All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Obsession: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

LucienHe charged down the corridor, dispensing bullets like they were toffee, his face dark with anxiety. He only wanted to get to the woman he loved. Suddenly a man jumped into their path, firing straight at them.Lucien felt as though he had been punched in the chest by a massive hand and he crumpled , grunting. Immediately, he felt hands jerking him to his feet and dragging him into a room.Aiyana, the sweat running down her remarkably composed face, spun around and leapt into the corridor, returning the fire. The man went down in a heap.*Danielle was peering at Lucien as Beston scrabbled to pull off his jacket and vest. There was a terrible ache in the area of his chest but he realised that he had been saved because of the bulletproof vest he was wearing.He tried to wave away the people who were with him.‘Let’s go on,’ he barked and pushed himself upright, where he stood, swaying shakily, and intent on getting Proserpina to safety.As he stepped out, his gun in his hands, Be

Lucien He rushed forward, scooping up his wife into his arms even as she collapsed in a heap.The dead man fell down beside her, his heavy outstretched arm across her neck but Proserpina was too far gone to care.His gun clattered harmlessly to the floor beside them and Danielle darted forward and grabbed it.Lucien knelt beside her, cradling her in his powerful arms.Her long brown hair was matted and dirty as it hung around her. There was blood on her face, her left eyelid was swollen and a purple bruise was forming on her cheek. The soft lips he worshipped were swollen, the lower lip cut, a deep slash of blood on it. She was still the most beautiful, the most precious thing he had ever had, he realised, his heart aching as he traced her features with his eyes. Her eyelids fluttered for a minute, the cracked, dry lips trying to smile as she breathed,“Gaston…My love… I knew …”He looked into her eyes and then turned away, too choked to say anything. She squeezed his hand gently.

Lucien The ambulance aircraft touched down at a hospital in the city in a few hours’ time. Proserpina had slipped into a state of unconsciousness and he could see that the two nursing assistants were becoming increasingly agitated.He had already arranged for a group of his men to join him at the hospital and when they touched down, a large group of his trusted men was waiting there. A local arms dealer, who was also an important man in the government, was waiting for him too. Chico Martinez was a tall and elegant man, his thinning black hair neatly gelled and his clothes as dapper as ever. He was also a thorough gentleman if one could use the term for a gangster with morals.*“Your wife?” he said, coming forward, noting the grim-faced look on Lucien Delano’s face.“Is she alright?”He watched along with Lucien as the unconscious little woman was wheeled away immediately by a set of frantic attendants. Lucien made to follow her but Chico laid a restraining hand on his arm.“They a

ProserpinaI felt the white light around me fade away gradually.A sense of being in unexplored lands overcame me. I saw myself turning away, facing a land that lay in front of me, familiar and new, all at once.And then I was opening my eyes slowly.My heart swelled with trepidation and a deep unrest, a disquiet. And with it, a longing. A desire to return.Return where? asked my rational brain, kicking in at once.I opened my eyes slowly.*Cautiously.*My first thought was,” Where was I?”The room was unfamiliar. White walls, cool air…I squinted and winced. My body, especially my stomach, felt as though I had been under a road roller. The thoughts began to swirl in my head.What was I doing, lolling about in bed?I needed to fix breakfast; where was Claude…?And the twins? What about them? Was Lucien back home from wherever he had gone?Urgently, galvanised into action, I tried to swing my legs over the bed, but my body was too heavy.My legs refused to cooperate.And a large, d

LucienHe stared, transfixed as his wife gently opened her robe, her eyes lovingly fixed on the little mite’s face. As she brought her large teat to the little one’s mouth, there was a change in him. He all but whimpered as he took her nipple in his mouth and began to suck greedily.Proserpina laughed; a breathless sound that caught in her throat and she looked across at him. The tender expression on his usually harsh face caught her unawares and she smiled, her dimples appearing. Even with her yellowing, fading bruise and her cut lip and haggard look after her dreadful experience, in Lucien’s eyes, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.He knew that he wanted to hold her in his arms and keep her beside him forever. *Lucien had been plagued by thoughts of uneasiness. of guilt, as he sat, those long hours, beside her bed, holding her hand, talking to her, while she was unconscious.Seeing her like that, her body attached to tubes, he had been inundated with guilt. Initiall