All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Obsession: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Proserpina“Don't mind her. Our Ivica is a strange one.” murmured the cashier looking vaguely annoyed as she began to return the old woman’s purchases to the counter.”Where does she live?” asked Aiyana, curiously.“Oh, by the river, far into the woods.” the woman sighed in exasperation and went on. “She lives alone with her father-in-law, a crazy old man. Not that she’s any less eccentric.”And she continued, oblivious to our heightened interest as she chattered away,“Doesn’t come down very often does our Ivica. But lately, she has been buying a lot of food. Too much for two people, I would say.”She smiled and turned.“Now, how can I help you?”*Phillippe had darted out of the shop and had bounded after the bus. But it had already trundled off. The two teenage girls who had been making eyes at him in the store stood around, leaning on their bicycles, giggling and gossiping. Without waiting to think, he darted across to them and said,“Please, can I have your bike?” he cried brea

ProserpinaThe man who had given us the directions was bundled into the car by Toth’s man, and we set off at a swift pace. I sat, clutching my hands, wringing them together.Please, God, I prayed fervently, Please, let Lucien be safe.For in my mind, I had no doubt whatsoever.the old woman had Lucien in her clutches. The way she had looked at me, venom in her eyes when she heard my name, the vehemence of her reaction on overhearing the reason behind our asking questions; yes, I knew with all my heart that she had to be the one who had kept Lucien with herself for some reason in her crabbed, demented soul.I was going to beg, to plead, to do anything and everything in my power to bring my lover out of this horrible situation alive.Schwartz glanced at her.His love for her remained as steadfast as ever, as his eyes gently caressed her taut white features. The plump mouth appeared to be pink from her having bitten her lips and he longed to kiss her softly. In his heart, he knew he woul

SchwartzHe crouched low in the undergrowth and trained his gun on the hill, the rise where the vehicle would appear. All about him, the massive trees stretched their bare arms to the sky in supplication. The harsh winter wind whipped through the dry leaves, causing them to shower onto the ground. The eerie sound of the wind as it wailed added to the desolate feeling. A land of emptiness despite being so rich, he thought as he waited. The stories these trees could tell, he thought as he glanced around quickly, the tales of wanderers going hiking, never to be found again. James Schwartz had positioned himself in such a way that he could see the slope from where the car would emerge. Having donned his camouflage jacket, he blended well with the dull brown of the world around him. Having been a sure shot snipe in the US Army for many years, he was already calm and watchful, alert as ever, his mind clear as he focused on sounds and movement. He shut an eye and peered through the scope. H

They left the scene of the crime quickly. Old Gustav had collapsed, dead with the force of the blow. Though Phillipe had hit him with the blunt end of the axe, the old man had died instantaneously.Proserpina hugged Philippe and wondered silently why he seemed to feel no remorse for having killed a man. But the youth seemed frozen and exhausted. Would he become like Lucien, she thought, holding him in her arms, pitiless when it came to his enemies and anyone who threatened his loved ones? For she had watched in horror as, with his hands bound, her lover had tackled the woman holding the gun and brought her to the ground.Siek Toth had reached the spot, by now and had taken stock of the attack. Enfolding Lucien in a hug before barking orders to his men, he insisted that they leave at once. Lucien needed medical help. His wound was bleeding again, staining the rough cloth around his chest a deep crimson. As they raced away from the place, Proserpina glanced back. The menacing dark silho

Schwartz smiled fondly as Proserpina practically flew out of the car to scoop her children in her arms even before the car had slid to a halt. Claude fell on her as did Piers and Ria. As for the little ones, who seemed to have grown bigger in a month’s time, they immediately commenced their wailing on sensing the presence of their mother, close at hand.Lucien stepped out slowly. His chest still hurt and his knuckles were battered. The sight of his large family made his heart swell with pride and some other feeling he was still getting used to; the feeling of love, of belonging.But then, Ria ran to him and throwing her arms around her father, she sobbed as he hugged her tightly and cried,“ Pappa, O Pappa!!! You are safe!!!’Philippe slid out of the car shyly and stood, his hands awkwardly hanging by his sides, unsure what he was supposed to do in the midst of a family reunion.Impetuous as ever, Ria turned to him and flew to him. She caught his hands and leaned up to plant a kiss on