All Chapters of A Mafia's Possession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

NICOLE Soon enough, I noticed our limousine had come to a halt. I took a cursory glance at Raphael who didn't seem suprised or confused. Slowly our limousine began moving. I couldn't see anything at first until we came in front of a huge iron black gate.  I stared at the magnificent iron bars that opened for our limousine to drive inside, jaws dropped.  I peered through the tinted glass and I could see guards almost in every nook and cranny. They looked so anxious.Probably because Raphael was back.   I couldn't see anything infront as other cars drove slowly ahead of us.I decided to keep on peering outside the glass. The environment was so captivating.  A large lawn decorated by colourful flowers and well trimmed grasses spread across everywhere. Mini-fountains oozing pure crystal clear water were spotted at almost every corner. I spotted some lovely picturesque buildings at th

Raphael walked into an unhabited two storey building, the chilly wind whipping his hair across his face. The guards immedately straightened their spine once they sighted him coming out of the car in the stark, dark night.He had flew from Rome to Begarmo, a small Italian city, northeast of Milan.This was his home town. It had been so long he stepped his feet on the cobblestone streets of Bergamo.But he wasn't here for a vacation, he was here for one purpose--to kill."Capo" the guards greeted with their heads bowed down, none of them daring to look him in the eye.Raphael entered inside with his entourage of guards and headed towards the underground cellar of the building.There were three guards standing outside the huge iron door at the end of the staircase. They instantly went stiff, fear and dread coursing through them on spotting Raphael.They bowed their heads as a sign of respect to Rap

NICOLE  I and Raphael walked down the cobble streets of Rome. Everything felt so amazing and surreal; the brilliant sun shining down happily, the cars bustling and people flowing like a tide.This was how I wanted it to be, we were spending time together like a normal couple. Raphael had asked if we should take a car but hell no.  I insisted we walked. How would I enjoy my tour if we don't walk hand in hand and relish the moment? He brought along two disposable cameras that each had space for about sixty photographs. That way we could capture the moments of our beautiful tour.  The street we were in had a lot of old Italian apartments, balconies that had people's clothes and rugs hanging out of it. The road was cobbled and it added to the beauty.  Loud chirpings from men and women both young and old filled the air. I looked around with a beam on my fa

NICOLE   He just pulled out a gun!I stared jaw ajars at it and trepidation seized me. I tightened my hold on Raphael and closed my eyes, pressing my body against his.  "You aren't the only one that knows how to use a gun Dante"I heard Raphael say. My eyes flew open and I saw Raphael slowly bringing out a gun from his pocket.This was getting scary.Raphael immedately cocked it and twirled it around his slender fingers."Raphael.."I whispered in fear.He looked down at my frightened self and kissed my forehead. "Shhh Bella. I'm here ok"I heard his grandfather falsely chuckle. We both then trailed our gaze to him as he stared angrily at us. I don't get it. Why doesn't he like me? He just met me so why the dislike?"You have the guts Raphael to go to Africa and pick a barbarian as a w

NICOLEA week had passed after that torrential event that took place in the mansion.Up till now, just the thought of what took place that uneventful night still shook me to my bones. I struggled to get the image of Raphael's bleeding shoulder out of my head.Seeing how ruthless Armani was to his own grandchildren made me realise how frightening Raphael's childhood would have been.I felt so sorry for Raphael. He grew up in harsh conditions. Though filthy rich, he was already burdened up with life responsibilities as a child.Getting initiated into a mafia from a young age without having the tiniest clue of what he was getting himself into proved to be so fatal for his childhood.I found myself praying so fervently for my dear husband. I truly didn't like seeing him in pain.It broke me into agonising pieces watching him bleed so much that night.