashton summoned was on the stand by—his father owned a private jet and helicopter along with his own helipad because the old man wasn’t certain about the airlines. He preferred traveling on his terms and conditions and as and when he wanted, and today it came in Ashton’s handy when his nemesis has requested…err ordered him to do something for her.Ashton was sure he wasn’t trying to impress Simone in any way. It was something he did because even he himself wanted a few minutes of closure on Alicia. He didn’t clearly understand himself nowadays of what he wanted. But whatever it was, it could hold back until he sorted his mind regarding Simone. Each time he deliberated to have understood her a little, she proved him wrong right then by throwing another one of her novice sid
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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
