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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 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 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 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 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 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 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 Introduction
Volume/Book 1: The Stylish Mafia Girl & Her MuseMafia men have been the trend of town for ages; their dominance over the world resembles a ghost ruling the graveyard—driven by that statement when exceptionally beautiful female Simone Thompson—the ruling Mafia of Austria vows to change the belief, then destruction is accompanied by terror, action, and the everlasting love to kill for adventure. She’s hungry for revenge and her thirst wouldn’t quench until she will have her way with the one who is the sole reason for her destruction. But here’s a thing that despite being adapted to her stubborn, ruthless, and dangerous lifestyle, when she sees the Top Hollywood Model and the biggest Hotelier of Austria, Ashton Walkers, her hearts want him. She wants to extract the revenge by making him as the bait fighting the overpowering attraction, she feels for him. Will her stubborn nature bring her close to her muse? Or will her self-destructive path make her lose the only man she has set her ey
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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
