All Chapters of Stuck Between The Mafia Lord And His Twin: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

DARLENEMy heart had not stopped pounding in my chest since the scene in Alexander’s parent's room. I watched William McKenzie pace the cool tiles of the living area, his rubber uggs slapping loudly on the floor as he paced from end to end, the bright wash of fluorescent light making his shock of blonde-dark hair appear ghastly.“What the hell is taking the boy so long?” Alexander’s father whispered and I felt Alexander squeeze my hand tightly, turning to see the clenched line of his jaw working silently.I pricked his fingers with my pinkie, my heart thudding oddly in my chest when his almond-shaped green eyes swept down to me, the rage in his expression clouding over when he caught the pinched look on my face so that his other hand came around to wind through my hair, pressing my face into his hard shoulder before I felt his lips press into my hair and my heart warmed over.“Should we tell them?” I whispered, knowing that his parents must have noticed the blood-soaked shirt I had bee

FREDERICKThe Ghost was dead. It was the only thing I could think of as I staggered along on the dirt path beside the highway, hooking out my thumb as yet another wash of yellow headlights blinded me and sped past, blowing dust in my eyes.“Bloody hell,” I groaned, struggling not to breathe too deeply as my lungs burned from the pain that had not stopped tearing at my sides and back.I fisted the phone I had fished from the gray-eyed man’s shirt pockets firmly in my hand, the memory of the pike thrust firmly through his open mouth and shooting out the back of his head and chest as his bloodied eyes stared on sightless burned into my scalp.“You’d done what any man in your position would do Frederick,” I whispered to myself, patting my matted hair and chest as I limped on, feeling like I had just stepped on a landmine and walked away without a scratch.I hadn't realized it then, when I first left the scene of the accident and found myself at the penthouse, how awfully inconvenient it wa

DARLENEI shivered when I placed my back carefully against the polished brick tile of the cell, keeping my eye carefully on the crazed-looking woman that had been muttering to herself on the other side of the room.I hiccuped, wiping at the tears that streamed down my face that had dwindled to whimpers as I wrapped my hands around myself, trying to still the quiver that wobbled my bottom lip.“Rise and shine pussy cat!” Detective Bowler cried loudly, startling me enough that I jolted, whipping my head to the hallway outside the wrought-iron bars just in time to catch his baton knocking against the steel and setting my teeth on edge.I hadn't slept a wink the other night, the memory of the bloody scene in the penthouse attic bathroom plaguing my dreams enough that I woke up screaming multiple times, tossing and turning on the uncomfortable prison bunk, encased in my own sweat.“You bastard, let me out of here! My husband would never let you get away with this!” I growled, scrambling to

DARLENE“I’m afraid you can't leave the station, Ma’am, we are under strict instructions to keep all suspects on lockdown,” Detective Bowler boomed, tipping his dirty brown fedora at us and winking at me when I raked my gaze up to his clear downturned eyes.I had watched disbelievingly when Prince Charles fished the bunch of keys I’d seen the detective fingering on his belt hoop from behind him, a wave of heat rolling up my neck and cheeks as I wiped the tears from my face, straining to my feet and leaping into his arms as sobs wracked my frame.“You came! I can't believe you came!” I gasped, laughing through my tears and feeling the man’s hand hesitate behind me before patting me lightly on the back, almost as though he wasn't used to physical contact.“Alexander’s out front,” Prince Charles coughed and I sputtered away from him to give him a wide-eyed stare, feeling my heart hammer in my ribs when I saw the way his deep purple eyes stared at me intensely and I wrapped a hand around m

FREDERICKThe cold bite of the night air chipped at my face as I got out of the station so I was positive the tip of my nose had gotten red.“Bloody hell,” I growled under my breath when the sky cracked with lightning suddenly and lashed at me with cold rain so that I hung my hands over my head and sprinted to the black vintage Volkswagen I had gotten myself, clapping the drops away and turning the AC up to heat.Detective Bowler had not been able to pleased that our plan completely flopped, cursing up a storm and barking at me like some goddamned fire-breathing dragon.My hands shook on the steering wheel as I watched the rain blur my view of the granite street and sidewalk, the calming sound of the pit-patter clashing on the roof doing more to unsettle me than anything.“I'm not sure about this anymore Stefan...I can't put myself out there like this,” I spurted, holding my breath as a silence so loud it was deafening filled the other end.“Like what?” The umbrella man barked and I jo