All Chapters of Stuck Between The Mafia Lord And His Twin: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ALEXANDERMy father’s mafia penthouse at the edge of the city was different than I remembered it.The rows and rows of leaning coconut trees that spread out into a neat circle from the entrance successfully shielded the penthouse from view, unlike the old bramble-covered fence that made the eight hundred square feet of land feel more like an asylum than a luxury escape house.Priest’s black Cadillac idled outside the nettle-latticed gates that opened after a few beats of security processing before the coffee-colored man slid the car into the gritty lane of the compound.“Ah, smells like home dun nit?” Priest chuckled as I glanced around the shadowed grit lot of the penthouse, the blue glimmer of the pool lights casting warped fluorescent shadows across our faces before he killed the engine and got out.The smell of wet clay and wild lilies did not smell like home. But somehow, I doubted it did to the copper-haired man either.Shit, what the hell was I doing here?“Come on out son. It’

MARY ARGRETEE OF MCKENZIE MANOR“Lady of Grackles,” I panted as my hands shook on the wide rim of the overhead lamp holder as I tried to screw the ceramic off, biting down on a shriek when the white chalk of dust fell into my eyes.I coughed a panicked gasp, knowing that Our Lady had blinded me for taking her name in sin. I tethered wildly on the high iron of the potted plant where I had stood, flinging an arm out to grope around me before I felt the creak of the lampshade giving and the feeling of the floor coming up to meet me.“Ugh!” I groaned, struggling to my feet with the small black bulb of a camera fisted in one hand and rubbing the sore spot on my tailbone with the other.I had to get out of here before the Mistress finished with the Master of the McKenzie manor and came up into her room.I’d been foolish, letting that woman talk me into spying on the rich family when I had no business interfering in their lives.Yes, I was going to turn myself over to Sir Alexander’s mercy a

DARLENEIt hadn’t been easy, finding this death trap of a place that looked more like a graveyard mausoleum than it did a safe house. I had sprinted out of the grand manor like a bat out of hell, damn near fishtailing the sleek white Porsche into a tree as I spun out of the lot onto the highway.“Shit,” I grunted, letting loose a string of expletives as I risked a glance at my phone, snapping my eyes back to the stretch of asphalt lit only by the fluorescent white of my headlamps and blinking away the bright white spots that remained in my eyes.My phone had been ringing off the hook ever since the news of the affair had spread.“I should talk to Fredrick, make him see a reason to drop the issue,” I whispered more to myself than to the smiling penguin decor that swung lightly from its hang on the rear mirror.I felt the tightening in my throat thicken as I staved off a fresh bout of tears, deciding I would just have to call my mother later.The beeping noise from my car meter had me

FREDRICKThe one time I had ever been loved in my entire life, and my brother had to take it from me.I stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me so that the noise of the arguing downstairs dimmed significantly.Blind. That was what my parents were. “Fucking blind!” I roared, slamming my hand into the umbrella shell of my bedside lampshade so that it crashed against the rear wall noisily.Couldn’t they see? How trapped Darlene was with Alexander? What he was turning the curvy woman into?I had to act quickly. Faster than Usain freaking Bolt in the fucking Olympics!The thought of talking to her parents popped into my head before I shook myself, quickly discarding the idea.Mr. Bernardo was nice enough, almost too nice. Like my mother.For all he knew, his daughter- pride and joy- was happily married to the billionaire firstborn of Williams McKenzie.Mr. Bernardo wouldn’t understand the importance, the urgency we needed to remove Darlene from Alexander’s fucking marriage choke

ALEXANDERThe air in the cold interior of my luxury, matte-black wagon, was stifling. It was all I could do to stop myself from reaching out and touching her. The wavy spirals of her shoulder-length hair, the high set of her cheekbones, and her pert little nose.I missed her so fucking much, and I hated her so fucking much.The one thing I loved most in my whole life and my twin brother wanted a piece of it!It was always like that, as far back as I could remember. The little shit had always wanted everything I had- Which wasn't bloody much considering.Darlene sniffled beside me, so that I felt the slouched line of my back tense, and I risked a look her way to see that she had her head turned decidedly to the window, jutting her bottom lip in that cute way she did when she was enraged.Had I been too hard on the woman? Saints! Lord knew she deserved it.“Look, I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean to tell Dar, but you are persistent.” I whispered, the spike of adrenaline humming on the bad