All Chapters of The Mourning Mafia: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dad!Huh!Really!The hot hunk was a father!And no one knew it!These were the only thoughts running in every person’s mind who stood still in the boardroom. Suddenly, the pregnant pause was not only scary but intriguing as hell. No one knew what to say yet they were excited to know what the Mafia Girl had to say now but the even the terrifying woman was out of any sarcastic remark. It was a first! A shocking first for her because never in her wildest of dreams she had imagined the sexy man to father a beautiful girl.A child with the most mesmerizing eyes she has ever seen in this world.Much more attractive than the hot hunk who was sweating like a swine in front of her, due to the lost words that won't just come back to him.How would he even speak? And what should he even say to all the gaping audience?Simone swivelled her head to look at the women guards who were ready to kiss the floor, trembling in fear.They knew they were in deep shit because they had failed in their jobs a

With the adrenaline pumping right into his body like a speed of light, Ashton ran towards the boardroom as fast as he could. He refused to believe the possibility that occurred inside his over agitated brain.Still, with every step he took towards the designated room, his heartbeat dropped but he didn't let that intuition win.He moved forth with everything in him, and at last when he finally stood in front of the closed doors, he shut his eyes for a second to relax and then without another thought occupying his system, he pushed the doors wide open.“Alisha!” It was the first thing he screamed, taking a step inside the big room.Frantically, he searched for his daughter but on not spotting her, he felt an unexplainable hate, anger, and fury taking over his senses.The board members who still stood terrified at their places looked at him shocked not because of his scream but since he was still alive after he spent the most dangerous moments of his life with a psycho Mafia. God was on

In those few horrifying moments when he was at the extent of losing his girl, all thoughts fled away from him. His body paralysed while his mind refused to cooperate with his heart or listen to his any command. The time had frozen but how did he get so lucky to be blessed with some mercy from the one who might be partially responsible for the mayhem he underwent.Thoughts after thoughts, plagued his mind but he couldn’t reach any sensible conclusion so far. He debated on Simone’s presence in the Alicia Mansion.How did she know where to find me? How did she get here so fast? Wasn't she the one responsible for all the firing? Wasn’t it her plan to scare him so that he would agree to her terms and conditions?He saw her shielding his daughter; then she raised herself a little and pulled out a silver gun from her both boots and fired through the window as to what he supposed were the goons or whatsoever they could be part of her plan only. But then why would she kill her own men? Was sh

Seconds turned into frightful seven minutes, but Ashton couldn’t move or even debate on what to do. His life hung with that gun in his hand while the judgement rested with the devil sitting on the sofa without a care of the world. Suddenly, the day sucked more than Simone could ever suck. Did he make sense?No! Horribly No. Because not every day he got to hold a weapon in his hand and was asked to press the trigger. But what should he do now?“Dad!!!” As if on cue, his daughter heard his mental plight, she cried for him, and forgetting everything, he threw the gun back on the sofa and rushed towards the room to check on Alisha.He was sure she would be freaking out, while here he was busy wasting his time on a sociopath.He opened the room and immediately pulled his daughter in his arms, who was a crying mess after hearing continuous firing. She buried her head in the crook of his neck, sobbing loudly. Ashton rubbed soothing circles on her back. "It's okay baby. Relax. It's over!"H

Ashton had slept off beside Alisha for don’t know how long until his troubled sleep got broke by the furious yelling echoing in his house. Too lost to comprehend anything, he ran outside not wanting Alisha to wake up.As he took his steps towards the staircase, he was shocked to see the time in the big clock of his house that hung on the top wall near the stairs. It was 7 in the evening—that meant he was out for some three hours.Was he that much tired due to the happenings?Once he stood on the middle of the staircase; his eyes bulged out of his sockets as he saw the two people awaiting him, about whom he had completely forgotten.Rex and his great Grandmother Amanda.He looked at the old lady who was ready to beat the shit out of everything and everyone with her cane, while his best friend was trying hard to stop her."Call that stupid grandson of mine, now or else I am actually throwing you out of this house!" The old woman yelled. Rex gulped a lump down his throat."Grand Ma!" Ash