All Chapters of MAFIA RULES: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

I don’t put them down for bed immediately as it's still early, we head to the living room, Niko leaving me with the kids to shower and get changed, when he returns, I hop in for my own shower. With the kids fed and bathed, and Niko here to watch them, I have about an hour to myself before it is time for dinner and I intend to enjoy every last second.I take a long hot shower, allowing the heat to soak into my skin and relax my muscles. After about a solid thirty minutes, I shampoo and condition my hair, ensuring I get enough conditioner on my scalp and the ends of my hair.Finally, I rinse off and exit the shower, Slipping on a bathrobe I tie the sash loosely at my waist and get a towel for my hair. I squeeze off the excess water, wrap it around my hair, and finally dig out the creams my Mama sent over earlier. I tear off the wrap and twist off the cap, immediately, the smell of cocoa and butter assaults my senses. “Nice” I scop off a decent potion with my index and middle finger, t

Though I’m annoyed at Niko and the way he handled the situation when he leaves, I go about my day, Gia and I playing with the kids before it is their nap time, and then I get to, starting with my first scheduled meeting of the day, afterward, I read through the brief put together by my team on the ongoing projects. I’m not even that upset he ordered Ivan to restrain me if I tried to take the children out, that was an empty threat, to get across how against the idea he was. If there's one thing I know for sure, is that no matter how domineering my husband can't get, he would never want another man’s hands anywhere near me. I also didn’t want the entire household to know we were having disagreements so I kept my annoyance to myself, so when I come down for dinner in the evening, I’m silent as I clear my plate, lost in my thoughts, I dont notice how quiet the room is until Tommy pokes me in the side with his elbow “what's up with you?” he had whispered the question but I'm sure the en

When the women leave, I take my children inside, editing some pictures I took with Caela on my lap, scrolling to the ones Gianna took of me and the children, I add some filters. I knew I should delete some as they were about fifty pictures altogether but they were just so cute, even the blurry ones as Caela refused to stay still long enough for capture.“See yourself baby” Taking her hand, I use it to point at the screen. Laughing when she leans forward to lick the screen. Angelo however seems to be frowning in most of the pictures, only smiling in the one I’m carrying him and Caela in one arm each and another where I’m kissing his cheeks.Blinking back some tears, I put them in a folder. Selecting a few to forward to Mama and Eva, as well as Father. I unblocked father when the children were born, a gesture in good fate as he was unable to come see them, I sent him photos instead, and after having found his contact among a long list of blocked contacts on my phone, I was a bit surprise

As I lay back in the bath, the scent of lavender filling the air, eyes close, I keep an ear out for the sounds of cries but nothing comes, After some thirty minutes, I feel more relaxed, knowing I can’t take any more time, I leave the bath, drying off and brushing out my hair, the steam from the hot water making the strands slightly damp and easy to brush through. I add some hair products and spray to keep the frizz at a minimum before leaving the bathroom. I picked out an oversized white button up and loose denim skirt in the closet, to pair with bright red sandals. I stretch my spine for a second, arms stretched over my head. Sighing in relief as my bones pop, before letting my towel fall to get dressed. I snagged my phone from the charger on my bedside table where either Niko or Maria would have plugged it in this morning. My eyes close when I see I have a number of unopened emails.Yikes. According to my calendar, I have accounts with Alex at eleven thirty, A quick look at my tim

NIKO Past… “What is this I hear you are making my daughter work?” “Who the fuck is this?” I growled into the phone at the mere audacity. There’s a beat of silence, “Niko, it is your father in-law” The voice is authoritative, I’m sure it’s the one he uses when speaking with my wife or one of his underlings. He should know better than to use it with me by the way. Blanco may not read the tone of my voice because he continues, “One would think you would recognize my voice, but that is beyond the point. I demand to know why you are-“ “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” once again I wonder if this man has a death wish. I had refused to look more into the issue but you cannot tell me he never noticed how fixated Alonzo was on his daughter, especially growing up, Christ. I try not to think of that. It fills me with a kind of rage I never thought possible. Blanco clears his throat and I can imagine him gearing up “You are being utterly unreasonable Niko, allowing a woman to