All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Obsession: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

ProserpinaI sat in the seat, stiff and tense. Was I doing the right thing? I asked myself over and over again. The thought of my family, my children who I had left behind, Ria clutching my jacket, trying not to cry as was Piers. The twins had tried to put up a brave front before me but I knew they were worried.After all that they had heard and seen, everything they had been through at such a young age, my heart went out to them. They had undergone so much…And yet, I thought with more than a little sorrow tinged with pride, and yet, they continued to put up a brave front.*I thought back to something that a monk had mentioned in a discourse at Bhutan once, long, long ago.‘Steel is created by placing iron in the fire and making it white-hot,’ the old man had said, smiling gently at his rapt audience.‘So also, ‘he had gone on, his small, frail figure swathed in the crimson robes, small eyes twinkling in mischief, “we humans have to go through unspeakable pain before we become stron

LucienWhen he came awake next, he waited for his eyes to get accustomed to the gloom.Where was his woman? He thought with a frown, missing the clean, fresh smell of her body, her warmth, her soft body curled against him, ready for him…With a start, he comprehended that he was in a totally unfamiliar place.He was in a room; a small room and it was the smell that hit him. Unwashed clothing and human bodies. He scowled. Where in the f*ck was he?*Gradually the memories resurfaced.The last thing he remembered was the snow. Slowly, as he lay there, he began to remember snippets of what had happened. His quest to find Dmitri Rudenko. Leaving his woman and children behind as he headed for this remote little town in Slovakia.His lips twisted in a grimace. When he thought of his wife, he longed to hold her soft, pliant body in his arms, to crush those sweet lips and take what she offered him, so sweetly.*But it had not been as easy as he had imagined it would be. The wily Dmitri R

ProserpinaI was finally able to get Siek Toth to help me, a decision he seemed to take reluctantly. One part of my mind registered the fact that Phillippe seemed to have taken a dislike to the man. But I was too excited to find out why.After the man had left with his retinue, I turned to Phillippe eagerly.‘Let us go and visit Schwartz first and then we can begin. Oh, Phillippe, I am so relieved, ‘I cried.The boy looked at me and said nothing.“What is it, Phillippe?” I asked, puzzled.“That man. Toth. He is not to be trusted, “ replied my young companion shortly. I stared at him. Then I said gently,“Sometimes we make do with the help we get, son. We can not always afford to choose.”He said nothing, just held my hand tightly for a while and then said softly,“Madre, you are so innocent.” I looked at him in astonishment.Every now and then, the youth surprised me with his astuteness. This was one such occasion.I rose to my feet. Draping my Brunello Cucinelli double-breasted alpac

LucienThat evening, when the woman, Ivica, trundled in, she had a couple of dead rabbits in her hand. She smiled craftily as she saw him watching her.“Yes, my husband,' she said in what was supposed to be a seductive purr but came out more like a menacing growl,' Yes, I will make a delicious repast for you.'Chuckling, she moved to the far interiors of the room. Lucien had figured out by now that the room was not as small as he had first thought it to be. it was large. The darkness made it appear to be small. But in the back, there was a kitchen. She forced the old man to his feet, and made him start the fire, and soon, the smell of cooking filled the air. But with a pang, Lucien thought of his wife, her pristine kitchen, the methodical way she went about her cooking and the amazingly delicious spread she whipped out, made him feel anger and a deep sadness engulf him. The woman appeared before him, a plate of rabbit stew in her hands and thick slices of bread that were old and stale

LucienHe swung the axe up in the air with his powerful arms. He had discovered where the gun was. It was kept hidden in the woman’s bed, beside her pillow, and stored under a pile of smelly blankets. He swung the axe again and brought it down on the logs, splitting them with the force of his powerful blow.A Nosler M48 TGR 2010A, he reflected absently as he paused to wipe the sweat from his face and arms. As always, he had discarded the jacket, and he was bare-chested as he worked. One of the best hunting rifles, one that he had also examined a long time ago when he had been doing business with a Texan dealer.It was a large hunting rifle that she kept clean and ready. He had seen it the day she had killed a rabbit with it. An act of mindless cruelty, he thought as he watched the old man pick up the limp body of the dead animal. But he had seen where she kept it and had later asked the old man Gustav about it when the crone had set off on one of her sojourns into the forest.Gusta