All Chapters of Stuck Between The Mafia Lord And His Twin: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

FREDRICK“Stay with me Ma! Stay with me!” I needled, feeling the sting of tears pooling under my eyelids as I jogged along the gurney where my mother tossed and turned mutely.The ride in the ambulance had been hell, sitting stiff-legged like a fucking vegetable unable to do anything!I fisted my hands beside me, my suit hanging limply off my frame as I willed my hands to stop shaking.“That's it, Mr. McKenzie, We’ll take it from here,” The sonorous voice of the doctor came behind eager-looking bright eyes, piercing eyes, and the blue cotton of a face mask.I nodded exasperatedly, feeling beads of sweat gather in my armpits as I watched the statuesque line of my father’s frame still beside me as he inhaled sharply, the ball of cotton in my throat turning to steel.“You were supposed to be watching her Fredrick! What were you thinking?” My father’s hard baritone gritted beside me and I felt my heart bottom out from the seams of my goddamn trousers.“She isn't MY wife, is she? Where the

ALEXANDERDennis Lucas sat in my office study with his head bowed and his eyes closed as I told him the whole story.I watched as the hanger of his shoulders shook with what I took to be subdued laughs before his fierce black eyes snapped open and I saw a hint of the rage swimming underneath before he killed it.“What do you mean gripped her?” He whispered hauntingly, the tenor of his baritone echoing in the empty study as he straightened from the marble desktop to pace the space.I stuttered, pressing my hands into my eyes so that all I saw was red, instead of the man’s broad back and auburn shoulder-length hair.Dennis Lucas had been best friends with us since I could remember, but lately, I had the feeling he was more best friends with me than with my twin brother.It was why I had called him over, the fall of my disjointed voice on the telephone had him here faster than I could pour myself the sweet poison of opium from the wine rack.We were just too much alike, too much of the s

LAURA DIEGO- THE NIGHT OF THE PARTYI had decided that Darlene Bernardo did not know how good she had it, as I stood under the lilied petals of the McKenzie Manor House foyer, desperately dodging the spirits of saliva the ornately dressed hens spat at me.”Oh emm gee! Did you see Sophia McCulley’s dress? What is she cosplaying?” A bright-eyed woman I was meeting for the first time that night clucked to the woman beside me, her blonde hair glimmering in the artificial lights that I had painstakingly hung around the earth-sized driveway.”The reject, drugged-up prostitute from Atlanta’s suburbs no doubt,” The hawkish-looking brunette beside me triggered with an air of arrogance that I had learned was accustomed to the elite like scales to a damn snake.I shook my head as the blonde woman cackled loudly, deciding she had had enough of whatever it was she had been sipping the entire night.I should have probably gotten myself one of those.Colored glasses and fireflies trapped in a bottle

ALEXANDER“What do you-” I frowned, starting at the woman as though she had gone mad when she held up a ringed hand to cut me off.“So ill just show you instead,” She whispered hauntingly, extending the dainty hand that held the sheaf as I sighed, taking it rougher than I needed to from her.I didn't have time for fucking guessing games, grumbling as I tore open the opaque film over it.”What’s in it?” I queried, but Laura Diego just stared pointedly at the file until I flipped the image so I could see what was on it.What the fuck? “Where did you get this?” I whispered after a stretch of silence so painful it lodged small stones in my throat lingered, turning the frame this way and that as though the image of my wife kissing my brother was going to look any different upside down.“Privileged information Mr. McKenzie, I can't reveal my source and run the risk of compromising their life,” She whispered, the slight tremble in her lips showing me she wasn't as composed as she made hers

ALEXANDERAn idiot, that was what I was. A fucking bumbling dank-ass idiot who couldn’t see two feet in front of him to realize the woman of his dreams had been a farce. A lie!Darlene had been cheating on me! I still couldn’t wrap my head around it, around the fact that she had deceived me so completely.Allowed me to kiss her with the taste of my brother’s tongue cooling on her lips.“Fuck!” I bellowed, pounding my clenched fists into the unimpressed concrete of the my study walls so that the delicious sizzle of pain greased the pinpoints of rage raking through me.I needed air, I needed to be out in the wild, back in themafia ring, to feel the hammer of my rage breeze through my knuckles.“Mr. McKenzie, I-” Laura Diego’s timid voice came from the doorway and I turned sharply to see the glass of her porcelain face peeking through the doorway, biting down on the urge to roll my eyes and instead settling for a polite nod.“Mr. McKenzie, I just wanted to say, I uh, had no idea that it