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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
The Mourning Mafia A Cage for the Mafia!
Ashton had slept off beside Alisha for don’t know how long until his troubled sleep got broke by the furious yelling echoing in his house. Too lost to comprehend anything, he ran outside not wanting Alisha to wake up.As he took his steps towards the staircase, he was shocked to see the time in the big clock of his house that hung on the top wall near the stairs. It was 7 in the evening—that meant he was out for some three hours.Was he that much tired due to the happenings?Once he stood on the middle of the staircase; his eyes bulged out of his sockets as he saw the two people awaiting him, about whom he had completely forgotten.Rex and his great Grandmother Amanda.He looked at the old lady who was ready to beat the shit out of everything and everyone with her cane, while his best friend was trying hard to stop her."Call that stupid grandson of mine, now or else I am actually throwing you out of this house!" The old woman yelled. Rex gulped a lump down his throat."Grand Ma!" Ash
The Mourning Mafia The Enemy in the Frenzy!
Simone Thompson wasn't ever prepared for uncertainty in her emotions. In her dark and secretive life, if something made sense then it was only the fact that she was supposed to know each and everything running around people's head. It was obviously a trait she gained after being involved in this lonely lifestyle where feelings were her enemy.And now everyone would want to know what their enemy is thinking. Isn’t it?With Ashton Walker's the case was slightly different or more like it’s a pack and she’s heading to identify the Alpha, Beta and Luna in their fur form. Huh! The difficulty at its best when someone has zero knowledge about the werewolf clan.It has been thirty-eight hours already since her warning to him, yet she didn't know whether the hard and stoic man would have made any decision regarding her or not.She was supposed to surprise him by the end of forty-eight hours. Unlike her previous deal to him this time she wanted to have the final say, but now as the time rushed f
The Mourning Mafia A Little Intermission!
Late in the night thunder rumbled; the deafening sound didn’t allow Simone to sleep. Not that she slept for longer than three or four hours but that night something about the air wasn’t right that she felt like staying up till late but now that she was up, the restlessness refused to let go off from her bones.And right then, she heard something unlocking outside. Alerted, she sat up straight; pulled her gun from the nightstand, and on her toes walked out of the room to catch the culprit red-handed.She opened her room door slowly, making sure that she doesn’t make a noise and allow the intruder to flee away. There was no possibility anyone could have entered her den now. It must have happened when she was away and since then, the intruder might be pretending to be one of the securities. Or it could have happened when all men summoned at Ashton’s house and he got his way amongst them.And only one person would plan that kind of low move.She didn’t debate on the name, and slowly tip-t
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
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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
