All Chapters of The Mafia King's Sweetheart: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

                 He watched from his angle, unmoving gaze fixed on the strippers dancing around the pole like their second bodies. The silver in his black hair caught the different color of lights flashing in the room. A glass of Barbera in one hand, and the other wrapped around a slim blonde. At the side of the hand holding the glass, another blonde sat there with legs crossed. Her head laid on his chest, her slender fingers running the length of his bare chest.      Tearing his gaze from the strippers, he made a mental note to have them all fired. He lowered his gaze to the woman on his right, frowning when she smiled at him. They all knew the rules, never smile at him. He removed his hand from her body. 'Get out.' She flinched from the dark depth of his tone, and even if she wanted to protest, she knew better than doing that. Swallowing her

              Yolanda's standpoint                  How do you avoid idiots? Some women just need serious help, pushing themselves on men like they are the only good thing life can give to them. Presently, I was sitting at a café, staring at a woman scream the place down as she pointed at a black lady, throwing abusive words at her. They were two actually, one with rainbow dyed hair and the black lady with blonde and jade. They didn't look bothered by the woman's ranting, didn't even want to utter a word to defend themselves against the woman's accusations. They were innocent.      I was more attracted to the one with the rainbow hair. Something about her, intrigued me; set off my curiosity. She looked more relaxed than the other,

                Carlos' standpoint                  I sat alone at the casino, observing the workers and the people so I could report back to Ted. It'd been a week since we last heard from Yolanda, and it was starting to drive him more crazy than he already was. Any little thing vexed him, even his toothbrush got hammered because it scraped his gum and made him bleed. I love the man, but he is a mad man. Earlier, he was screaming at my mirror because it made him look old, and then shot the lifeless thing. Everyone was staying clear of him, the reason I changed my mind about not visiting the casino for the month. I hate casinos but I hate Wednesdays more.      Fortunately, everything was going well so far, so I didn't

                Cookie's standpoint                  Who in the world kidnaps someone and not give them food! I am hungry! After getting injected, I woke up in a dark room with Ursula, hungry and annoyed. A starved Cookie is a grumpy Cookie, but try telling idiots that. Ursula's persistent crying was getting on my nerves, really. She got us into this mess by being someone she is not.   Hypocrite.      'Will you stop crying,' I snapped at her. 'I'm starving!'      'I'm sorry,' she sobbed and swallowed her tears.      'What's with you anyway? Your real name is Marilyn?'      'Yes, Marilyn Barley.' a

                I sighed as I walked into the kitchen. So, she was out of the floor now, but her head buried into the refrigerator as she slept. Is she such a deep sleeper? I walked to her and pulled her back roughly, she fell back on my body, her stupid colored hair bouncing around messily. I cursed under my breath and scooped her into my arms, she smelt nice, though.      'Put me down, I haven't gotten a drink of water yet.' She murmured.      'Hold on,' I dropped her on the kitchen island and walked to the refrigerator again, took out a bottle of water and went back to her. 'Here, drink,' I slapped the bottle in her hand. She put it to her lips, drank half, and poured the rest on her head. 'What are you doing?'      'What am I…' She opened her eyes and sighed. 'How did I get here?'