All Chapters of The Mafia King's Sweetheart: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

                                                I sighed and dropped my legs on the floor, resting my elbows on my knees.            My father never loved my mother after they got married, he just married her for an heir. Unfortunately for him, he fell in love with her later but kept it to himself by treating her terrible and always beating her. I hated him then, why would he hit her so much! That was what I thought until the council of high Mafias found out he loved her, and so he had to choose between her and himself; he chose the latter, of course. The worse part was making me watch as he killed her, so I

                Cookie's standpoint                      'Don't let me      Don't let me      Don't let me down      Don't let me down      Don't let me down down down…' I sang along as I made the coffees for the workers, that was my job, coffee girl. Not exactly coffee girl, I delivered drinks to everyone, and snacks too and if they wish, food. It was the best I could get, I couldn't specifically use my original certificate with my real name to get any job. I could have gotten a secretary job with my fake one but some bitch had to use her puss to steal it away from me, so here I am.  

          Cookie's standpoint                I stared at myself in the mirror, convincing myself that my action was right. It wasn't wrong anyway, Ted and I never dated. Okay, the main problem was that Ted could find out I was going on a date and kill Lino. He has jealousy disorder. Still… I wore black pantyhose, pantyhose artistically designed to be splattered with paint, so it eventually looks like black with long sprays and drips of red, mango, lemon, emerald, sapphire, fuchsia and lilac paint across it. I pulled on black wedges, some black and coral anklets, a few chunky brackets, decorated my fingers with colorful rings and made my hair up into a tight controlled bun at the side of my hair with some few curls falling down to frame my face. To top my colorful outfit, I wore a white shirt with du

                        Ted's standpoint              I had always been a ruthless killer all my life, one who didn't think twice before firing a bullet; one who had no heart and pity no soul. Everyone who opposed me all died by my bullets or hands, some kept their fucks to themselves, caving like the cowards they were. There was less rivals that lasted long; all died sooner than usual. I would always smile in victory after a successful kill, reliving the memories of my enemies all dropping dead or their agonizing cries when I torture them to death. It was a turn on for me, almost sadomasochistic, but it wasn't exactly that way at all. Though I never admitted it, I was starting to grow tire of that lifestyle; wake up, trai

              Marilyn's standpoint (Ursula)                I sighed as I washed the dishes, a woebegone expression on my face. I was having the worst weeks of my life. First, life was so hard getting used to without Viona, no one except Bruce was there to make me laugh. I was okay at least, it wasn't that bad but when Bruce returned with Ame almost two months ago, and I saw what that monster made her go through, I knew life was going to get hard. Thanks to Madam Alicia, most of the scars on her body had completely disappeared and thank God her skin was one of those special ones that don't keep scars. If it was mine, many of it would remain.      Secondly, Vee changed, like in a bad way. For all the years we had been together, Vee had always been the fu