Mafia’s Contract: Tormented III のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

"Old Americana vintage gangster stuff has a fantastical feel; it feels less dirty in a way. It feels like the opera of crime." - Shia LaBeoufJORDAN POV“You destroyed my underwear, again." Melody hissed lowly and dangerously as she slipped into a black silk robe that had a nice lace fabric on the marring her entire back. Her whole rear and ass were out on display, and I found myself thinking of rewarding the designer who came up with such an idea. Thanks to him, I could admire my wife's naked butt even though she put something to cover her body. Or maybe that was the whole idea; a litter of tease while covering most of the goodies. But the fact remained, I loved my wife's ass. Even when she had something on. I just couldn't help but want to give it a little tug. A little squeeze. "How about you don't wear any? They are a bloody obstacle if you ask me." I rasped from where I was sprawled on the bed, naked with nothing but the thin blanket covering my junk and a tiny part of my whole

“You need more than guts to be a good gangster. You need ideas.”-UNKNOWN.Jordan POV~FLASHBACK~"Star is here." The voice sounded like it came from a distance even though it was right here in the small device held close to my ear. My mouth dried up in an instant, and I glared down at a lean weight crushing on me. Melody dozed off in just a heartbeat.Uneasiness trickled to the base of my spine before landing with an overwhelming weight."Jordan?" Mom called out in a weary tone. I searched for my voice and gulped."Still here," I said shuffling to get Melody off me and set her down on the recliner without waking her up. She stirred softly before mumbling something in her sleep. My ears could only make out the words "Little Jord." and an affectionate smile touched my lips. I pulled the covers up her lean body and walked off to a good distance, then stared back at my wife who was sleeping peacefully, utterly oblivious to the horror I just heard. A shudder rolled down my spine."What the

“Didn't they tell you I was savage?” - UNKNOWNMelody POVThe morning arrived, and I woke up hating myself and everything next to me. I wanted to be up and about first thing in the morning but the whole universe was on some piss the hell out of Melody mode. Firstly, I was painfully nauseated and the first thing I did when I hopped off the bed was worship the god of porcelain and throw everything up. And when I thought I have been through it all, I had a splitting headache that made me feel like I had a tiny little heart that was about to explode in my head. My eyes were painfully puffy, bloodshot, and my throat was so fuckin' sore I could barely pass a word without flinching. To sum it all up, I was not my best self, and the thought of facing Star Bitchingar while looking like I just woke up from the trash side didn’t bode well with me. Thank fuck for my loyal people. Layla prepared me an ice bath and called the masseur who kneaded and molded my body to plumpness. I was highly pis

“The lawyer with the briefcase can steal more money than the man with the gun.” – Mario PuzoMELODY POVThe door burst open and in came Jordan with eyes snapped wide. His whole body searched for me before finding my seated form from across the room, and he visibly relaxed. Satar who was laid sprawled on the bed and chained down by Douglass screamed at his arrival, demanding his attention with all she had. Jordan barely looked at her as he crossed the room and came to stand by me, then pulled me out of my seat and kissed me. Hard. A tiny grunt came from the other side of the room as he pulled from me, then settled in the seat and pulled me onto his lap. My snuggly Baby always made sure there was physical contact.“Sorry, I’m late.” He intoned rubbing my small bump. I would be a lying ball sack if I said Star's bump didn't rub me the wrong way It fuckin' did. And as much as I hated the idea of growing THAT LARGE, I swear I wished her bump was mine in other given moments. “It’s okay. Yo

"Some say life is a game, that means love is a casino." - KEVIN GATESMELODY POVQuestions! Lots of fuckin’ questions and zero answers. And I hated it. I wanted all hands on deck, but mom and dads decided it was a good time to cruise the pacific ocean right at this moment... and I could really use some serious whiskey right now. Fuck the pregnancy. “LAYLAH…” I screamed at the top of my lungs while focussing on the screen in front of me, and instead of Laylah, some redhead came spilling into my office wide-eyed. I clutched my head before banging my fist onto the table with great indignation. Laylah was in Helsinki. “You called, Signora…” She said with a tiny bow, and I forced a smile on my face. “Can I have a cup of coffee please?” I asked, and she looked puzzled before squaring her shoulders and standing up right.“You want it with cream or plain black?” Goodness, gracious? Was this bitch new here?She froze when she read the expression on my face, so I smoothed it by smiling.