All Chapters of December's Symphony: A Mafia Trinity Novel: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

At that moment, Bailey turned around and spotted her big sister. Without thinking, she ran up to her, “Amy!” she cried, tears visible in her eyes.Amy. She couldn’t remember the last time someone called her that.Bailey slammed into her. Holding her tight, “My Bailey-bales! What are you doing here?” She asked, taking in her little sister’s mature look; Her auburn hair was cut short in a pixie style, she had a lean/athletic build and her skin tanned a warm bronze by the Sicily sun.“Dimitri and I have been talking, I’m moving here with you!”As soon as the smile appeared on Amaranthe’s face, it dropped. Dimitri had taken it upon himself to make a momentous decision regarding her sister. It was a decision she did not like.“Oh, he didn’t speak to me about it,” She said with a raised eyebrow.“Of course not, silly. It was supposed to be a surprise!” She said w

DimitriAmaranthe was in bed reading when Dimitri went up to bed. He still could not fathom how or why she loved him. He was, for all intents and purposes, death incarnate. Dimitri did not care if his target was man, woman, or child and it was what bothered him more than anything. His taking over of Chicago proved this; his small army had made sure there were no heirs or survivors left alive. Yet, this beauty loved him as if he was as pure as the driven snow.She looked up when she heard the door open and frowned. “You’re done early. Are the designs completed?” She asked, putting her book down then setting her reading glasses on top of it. He shook his head, taking off his tie as he walked towards their bed. “I missed my wife,” He said and sat next to her. She gave him one of her smiles that made him fall in love with her all those years ago in the diner. “Is that so? Well, come to bed, I’ve missed you too. It

Amaranthe2 am - Dimitri had still not been back home. He was ignoring her calls, including her messages, and Alexei did not reveal anything either.Bella had tried to seduce her husband, with complete disregard to her own sister. That hurt a lot more than she cared to admit, but not only had Bella done that, but she accused Dimitri of being compliant. Not only did she insult him to his face, but she proved to him she did not trust him.She walked the mansion halls and stopped in front of the twins’ room and peeked in. They were fast asleep without a care in the world, as it should be, and a small smile crossed her lips. She did the same to Matteo and Kiara but noticed Matteo was awake and staring out the window.Frowning, she walks into the room, “Matteo, honey. Why are you still awake?” She asked, coming to a stop at the edge of his bed. He looked towards her, his little face scrunched up as if he was deep in thought.

It has been two months since Amaranthe went for her checkup. During that time the doctor had called her back twice for a breast ultrasound, follow-up mammogram, and biopsy. Dr. Meyer had said that she wanted to rule everything out, that these follow-up tests did not necessarily mean she had cancer.Dimitri had been so caught up in work that he did not notice the change in her demeanour. It was close to spring break and the school would be closing soon, so she would be at home with the children. As well as her thoughts.For the past few weeks, she spent more time with her children than she ever had before. She hugged them a little tighter, laid with them a bit longer, and read that extra bedtime story when they asked. Tomorrow she could get a call that would change their lives forever, so she was making the best of things while she could.It was on one particular afternoon when she found herself hunched over and grading papers, when she received

We arrive home and I immediately head to my father’s study. He needed to be informed of Killian’s doings.As I near his study, I poise my arm to knock when Lev grabbed my hand. I peered up at my father’s most trusted man and he shook his head. “Your father is in a very important meeting with Moscow. Give him an hour or two.” He explained in his thick Russian accent and I nodded at this. Things in Moscow were escalating again, and it had distracted my father, to say the least. He told me he might have to go over there to placate the Pakhan’s but he dreaded to. My mother, of course, did not know about this. The last time my father went to Moscow, my mother had been touring Italy when a rogue mafia gang kidnapped her. They think I do not know about this, but people talked.My mother was known as The Tortured Queen in mafia circles.Taking the stairs up two at a time, I round the corner to my bedroom when I spot Kiara lurking abou