All Chapters of Dance with The Devil {A mafia story}: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CrystalI turned off the dryer and brushed my hair tenderly. My eyes were glaring at Valentine's image in the mirror, who was busy working on his laptop for the past three hours. It was starting to get on my nerves now. Huffing a frustrated cry, I threw the comb on the dressing table making some noise to gain his attention. Still, his eyes didn't budge from the satin screen and I pressed my lips. Defeated, I entered into the closet and slipped into pajamas. It was eleven at night, the best time to go to bed. Walking towards the bed, I spread the covers and patted my pillow for imaginary dust before sliding inside. The lights of the room were on, flaring my temper further. How could a person sleep in so much light? Moments later I found myself counting back from hundred, ready to lose consciousness. I felt the mattress dipping a bit feeling him lean and turn off the light

Valentine“You are home so early?” Lola asked surprised the moment I entered the oak double doors of the mansion. I smiled at her vibrant expression and kissed her cheek in greeting. “I imagined spending this afternoon with three most important ladies of my life,” I said searching for beautiful silver eyes that didn’t show up like other times listening to my voice.“Well, Valerie is out to get groceries for her new dish and Crystal has gone upstairs to fetch gifts for everyone. Why don’t you go and give her a hand? She is taking too long.” Lola teased the watchful eyes of the master of the mansion before going back to arranging the dining table. I winked at the old lady and rushed towards my room to greet my lovely wife. S

CrystalI woke up with a skull-shattering headache. My eyes watered with impact. Groaning loud, I opened my eyes and turned to find an empty bed. It was past ten in the morning. Good job, Crystal. What else you could expect from a man like Valentine? Sweet lovey-dovey talk after an intense night of lovemaking? He will gag himself or throw up whatever he had last night at the thought of it. Swallowing the pain, I limped to the bathroom while blushing hard over the soreness in private parts. Last night was so beautiful. His mouth didn’t tire once from telling how I am his world or how much he loves me. I felt complete. The moment I saw my face in the mirror, my jaw dropped. The woman seemed familiar but something was different about her. Do those numerous hickeys or red swollen lips count? Nope

2 years ago.CrystalHave you ever heard of a lamb? Not the one grazing freely in the green lands along with its herd, the one who has entire land to run freely and rest under calm sky. I am talking about a domesticated lamb, the one which is used from time to time. Sometimes for fur that carries great value in the market to weave goods for protection. The owner feeds it until it earns him profit. But the moment a crisis occurs or the owner turns short of resources, he makes harsh decisions. To make up the needs and greed, he shoots the poor creature and sells his meaty flesh to the highest bidder in the market. I felt the same at the moment. People asked me to stay awake

2 years ago.“Why did you do that brother? You brought a Volkov in this mansion knowing what they had done to us. Did you forget the past?” Valerie protested, trying to put some sense in her brother’s mind. The soundproof walls of office restricted her high-pitched tone to be heard out. Valentine took a drag of a cigarette and blows out the smoke. He seemed unaffected by the tantrums of this teenager. If it had been someone else then he must have buried them six feet underground by now. But this was his sister, his blood. The only family member left. He brought her up as his daughter, with love and affection. There is no secret kept in between them. She knows everything about his business. “That Volkov killed our parents in cold-blood. Yet you are favoring