All Chapters of MAFIA’s COLLATERAL’S GIRL: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Alfredo had always been the nice guy since he got with me not to anyone else.I wish we could just have peace and keep having a moment like this but the chaos in the life of the Alvrado’s are just too much.It would have been better if my dad hasn’t add so much to my current problem.Why can’t I just be mad at this man, I find it hard to be mad at him for using me to get something from my dad.I look down to myself and My hands trace over my belly. He turns and flashes the knee-melting smile that leaves a silly grin on my face. When his attention returns to the stove, I stare at his slim hips and solid, shapely ass in his jeans. The thrill leaps back into my heart, snakes its way down my belly, and flutters teasingly between my legs.A little romance is all it takes to make me doubt myself again. I wish all the chaos would just end.We eat in silence in the living room near a large window that overlooks the estate. The food is delicious, and my stomach doesn’t object. As I take the la

Alfredo stops the car in a clearing near the wall that encircles the property. I didn’t realize we had driven up an incline, and when we get out of the car, the house is visible below us in the distance. A dirt trail disappears in a sea of dense foliage, waving gently in the breeze. Maybe the trail leads to the house, and I think about Eva and her secret lover.As for myself, I realize that escaping the mansion would’ve been impossible. Instead, I wonder how long I will remain after everything is done. I don’t dare mention the hidden money, not that I understand it completely.Alfredo stares at the same view; his dark hair shines more brown than black under sunlight. He stands tall, his hands on his hips and his shirt buttons undone, giving me a tantalizing peek at his chest. I don’t know why all of a sudden, I feel shy to look at him. We’ve been through a lot; I’m carrying his baby, yet I feel more timid than ever at how attractive he is. I sneak peeks as if it would be shameful to b

Sonya flips her hair over her shoulder and asks, “Is it true you killed a man for your wife?”“Who told you this?” I ask angrily.“Charlene is as much Alvrado as I am,.” She ignores my question. “Neither one of us possesses that mentality.”“What mentality?”“That of a cold-blooded killer.” Sonya lowers her tone. “And if you keep acting like this, you will turn her into something you don’t want, like your ex Sara.”I scoff. “Charlene could never be like Sara.”But as I say it, I recall Charlene expression when she opened the box. I had expected Charlene to recoil from the contents, and for a moment, I thought she would. But something shifted, and she acted like a the Alvrado’s wife would be expected to act. She was pleased with a trophy that was worth more to her than diamonds.She acted just like Sara would.“She’s been having nightmares since that day,” I reply.“Are you surprised?” She asks back. “You gave her a box with a man’s severed finger.”I don’t respond because she’s not wr

“Sonya might be right,” I reply. “You don’t have to clutch everyone and everything in an iron fist. Sean is a sensible choice.”“Sean,” he mutters, but says nothing more.I’m his true wife, despite what Alfredo brother think of me, I might believe. Not the little girls who keep pulling the Alvrado’s into troubles. No longer struggling or learning from my mistakes along the way. I’ve earned my place beside Alfredo. No one could find fault with me. I feel a sense of victory for all my hard work, like I’ve been awarded a prize simply for holding on.“You look pleased with yourself,” he says, smiling, “as if you know all the answers to every question.”I lean into him, resting my chin on his strong shoulder. “Maybe I do.”Alfredo looks toward the window, and something has caught his attention. He chuckles as he watches his mom and her men hurrying under the rain with his men helping with bringing her things in.“ I should go and greet her but he stare at me for a while.“ Are you sure, yo

You are beautiful,” I whisper as the heat grows between us. “I want you always.”“Thank you, Alfredo.” She giggles as if embarrassed, but the look of appreciation on her face tells me what she’s too flustered to say. Despite everything that has happened and will happen, Charlene is worth it.***The ballroom is packed full of people and furnishings; mid-modern furniture made of pale wood and decorations in bold colors fill the gaps between the lively guests. A pleasant smell of newly cut grass drifts in from open French doors as the sun sets in the sky. The room is noisy with upbeat voices and the laughter of adults and children. The chairs are littered with gift bags and tissue paper as a fast-growing pile of baby gifts—from stuffed animals to rattles, onesies, and booties—towers on a nearby table.It’s Paige baby shower and guest are in arrival, I wish we could invite people from her side but she has no one except her newly found sister and her dad who is ill. My sister and mom invi