All Chapters of Stolen by the Mafia King: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

[Ben’s POV]The giant, crazy-ass, punching machine was finally himself this morning. Sitting in bed, staring out of the window, Ben couldn’t hold back a sigh and strolled into the bedroom. ‘Your plan worked,’ he said quietly. ‘How long was I out?’ ‘Not long.’ Ben moved closer and sat on the end of bed. ‘How long?’ Insisted the deep voice. ‘Two days.’ Ben observed his best friend closely as silence fell between them once more. ‘You look the pinkest of health,’ he joked. But Ralph remained non-responsive. Ben cleared his throat lightly, his brain churning furiously for the next thing to say, and then a spark connected. ‘Harold Lux believes that we’re enemies now. Our company is free from his scrutiny.’ ‘How’s the party?’ asked the beast in a quiet tone. Ralph never cared for any parties so Ben knew that he was truly asking for Juliette. But Ben wasn’t sure if Ralph was ready to hear the name once more. ‘Sickeningly posh, if you know what I mean.’ Ben chuckled, hiding his conce

[Juliette’s POV]Quietly and stealthily, I got out of there before I heard the next word. I do miss Ralph. But for some reason, I couldn’t bear to hear another word about him. Like I wanted to keep him frozen in a portrait that I painted of him, out of the good times we’ve had together. He would always be the Ralph that was before my betrayal. My fiercely loving husband. But no matter how much I looked at the portrait and ignored time, the growing dust would always remind me of the passing time—and my growing belly—and how this baby would arrive in my arms without Ralph by my side. I’ve told myself many times to stay strong. For the baby. I’m a mother now. If I couldn’t be strong for it, who would? But there will always be times when the monster of my own doing would come and gnaw my insides, clawing for my heart. It would always succeed and drive me back into that hole of black emptiness. I love you, kitten…. I hugged myself and realised that I was back in the field, and the su

[Juliette’s POV]It was a week after that. To find Ralph’s evidence, I’ve got to start from Ralph’s contract with Papa, and Uncle Jerry drafts all of Papa’s important contracts like the ones that concern the Lux assets. And Uncle Jerry has a habit of keeping a soft copy of every contract he’s drafted. So it must be in his laptop, which he carries around like his ID. If I’m Papa, I’d know of the contract’s existence. What do I do to evoke it? My best friend must know about it. Including those who are loyal to me and whom I can depend on for assistance. Then, my staff—and then my household. Now, how would I void the same contract without any legal consequences? How to convince everyone that what they thought existed never did?If I let only a trusted few in on the entire plan, then I only need to tell the others that they’ve been duped. People don’t like to be made a fool, but they also don’t want to appear like one. So if enough people believed what Papa said, the rest would follow.

[Ralph’s POV]Very soon, my limo came to a screeching halt. The six angry white vans stopped as well—in two neat files. Then, the doors burst open and out spilled the men in black suits like water from a broken pipe. I checked the rearview mirror and saw the black van breaking out in cold sweat as my army of black suits swarmed around my limo and charged towards it like piranhas. ‘They’re trying to run,’ huffed Robert, looking displeased. ‘Have faith in our brothers, Robert,’ I replied, just as the black van stopped again. Robert’s wide grin told me that the last three vans had arrived, blocking my assassins’ only escape route. *****[Tank’s POV]‘FUCK! LOCK THE DOORS!’ cried asshole sharp shooter Pete. Tank the quick dagger had never seen so many sharks in his life. He hastily pressed the button and the doors locked itself, just before the first dude reached their van. In a blink, the entire van was covered with these sharks in black suits, banging and knocking incessantly l

[Juliette’s POV]I grabbed a pillow and swung it at that pretty face, and the woman bounced onto the bed with a loud ‘Oof’. Then, before she could recover and take control of Sarah’s—or my—hair, I slammed the tough pillow on her face, again and again and again… screaming with the might in each slam. ‘Get off me you bitch!’ huffed the home wrecker, her long, pink nails clawing at my arms like she was drowning. But Sarah, already recovered, grabbed my arm to halt my attacks so she could throw a real slap on that cakey cheek. ‘You’re the bitch, you bitch!’ She roared with my fury. ‘Didn’t you know that the Don’s already married? This is his wife!’The woman jerked back with furious eyes. ‘He’s divorced! Said so himself. Besides.’ She gave me a scan and scoffed. ‘Who wants an oil tank when he can have these!’ She pushed up her big tits and they threatened to spill from her low-V. Fury burst through my lips. ‘I’ll kill you!’ And my pillow started slamming once more. ‘You fat cow!’ She