All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Obsession: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

RiaShe ran into her brothers on the landing, where Piers was standing with Claude. Both of them looked so alike except that Piers was taller and leaner, his thick blonde hair longer at the back. Claude had a crew cut, close to his scalp and his shoulder muscles bulged as he stood, arguing fiercely with his elder sibling. There was a tattoo on his arm and Ria stared. This was a new one. Some sort of vicious-looking creature.As she approached, she got the gist of the heated discussion.The morning sunlight flooded the wide corridor, the large windows overlooking the lawn and the grounds beyond, clearly visible through the windows. One of the maids was busy vacuuming and glanced up to smile at Ria who gave her a quick grin as she hurried to get to her brothers. It was a sunny day and she had thought of going swimming with her sister and brothers but now, after last night and this morning, all she wanted was to make sure that her mother was well.*‘… not our brother,’ she heard Claude

RiaShe had finally managed to get her younger sister to open her bedroom door; the silly girl refused to open it till she threatened to bring Claude to break it down. When Tara flung open the door, Ria stepped back in shock. Her sister looked terrible. She must have been crying, for her eyes were swollen and her nose was red.Tara tended to be too dramatic, thought Ria privately but her mother had gently reminded her that it was part of being an artist. Ria did not think so but she did not want to disagree with her mother.“Being a teen had its ups and downs,’ mused Ria as she watched her sister flounce to the bed and throw herself down like a heroine in an old movie. There had been too much happening around her in her growing-up years for her to have the luxury of being too much of a drama queen herself. Mumma had been kidnapped, Pappa had been caught and kept prisoner by a mad woman and Mumma and Philippe had freed him with of course, help from Uncle Schwartz!She sighed as she loo

LucienHe was loathe to leave his Woman and get back to work but he had too much to do; with two new projects being launched in a week’s time and Claude’s big fight coming up, he knew he had to go to the Club. Schwartz was efficient alright but people jumped when Lucien Delano was on the premises. Handsome James was a lot more easy-going; he would be unable to wield the whip as decisively as the Boss.Now he watched as his wife entered the house, her wide hips swaying in that tantalising fashion that still made him go hard like an infatuated schoolboy. Damn, he thought, tearing his eyes off the curvaceous figure as she disappeared into the safety of the house after turning to give him a smile that promised so much and the car roared down the driveway. The Mafia Don studied his phones and was soon immersed in his work, frowning as he read the latest reports on Paval.*Claude was panting as he finished his practice in the ring under the watchful eye of his trainer, the very same man wh

Maja NordShe often wondered if she would have married Tommaso De Luca if they had been alive. She shuddered—probably not. The man had ruined her life.And how!Maja chewed her lip grimly.He had turnd out to be a low life slim ball.And then she wryly smiled as she looked at the young people sleeping haphazardly, sprawled ungainly on the seats beside her.Well, not exactly. She had two amazing kids in her life because of that rotter.Madelyn Burns, her eleven-year-old daughter, was the one who was constantly questioning all the norms around her, eager to know more, challenging, and inquisitive to a fault. She sighed as she glanced over at her son, the fifteen-year-old Magnus. Even in sleep, he had his headphones on, his perpetual petulant scowl having vanished from his face, making him look handsome, she thought sadly, her heart wrenching. The boy was lanky and slim, and like his sister, both of them had inherited their father’s coloring. Sleek black hair and the burning black eyes t

LucienHe had not wanted to stay away from his woman and had hurried home after Schwartz had agreed to stay for a couple of hours more. His friend had given Lucien a lopsided grin and an old-fashioned look as Lucien had strode out of the house, wanting only to be back with his wife, to hold her, yes, to make love to her soft, willing body…*ProserpinaI had checked on Tara. Her fever had subsided but she was sleepy. She had clung to my hand and I had sat with her, stroking her forehead for a while as she slept. But a question she asked had left me puzzled.“Where is Pappa? ‘And then, softly, almost under her breath,“I need to tell him that I am sorry…’ I kissed her soft cheeks, damp with sweat and said softly,“Sorry for what, darling?” She blinked and looked into my eyes, her own filling with tears.“For doubting him…” I opened my mouth to ask her what she meant although I was used to Tara’s theatrics.She had a flair for drama that tended to leave her family wary of her extreme em