All Chapters of The Mafia's Crazy Obsession: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Solana“Did you order the fucking hit-and-run? Did you order them to kill Wyatt?”Andrew rolled his eyes, exhaling. “You're starting to be a pain in the arse. What happened to my Hell baby? My vengeful, little spitfire? Now you're this goody-two-shoes bitch, and it's grating on my nerves.”“Shut up, Andrew.”“No, you shut up.” He took her glass and finished it before slamming it down on the coffee table. “You may be over everything, and forgiven everyone, but I'm not. There's absolutely no way in hell that I'm going to let my father hand everything to my dumb excuse of a brother. No. Fucking. Way. And you two ladies better stay out of my way.”The door flew open then, and Abel came charging in like a storm, his face a mask of fury as he grabbed Andrew and slammed him against the closest wall, his forearm crushing his neck. “You piece of shit,” he spat. “How the hell did you get in here?”“Well it's simple, dumbass,” Andrew retorted shoving him back with a sly smirk on his face. “Next

Abel“You have to be patient, dear.” I smiled, loving her a little greedy, a little filthy. I had succeeded in corrupting her, and I wanted to make sure she enjoyed every second of it. “Turn around and put your knee on either side of my face.”She hesitated only for a moment before turning, and presenting me with her beautiful arse, then her lovely, gorgeous, dripping cunt just over my face. She lowered herself to her elbows, and I pulled her to me, pausing to bite my lip in ecstasy when she flickered her little wet tongue over the tip of my cock before encasing it with her lips.“Fuck, baby, that's so divine,” I gritted out, bringing her to my face and tickling her with the little stubble I kept forgetting to shave off. I dipped a thumb into her wet cunt before sliding it up to her asshole and pressing there, not penetrating, not in a hurry, only holding it there as I tickled her clit with my tongue while she went to work on my cock.I'd only been with experienced women. Experts, who

Abel“There's no need for panic. I will talk to him,” I said at last, my voice resolute. There had to be some way to get him to agree. Besides, I'd like to give him one last chance, talk to him like maybe the way I should've been talking to him all along. I was so ashamed of myself. I didn't realize how much we'd drifted apart. Maybe he'd have come to me for help seven years ago if I had been a better, more understanding brother to him.By the time Andrew arrived my place, it was eight o'clock in the morning. We'd all just finished having our breakfast, and Lana had gone up to her room, and Erin to hers with Damien when he stumbled in, reeking of liquor and causing a scene. He was propped by two men who worked for Andrew.“What's all the fuss about, brother?”His eyelids were drooping, and the bruises from the beating I'd given him earlier had coloured a dark purple. A wave of guilt coursed through me.“Summoning me to your grand estate like I have nothing better to do. Well, here's s

Abel“Andrew, give me the gun,” I said, shadowing him as he moved around the table, advancing to where Father stood, but it was like I was talking to a rock. He couldn't hear or see me. Couldn't hear or see anything but Father.“You're such a tyrant. Everything always has to go your way, and now that I'm older, I realize how stupid I've been, letting you dictate my life. I was too much of a wimp to let you know that we loved each other and she was carrying my baby. Mine, you dirty old man.”“Andrew,” I said, more firmly this time. “Hand me the damn gun. Now. Don't do something you'll regret later.”Father was unperturbed by the pistol, dragging his eyes from him to Helen for a few minutes. I couldn't practically imagine the wheels in his mind turning into place as he finally understood. But Andrew wasn't through with his ranting.“You've never loved me. Never cared. It's always about Abel. Always about Andre!”“That's not true, and you know it,” Father exhaled, too calm for a man who

SolanaWhen we arrived at the hospital, he was taken straight to the emergency unit. Andre screamed orders that they should commence surgery immediately. It was the same ward Wyatt had been into.Life truly does come full circle, doesn't it?Only this time, the doctors wouldn't even look at us. Hospital policy instructed that they only provided information about a patient to his immediate family. Helen and I weren't.“Fucking distasteful! I just want to know if he's going to live! Don't you understand?”“Ma'am,” the doctor said, exhaling calmly. “Please calm down. This is not my doing. It's just how things work over here.”“Lana,” a deep voice called behind us. I turned to see Andre striding into the waiting room, his face cleaned of blood, although his shirt was still coated in deep crimson. He placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed gently. I relaxed.“They've begun operating. There's no news if he'll make it or not for the moment.” He turned to the doctor. “Please add Lana Willia