All Chapters of MAFIA RULES: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

He stands just by the door, the fingers of one hand still wrapped around the doorknob, eyebrows pinched, and a scowl of annoyance on his lips. I look at him from head to toe, he looks real, dark green eyes looking at me without blinking, tousled black hair, and a tight black shirt stretches over his wide chest, he looks bigger, having put on more muscle, dark jeans, and a pair of black boots laced halfway on his feet. Pushing up from the floor I stumble in his direction, blinking a few times to clear my vision, my hand his reaching towards his chest frowning, this must be a hallucination from snacking my head on the floor, I've never hallucinated in my life but there is a first time for everything, expect my fingers do not go through him, I poke him again in the center of his chest, he is very solid, I look up to find him looking down at the finger I have on his chest. "Did you hurt yourself just now?" I jump on him, “It’s really you! You’re alive?” It comes out like a question but

"To Miguel!” “Cheers!” I say loudly with the others clicking my glass with Niko and then Eva. I lean over the table to click my glass with the man of the hour. All the guys were also surprised to see him, apparently only Niko suspected where he was all this time. Tommy thought he was on an assignment and knew not to ask questions. Because doing so could blow his cover. I’m just happy he’s back, a part of me that has always worried about him is at peace now. Nothing, absolutely nothing can bring me down now. “Thank you, everyone,” Miguel says. “Another strong man added to our ranks, well done son, now if only someone would decide to make me a proud grandfather sometime before I die, possibly soon” Matteo tips his glass in his son’s direction. I swallow a laugh. “Not this again” Vincent grumbles throwing back his wine in one glup. “At almost thirty I already had you and you’re not even considering settling down, just look at Niko, he’s two ahead of you” My brows go up, still

The rules had to do with serving, The first rule, boldly written is; Serve your husband, serve your family before yourself. Always remember duty, sacrifice, honor your husband. One woman wrote; After a hard day at work, offer him your breast. I had a good laugh after reading that, but it took me some time to get the true meaning, comfort in a woman’s bosom is a form of comfort to others. So after a hard day at work, be a loving wife. Take care of him. Another one said: Love your capo my future sisters and daughters. You are the only one who can, when others fear and respect him, he is yours to love, and he will honor you in return. If he does not, the Salvatore family will remember your sacrifice. That, that, was deep, the name attached to that was Rebehak Iris Salvatore, wife to Rafael Brenad Salvatore. I took note of the name, she seemed like an interesting woman. Another woman wrote, very boldly might I add; Fuck your husband, my dear, every night if possible, just be

NIKO Past... “Nikki, what are you doing here?” I ask, wondering who I have to maim for letting her into my office without permission. The dark-haired woman stutters towards my desk in a red jumpsuit, a designer bag hanging off her arm. “Sometimes a girl needs a little excitement in life, where else to find it than here in New York? We always have fun together, fighting, fucking, blowing shit up, a man like you has needs, so I thought why the hell not” she ends with a shrug. I keep looking at her with an unamused expression because that’s all I feel at the moment, my wife is in a delicate condition right now which makes her vulnerable and emotional. Not like she’s able to control her emotions on a normal day, but these days it’s worse, just yesterday, she called me crying because she saw cute puppies on the internet. The time before that was baby shoes. I don’t want anything upsetting her, and Nikki being here will upset her greatly. She’s a jealous little thing, my wife, I can’t

Niko rises off my lap like a corpse in a creepy movie, throwing his legs to the side at the same time he fishes out his phone from somewhere. “Damn it” he cursed under his breath. He pulls his jaw to the right, then the left, popping bones, he shakes his head once. Phone to his ear he growls “Get up here now” His fingers fly around the keypad in rapid sessions, shooting out messages is my guess. My brows go up and I wonder who it is that has him reacting so strongly. I get up slowly. My eyes flew between Niko and Maria. And did she say, Madam Salvatore? ...Isn’t that supposed to be me? Or Eva? I shake my head, no, that’s wrong. “Where is she?” Niko asks the same time I ask “Who is that?” “At the entrance, as per your orders, the guards cannot allow armed men into the premises and she refuses to be without her men” “This is a cluster fuck, how the fuck did she get here without my knowing, fuck, fuck!” Niko mumbles to himself, eyes still on his phone, a scowl on his face. Who