All Chapters of Stuck Between The Mafia Lord And His Twin: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

DARLENEI watched the stately black limousine of Mr. Mckenzie’s car as it inched in slowly into the manor’s expansive gravel lot through the blue-tinted glass of our bedroom window, before my husband cursed loudly.I jerked away from the scene with my heart pounding hotly in my chest, letting the curtains fall and turning to face Alexander as he paced the length of the room, his muscles flexing under the rolled-up shirt sleeves.”Laura Diego cannot stay in this house.” I deadpanned, drawing a ragged breath when the sound of a door slapping shut made my husband slam to a stop, striding over to me and leaning easily around me to peer out the window.I tried not to move, feeling the heat of his hard chest press possessively over the soft mounds of my breast as he loomed over me, filling the space so that I could only breathe into his neck. He was so big...so, him, it was all I could do not to lace my hands around his back and demand that he take me there and then. Erase the memory of th

FREDERICK MCKENZIEI watched the woman settle her round backside on the gold sofa of my bedroom, resting her hand on the pinpoint of her crossed knees.It felt weird, the way the woman seemed to dig her claws into my personal space when I had convinced myself I didn't have any up until now.Laura McKenzie was not an ordinary woman, it was getting clearer day by day. But Darlene was far from ordinary either. “What do you want Laura? We both know you aren't pregnant. There’s no way for you to be.” I gritted, staring at the woman dead in her blue eyes and watching her roll her eyes.“If I had a dime for every fucking time someone in this damned manor has asked me that, I’d be rich as fuck Ricky,” Laura chortled, letting out a self-righteous huff before I let one corner of my mouth crawl up into a bitter smile.“It's Frederick to you, Diego, you might think you've got some sort of fucking trump card up your sleeve lassie, but lemme tell you something you don't know,” I rasped, stooping u

ALEXANDERI rapped my fingers against the steering wheel, gauging the distance between the nose of the matte black BMW and the chain-link iron fence that separated my father’s safe house from the pavement where I had idled the car as silver spigots of rain beat down angrily on the glass.“What the fuck is taking so long?” I growled, feeling my lips curl with disdain as I snapped open the door, gritting my teeth at the sudden wash of ice-cold rain that slapped at my thighs and locking the door behind me, scurrying to the fence and rattling the lock angrily before it gave way, allowing me to run head first into the foyer, until the grand arch of the entryway cut me off from the heavenly blessings.I was panting when I rapped my knuckles hard against the thick bronze metal of the front door, jerking back in surprise when the door gave way under my hand to reveal Prince Charles’ roguish face.“My, don't you look a fright!” The purple-eyed man drawled, the pink bow of his lips curling into

ALEXANDERThe air in my father’s secret penthouse was thick as tension danced in the space between the purple-eyed man and me, before I pushed the boulders of his shoulders slightly back, exhaling imperceptibly.“You wish you could. We left the ring ages ago, and I covered all our tracks, you won't find dog shit even if you brought in the federal bureau,” I answered blithely, seething when the ring chief cracked an unnaturally wide smile, shaking his head and pushing away from me to stalk the length of the room.“Oh I know very well how good you clean up Alexander, it's why you were the ring executioner after all,” He drawled, running white ringed fingers through his beard as his purple eyes slid to me, amusement making his almond-shaped eyes appear hooded.I felt my body tense, my heart hammering against my ribs as the droning sound in my head became louder and louder when I realized Prince Charles was about to tell me something I wouldn't like. Something that was certain to make the

DARLENEI ran the brush over the dried husk of the tears that had been streaming down my face once more, trying to straighten the hunch that had grown in my spine in the time it had taken me to wash up and beat the makeup brush over my face.“Saints, give me strength,” I sighed, ignoring the pain that had begun to throb in my eyeballs. This was the night I was going to tell Frederick everything about Laura, the way she had stalked me in that forest, her house in the killer shack that the detectives were almost certain had been used in killing almost a hundred people.Detective Bowler had come just before dawn, with haggard pea-black eyes and the leathery skin of his cheek drawn in sad lines.”Mrs. Alex McKenzie, may I come in? I have a few follow-up questions you must answer,” He jeered, crowding into the doorway when I hesitated and sweeping past me with the hard-eyed officer who had followed him in tow.The detective did not lie when he told us stories of bodies that had been decapi