All Chapters of Loved by the Mafia: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Pinning down the results I just got from Doctor Fabian on my crazy wall. I run through different cards pinned on the road map of my plan. Double checking, when my phone rings, I walk up to the kitchen to pick it up. “How did you find out?” My mom’s voice shouts on the other side with frustration creeping into the voice. Ugh. Back at it again. I have learned firsthand the hard way about bad parenting from her. Observing all the mothers I know closely. I wonder why I was so unlucky. She is a nightmare. I haven’t seen or heard of a mother like her. Whenever I get a phone call from her. I am guaranteed that anything she has to say to me means harm than good.Making sure she is the first one to hurt me more first. Before, the rest of the world joined in with her to slap me in the face. All her phone calls remind me and are continuations of the torture from that day five years ago. She was the first to call me with the same frustrated voice. Revealing to me with no concern for me

Some people call me a virgin, especially my doctor, but I partially think I am not.Because I have had marvelous sex accompanied by a lot of orgasms by myself for as long as I have been active. At my age, being a virgin is not a weird situation for a nerd like me. crazy bitch. My mind is shouting as I continue with my plan to have sex with a random guy. Not only the books, and porn but also pap smear taught me. I need to have at least physical or mental attraction with the guy for anything passing in the lady parts to work its way up easily. My body and mind must be at peace when all this goes down. Which makes my plan increasingly complicated. The way he communicates and makes me feel is important. To make an experience, I won’t regret as I walk through my path of motherhood. The sound of the notification on my first match on my laptop bar brings my complete attention to the task at hand. Five minutes in and someone is interested. THIS IS A MIRACLE. My heart is pumping high

From my stomach blubbering to the afternoon sun unseen clearly through my bedroom window outside. Which I hadn’t noticed has lost its intensity. The day is ending with me at my happiest point. I have been so absorbed with the plan that I forgot to make lunch or order some. I got all ten matches, two of which already eliminated themselves and eight who stood up to the next round. The printer notification sound is on…This can't be. I jump off the bed to the printer and pick the paper up from the printer. It's Luciano’s report from Cannibals.I can’t believe this. This could not be a coincidence, could it? Today is Christmas for me midst of summer, it has come to me early. A notification from Luciano is open in my tab and I run to see what he posted in our chat box. I can't believe my eyes at the report. I just saw the report I had just printed a few minutes ago. It scares me and excites me that there is someone out there as stupid as I am who will go to this extent just for raw

On the elevator buttons, the indicator shows, Restaurant floor no 13 Bar and club floor no 13 Number thirteen is my lucky number today. I have a few hours before meeting Don Mauro.This will be my teaser, my number one spot to see how I will spend what I have paid for before walking to Don Mauro. I press the thirteen button, and the elevator closes down and moves. When it reaches the thirteenth floor. I jump out of the elevator straight to the bar. I don't waste time as I ask the bartender for a drink. “Can I have a bottle of the most expensive wine you have got?” The Bartender walks back to the shelf. But before I take a seat. My jam is on. Sean Paul’s new reggae dancehall. The beat coming from the club is extraordinary, mesmerizing, and making a calling for me. I forget all about my request to the bartender. And The next thing I know, I am trotting like a teenager into the club. The club is heaven, an exquisite dancefloor. Side crowd tables. Lights, people enjoying their

Not only my heart but the heart of the dark gazed man in my embrace is racing on the dancefloor as the chemistry in all our moves becomes increasingly intense My eyes are open, and my mouth closed, but our hearts speak to each other loudly. I can hear this man’s thoughts. Or is it my thoughts that I want to be his? Every touch, every move. Is a hidden message. It is as if he is asking me in my head if he can touch me and I reply, okay in my head. Then it happens he touches me. I magically understand without a prior knowledge of the communication. Fuck… stop overthinking it, Keirah. Enjoy the two-hour ride. You will never have this. I take him up for all his advances and allow my body to feel his caresses around me through our moves. The secret message of wanting each other for sex so badly is the new name of our moves as one. Someone should have told me there was unfiltered raw communication, which spoke magnitude from dancing partners without a single word spoken. This is good