All Chapters of The Mafia's Crazy Obsession: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

SolanaI spent an hour lounging on my back in the living room, before going into the kitchen to heat up the leftover lasagna Helen and Frank had for breakfast. After I'd eaten it, I'd gone up to my old bedroom to sleep, the sinking feeling of hurt and jealousy still curled tight in my stomach. I couldn't wave it off, and it was a miracle when I managed to catch a few hours of sleep. When I woke up later to the heavy sound of terse raindrops beating down the roof, it had subsided a bit. There were voices down in the kitchen arguing and yelling. I sat up, puzzled, wondering who was driving my sister nuts. I glanced at my phone on the nightstand — the time read that it was a little after one o'clock in the morning. The display column on the lock screen showed fourteen missed calls, all from — surprise, surprise — Abel fucking Stravkos.I guess he'd fucked Erin a little too early and had decided to come home only to find me missing. Heartless bastard.I unlocked the phone, and without ev

AbelLana lay in my bed, her hair concealing half of her face, the cuts and bruises on her arms, knees and feet bandaged and taken care of. Cozy in my arms, beneath the sheets. She'd stirred up early, but now lay quietly. “Erin is my sister, Abigail's best friend. She's been a close family friend ever since my sister passed.” She had her back to me, so I couldn't see her face. I stroked her upper arm and shoulder gently. “Abigail left her in charge of her little son, Damien. Erin works as a cashier in a big supermarket downtown, but Damien's daycare is closer to her house. When she got there to pick him up yesterday, he was gone. The daycare matron had fucked up, releasing Damien to someone who claimed to be his father.”For a brief moment, Lana didn't move. I thought she'd fallen asleep, and wanted to shake her shoulders when she turned her head to look at me, and shifted herself so she could lie on her back and stare up at the ceiling. I kept my arm over her waist, my hand closed p

SolanaIt was a little past eight when I eventually stirred awake, almost falling face flat from the bed. Luckily, I caught myself up right on time, sucking in a deep breath, my throat parched and painful. Glancing around, from the gold wall clock to the black sheets, I remembered where I was, the events of the previous nights slowly coming back to me. I lay in Abel's bed, his masculine scent still permeating the pillows, sheets and thicker in the air. He'd probably left a few minutes before I woke up. I crawled on my knees to the left side of the bed, my attention drawn to the folded paper on the bedside table, beneath the flourescent lamp.Perhaps something urgent came up. Unfolding it carefully, I glanced through:Good morning, Gorgeous.I hate having to leave you so suddenly, but I need to take care of some important business. I'll be back before noon, I promise. Since I couldn't get a good phone so early, I took Nico's, and I've programmed the number into yours in case you need a

Solana“This is becoming a recurrent event, don't you think?”“What? You always carrying me into the house?”He nodded and grinned, navigating his way carefully through the dense forest paths so as not to hit branches with my hurting ankle. With my arms around his neck, and my face buried in his chest, I felt so much at peace.“Can I ask you a question, Lana?”I raised my eyes, meeting his eyes, reading them. He gave nothing away. “Sure...”“Andrew was at Helen's yesterday, wasn't he? How did I not see him when I came to get you.”I bit my lips, looking away. Fuck. How did he find out? Who could have told him?“It was dark in there, but I'm pretty sure I would've seen him regardless. I mean, he could've been hiding behind the door. If there's one thing Andrew flops at, it's being subtle.”“I wasn't even sure it was really him. I'd woken up from sleep, and overheard them arguing from upstairs, but I never saw his face clearly.”“So I'm right, then? He was there.”“You mean you didn't k

AbelAs Lauren escorted Doctor Pete outside, I plopped back down beside Lana, careful not to hit her sprained ankle. “I'm sorry I took so long in there. Feel better?”“Go away, Abel,” she snapped, turning her face the other way. “Not right now. I don't want to talk to you.”“Is this about what I said earlier, Lana? I didn't mean to offend you with my question. You know the last thing I could ever want is to see you unhappy.”“But you did, Abel. You did offend me. That's the problem. Ever heard of the saying, 'the road to hell is paved with good intentions?’”I mulled over the saying for a few minutes, then exhaled and asked. “Why don't we sit outside on the grass and talk for a while?”“No. I don't want to talk. I told you — ”Ignoring her, I lifted her up into my arms and carried her outside, amidst protests. She raised her fist to pound it against my chest, but thought better of it. “You're insufferable.”“And you're beautiful.”She blushed furiously, attempting to hide it with her