All Chapters of THE MAFIA KING'S OBSESSION: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Molly:Farrell’s voice and what appeared to be a woman’s voice jolted me awake. I stood by the door, listening intently. It was a woman, but it was not Cassie. He had told her off that day, and it would not make sense if she were here. Most of the time, what he did made no sense.This voice sounded softer, happier, and more alive.I waited until they had gone a little further. Then I quietly pushed open the door and followed them, walking gently with my back to the wall and hiding behind the pillars in the hallway.The lady’s hands were cuffed to Farrell’s elbows, and she took every opportunity to graze her body with his. For a while, I tried not to jump to conclusions. When they reached the end of the hallway, I expected them to turn right and descend the stairs, but they turned left. Farrell had warned me not to go down the hallway.I was not supposed to go there, but he had a lady jump up and down around him as they walked to the room.Was I doing something wrong? I questioned mysel

Molly:Last night was the worst combination ever. How could he jerk off right after we had sex? Was I not satisfactory enough? At least he moaned my name.I awoke feeling as if bricks had been thrown at me, only to open my eyes to find Farrell laying on me. He appeared to be sleeping peacefully. Looking down at him, I ran my hands over his perfectly toned back. As I ran my hands across his back, he adjusted, and his grip on my arms tightened slightly.I wished he would trust me.I wanted him to, but he was not ready. I didn’t know what his fears were, and he would never admit it. Underneath the “I am a mafia boss” persona was a soft man who wanted to be loved. I’ve been growing tired of his games lately. Maybe it was the sex, I could not tell, but I wanted more of him. I needed to be let into his enormous space; I thought to myself, unconsciously drawing a square with my index finger.He stood up right away, and I took a deep breath. That is when I realized I had not been breathing pr

Molly:The rest of the days were spent in silence by Farrell and me. He did not bother talking to me; he just let me be, and boy am I relieved. I ate in my room, and he ate in the dining room or wherever.He gave me permission to go for a morning walk today through Rose. We were on our way back now. Farrell’s car was pulling out as soon as we turned onto our street.He rolled down the window and gave me a blank stare.“Get ready; I will be right back. We are leaving for London today,” he said, winding up the window.After that, his car drove away, and I stood there watching his entourage until it vanished. Killing this man should be on my list because who did he think he was to treat me like garbage?***********I got dressed about an hour later. I dressed in baggy jeans, a mesh top, and a hoodie. While I waited for Farrell, Rose assisted me in packing my belongings. He arrived a few minutes after I had finished getting dressed.“We have to leave right now!” He said it with every inch

Molly:I noticed Courtney accompanying Farrell to the stage. My face hardened immediately, and I scrunched it up with my hands, which I squeezed into a fist. Before walking down to the front of the stage, she gave Farrell a quick hug.That was supposed to be me. I swear she gave me a brief glance and pretended I was not there. What was it with all these women?“Attention, everyone,” Farrell said, tapping the microphone.I could not hear a thing Farrell was saying because my blood was boiling and I was green with envy.My mind was only on the fact that this woman stood in front of him flirting with him, and he seemed to enjoy it because his gaze was fixed on her. He did not even bother looking around the hall to see if I was there.My heart hurt so much, but there was nothing I could do. When I could not stand it any longer, I turned around and walked over to the table with drinks and snacks. I opened one bottle.“Hey,” Paula said to me as I reached for a glass.When I turned around, th

Molly:I awoke with a throbbing headache and a body that felt as heavy as a rock. I was supposed to be hurt and broken all over, but my head only ached.When I opened my eyes, I realized I was in the room I shared with Farrell at their London home. My body was fine, and there were no bruises of any kind on it. I was fine and kicking.Despite my headache, I dragged myself out of bed and walked out of the room. The more I strode down the long hallway, the more I heard voices. They appeared to be having a heated argument.“Do you realize what you have fucking done, Carlo?” A man yelled at the top of his lungs.“This means war. This fucking means war!” He kept saying.My heart thumped in tandem with my headache, but I was still curious to know what was wrong. Their voices became more audible after I exited the hallway and descended the stairs.“If it means destroying the world to keep my wife safe, I will do it!” My stomach tightened when I heard Farrell yell in his husky tone. They were t