All Chapters of Beautiful Adeline: A Mafia Romance : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Damien decided it was time to pay a little visit to his stepmother Nadine and Natasha at his old house in Grosse Pointe. He wasn't particularly excited about it. That house brought nothing but bad memories and restless nights. If it wasn't for Natasha living there, he would've burned it down ages ago."Anyone home?" Damien's voice echoed through the house as it was dead silent. He heard the squeak of wheels and turned around to face his stepmother."Damien, you finally came to see us," Nadine said weakly. Whoever thought this woman used to be a seductress back in the day. At the age of forty-five, she had already had a stroke and was now wheelchair bound. All because of a cocaine overdose. She had to use a wheelchair because the left side of her body was paralyzed.Damien hated her at one point but he couldn't stay angry at this vulnerable woman who looked ancient at such a young age. He had done his part to provide nursin

Adelaine woke up to the sound of crying. She opened her eyes then closed them immediately as the bright light stung her pupils. She took a deep breath and opened them again. First thing she saw were girls: four or five of them huddled on the floor, sobbing incessantly. They all looked about her age, maybe younger. All of them are beautiful. Some of them lay there with a dazed look on their face as if they were on drugs. "Where are we?" Adeline asked but was greeted with silence and more quiet sobbing. The door suddenly opened and a beautiful, exotic-looking woman with blond hair and really red lipstick came in. She looked aro

Adeline didn't show her anger when Damien asked her to strip. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction. She also didn't want to ask for his help because he was part of this whole thing that took her life away from her. He was the same as all the men who used and abused her. She hated him.This was why she pretended not to know him, and she would continue to do so. She had to survive this no matter what."Well? What are you waiting for? Go ahead and take your dress off, 'Selene.' I want to know exactly what it is I just paid a quarter of a million dollars for." Damien smirked.She obeyed him and stood naked in front of him. Damien could see every part of her body as they didn't allow her to wear a bra and underwear underneath that dress. Normally, she would be embarrassed, but now,

Adeline looked at Damien for a moment, then looked away. She tried not to laugh as she remembered she was supposed to be Selene, not Adeline. She was no longer the stupid, innocent girl that Damien had once taken advantage of. How ironic was it that the guy who first introduced her to sex is the one who would be her first customer? Sure, why not. The universe was a fucked-up place. "Would you like me to get down on my knees, Master?" she asked in a mocking tone. Damien noticed that her eyes were full of disgust towards him. She may be acting compliant, but she couldn't fake the hatred she felt for him. Damien's heart twitched. Why couldn't she forgive him? It's been ten years! Damien stared into her big blue eyes and relaxed his jaw. His eyes became more gentle as he felt sorry for

Tyriq Ibrahim, the Godfather of the Midwest Bloods, was a big man. A wall of a man dressed in a three-piece Armani suit with a scarlet necktie. He had to represent, after all. His crew looked more like bankers than street thugs. But Damien had learned over the years the appearances were deceptive, and you couldn't judge a guy by the cut of his suit.Damien welcomed them in his downtown office, and they surrendered their pieces at the door, as it was customary in a parlay. Damien and his men also had to show that they were not armed. His backup consisted of Robbie, Akiko, and Nemiah. They were in his corporate office, after all, and his people were bankers and accountants.Damien greeted Tyriq with a handshake that turned into a hug. The hug, Damien knew, was a test of strength. The man wanted to know if Damien was solid.He had Nemiah pour them his best scotch, but Tyriq refused as it was against his religion. He was a practic