All Chapters of Stolen by the Mafia King: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

[Ralph’s POV]Subtly, her head tilted the other way and the alluring curve of her neck emerged from the shadows of her luscious, fragrant curls. I planted my lips onto the pulsating spot below her earlobe and she sighed in contentment. “You can’t cheat, Ralph.” I smiled against her silky skin and she shuddered a little. “How many more days till the aunt leaves?” She chuckled her glorious chuckle and drew her arms around my neck to pull herself closer. “Two more days.” I glided my lips across the downside of her jaw. “Fuck.” I moved up and took her lips for a long, leisure kiss, which ended with us breathless. I kissed her forehead and hugged her. “So what’s the second thing you came here for?” She laughed and slapped my back with the file in her hand. “This is the first thing on my agenda, not the second.” I pulled back and cradled her cheeks, smoothing them with my thumbs. “I thought the first thing on your agenda was me.” Her face was back to that stupid deadpan-ess. “Ca

[Ralph’s POV] “Jesus Christ, Juliette, just tell Thomas to stay on my tail and keep out of plain sight!” I disconnected at her ‘But Ralph’ and removed the phone from my ear. “She’s a grown woman. She can handle herself,” Ben muttered. The car zoomed through the valley, shooting towards the jetty, where Alberto is meeting his seller. “ARGH!” I slammed a palm at the door. “What the hell was she thinking, coming at me like that? Another woman? She didn’t even answer my question when I asked her to marry me. And she dared to accuse me of having another woman. AM I A JOKE TO HER? GODDAMN IT.” “I’ve seen that kid’s driving skills.” Ben stared at the road ahead. “Gotta take your wife’s side on this. It’s good to give him a test drive.” I glared at the dumbass. “IS MY WIFE’S LIFE A JOKE TO YOU?” And he laughed like a dumbass. “He looks up to you, you know—that kid. I see the way his eyes lit up when he talks about you. Come to think of it, the whole lot of them do. What did you d

[Ralph’s POV]She drew in a sharp breath and settled on her knees, arms stretched to grab the back of the couch on each side of my shoulders, then lifted her breasts to my face. I stared at them, gripping my hands into tight fists to stop my tongue from sticking out to lick those cute tiny buds. When there was no reaction from me, she drew in more stuttering breaths—probably to kill the embarrassment—and moved the tip of her breasts forward, kissing my lips with them. Surprise widened my eyes. Goddamn fuck… A gasp of delight slipped from her and she started rubbing those warm pearls along my lips, teasing and begging at the same time. “R-Ralph…,” she whispered. “P-Please…..” She pulled back slightly to look down at me, her breathing heavier than before. I stared up at her and asked, “You want this?” Not looking away, I drew her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it, earning a soft moan from her, and then I released it to make my point. “Mmph…,” she whimpered. “Yes….” “Make me

[Ralph’s POV]“So you’re saying, we’ll no longer be called ‘Second Tiers’,” repeated Gerardo Virtus, the eldest son of the newly retired Second Tier Liandro Virtus, descendant of the First Sergeant of the fighting force of the old government of U.R.T. “Instead,” his cigarette eroded voice added, “We’ll be known as ‘Directors’.” I stared firmly at him, seated on my left, on the white leather couch in front of my desk, and said, “Director Gerardo, yes. That’s what I said.” I tapped my finger on the glass surface in a slow, steady beat and elaborated, “I’d like to offer you our media business.”To his squinted gaze of caution, I inhaled sharply and explained, “You have a degree in communications.” “Yes, I do.” “And you’re active in the grapevine.” The twenty-five year old grinned with a twinkle in his eyes. “So you’re the best in the family for the job,” I concluded. “What’s in it for me?” Smart boy. I drew in another silent breath and stared at my tapping finger and replied, “Yo

[Ralph’s POV]As I’d guessed, her head popped in like a curious child, staring at me. “Ralph? What are you doing here? And why’s everyone here?” She came out from behind the door frame, frowning with jealousy at being left out. “Are you discussing the wedding ceremony?”“No,” I replied curtly, trying my best to sound casual. She was walking towards the couch when she heard my reply and halted. Then, a pout surfaced. “I’ve interrupted something, haven’t I?” “Nonsense, Julie!” Agatha chirped cheerfully like a songbird. “We were just having a fortnightly meeting with Mr. Ralph.”“What for?” And there it is… her questioning. I was smiling inside. Outside, I was frowning as hard as I could. So I wouldn’t give myself away. She glanced at me and then dropped her gaze like a wounded kitten. “I shall stop with the questions. Ralph’s upset. I’ll… I’ll head back to my room.” It was then I realised that she was still in her nightgown. And I knew that she would change out of it. Immediat