All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Obsession: Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

ProserpinaI watched Lucien Delano as he emerged from the shower, his hair still damp, wrapped in a deep grey bathrobe. It was one that I had selected for him. I sighed and settled myself more comfortably on the bed, waiting for him to join me. I needed to talk to Lucien about the way he treated Claude. It was beginning to affect my son and I had no desire to see any of my children become estranged.A small feeling of relief swept through me; at least, Paddy had been found, alive! That had been my greatest fear, that he would not be alive when he was discovered. But whoever had tried to kill him, or temporarily incapacitate him at the very least, had not counted for his. The fact that he had landed on the leaves had kept him alive True, he had hit his head on a large boulder which was why he had suffered a major concussion. But I believed against all odds, that my boy would open his eyes and talk coherently. It was a gut feeling and I trusted my instincts,Just as I had believed, in t

TaraShe giggled at Maddy. The new girl who had turned up at her home last night with her mother and older brother was funny. She was outspoken, as Ria would have said. It was as though no one had been able to make her understand that there were some things that you just did not say. Or do.“My Mom and Dad are separated, ‘ said Maddy matter-of-factly as they splashed in the pool. It was morning and the pool was just fine to be in, Maddy had declared, dragging Tara along.“Dad is a gangster but Mom said he is a two-piece one,’ she went on as they splashed.‘A two-bit one, you mean,’ giggled Tara and as Maddy realised what she had said, the two girls dissolved, giggling in unison.As if on cue, Maja Nord appeared at the doorway leading to the gardens, her face white and drawn.“That’s my Mom’s harassed look.’ said Maddy, throwing her parent a knowing smirk. ‘It means she is not too happy. That’s her default look.’With a cheeky wave at her mother, and ignoring the woman’s call, Maddy bo

Proserpina emerged, looking drawn but still ethereal in a simple cotton dress, a baby doll variation that had a deep neck and flared out from her waist lovingly. She smiled as she approached her husband. They exchanged a look which Maja noticed, a quick quirking of his heavy grey brows by the Don, an “are you ok?’ kind of look and the beautiful wife of the Don replied with the barest of nods, a small, barely imperceptible smile on her face, the dimples reappearing magically. The woman was glowing, thought Maja enviously.How did she look so dramatically beautiful, without being beautiful in the full sense?She was round and curvy, with a well-endowed figure. But it was the movement of her body as she swayed across, sultry and sensual.A siren, through and through, but with an innocence as well.Maja felt a pair of eyes on her and turned to catch Schwartz, a speculative gleam in his eyes as he met her startled blue gaze and then his eyes moved away. Maja Nord looked down quickly and c

RiaShe looked at her father who gave her a silent, warning look.’Not now, “his cold eyes warned, ‘not in front of everyone.’Mumma was on her feet again, asking Philippe to join them for lunch. But to Ria’s relief, he gently refused. She bowed her head and went on eating, dimly aware of the conversation around her. She avoided looking at him but her heightened senses knew when he turned and left the room. Ria met her twin’s eyes and noted the amusement. She glared at him and said, in a chilly voice,“Piers, could you pass me the lime pie?’ He nodded sagely but his eyes were still dancing with merriment. He was probably the only one who knew about this crazed infatuation she had for the Capo of her father’s mob. But she suspected that her mother knew it too. Her eyes met Proserpina Delano’s and all at once, she knew her mother had figured it out, a long while ago. She smiled weakly at her mother and went on eating.Mumma was privy to a whole lot of things; she could be s intuitive, t

RiaShe walked out of the room, conscious of Philippe behind her. She could actually smell his strong fragrance, a woody, spicy fragrance. And of course, she was aware of his gaze on her, felt his eyes on her pert rounded behind and for the umpteenth time, she wished she had not chosen to wear her low slung, figure-hugging jeans. His hot gaze seemed to be sending prickles of awareness down her spine.‘Would you like to come with me?’ he asked politely enough, his deep baritone making her jump.‘Or I could arrange another vehicle for you…"The Capo had stopped walking and now stood close by, jangling his keys in a casual manner.Like hell you will, Philippe , she thought grimly.She stopped and turned to face him, her hair in a messy bun, long tendrils having escaped to caress her cheek as she whirled around crossly. and then wished she had not. He was too close for comfort, his hair tied back in a neat ponytail, the black eyes curious as they assessed her face.“What?’ she said, her v