All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Obsession: Chapter 441 - Chapter 450

Her father stood in the center of the room, on the tan-colored carpet, feet planted firmly apart,, looking massive and frightening. His shirt was open to his waist, exposing his heavy muscled hirsute chest and he was breathing hard. Although Piers and James Schwartz were also present, she took one look at their faces, appealing silently to them but knowing that they were helpless.The Don’s head was lowered, narrowed grey-blue eyes on them and then before Philippe could utter a word, the Mafia Don had stepped forward and sent him flying across the room, with a punch so hard, Ria thought she could hear the bones cracking.He had not given them a chance to explain, she thought blindly.*“Pappa!’ she screamed, struggling to get free from the hands that were gripping her; her twin brother, Piers, she realised. He glanced down at her, pity and sorrow on his face as Lucien went for Philippe again, his fist connecting with the young man’s jaw.Philippe sank to the ground, blood flowing free

LucienHe held his woman as she doubled over in pain, a pain so great that she was screaming, sobbing. And her fingernails dug into his arms as she struggled to fight the pain that was wracking her body, causing her to gasp wildly.‘Water…’ she cried and he held the jug of iced water to her lips once ore but this time, she shook her head, smiling slightly through the pain, amused at his foolishness.‘Lucien…my water… My Water...’He stared at her blankly. What the f*k was she talking about? Almost incoherently, she moaned, unmistakably in great pain now, as she gasped,’’Call…get the doctor, Lucien. My water has broken…’And then he noticed the puddle of water between her legs. Her dress was wet too and herealized in horror that it was something to do with the child in her womb. She was going into labor, way before the full term of their child. His body went cold with fear as he noticed the way her eyes were shut, her pallor, white and bloodless…She was breathing with difficulty, an

RiaThe moment they entered the hospital, the smell of disinfectant and medicines hit her nostrils and Ria winced.They were led, flanked protectively by the men, to the hall facing the Operation Theatre. There were no patients around and Ria wondered fleetingly what her father had done with them. The sound of their heels clicking on the polished tiles was the only sound and the low hum of the machinery. The place was almost deserted except for…‘Pappa…’ said Ria softly. Her father sat alone, on a couch, his grey hair ruffled as though he had been rifling his hands through it, his face was grey and gaunt and she felt a deep feeling of remorse swamp her. If anyone had had any doubts about whether the great Don loved his wife, this was proof, this bleak look in his normally fierce hawk-like gaze, the emptiness staring out of his eyes as he looked at them, uncomprehending. Even his powerful muscular body seemed smaller and with a sob, she ran to him. She did not want to see her Pappa, he

They had been informed that the baby had been shifted to the NICU, the Neo-natal Intensive Care Unit. The Delano children hung about, looking in through the glass partition, in awe of the little fellow who had decided to ‘pop out early,’ as Beatrice had put it when she came to visit Proserpina. The children knew that their mother had gone through a lot and it had taken a toll on her. Ria sat on the sofa now, outside her mother’s suite, her hands tightly locked . Melissa Lord had stayed behind although her husband had left, promising to return in a few hours.*Later, after Melissa had gone, and the dark , snowy night was whipping a storm around the hospital, Ria sat comfortably leaning her head against her father’s strong shoulder. They had all taken turns to go back home to wash, change into a fresh set of clothes and return, even the younger boys. Lucien Delano was adamant; all his children would be with him, under the same roof as his wife.As their father was reluctant to leave hi

LucienHe knew that it was possible to meet his wife that day.Finally.He had tried everything he could but the old doctor had perversely forbidden him from being allowed into the room where Proserpina was recuperating.The doctor seemed to take a sadistic pleasure as he refused curtly every time.Now, this morning, the old man had grudgingly said,“Mrs. Delano is feeling vastly better. She will meet you.’*It had been Ria who had suggested the flowers. so, he had had truckloads of them delivered to the hospital. Camille, the wife of Tony Beston, had managed to get the blossoms into Proserpina’s room although the old doctor had been anything but pleased.Meanwhile, his youngest son was thriving.A real fighter said the nurse in awe. Lucien had felt the pride of knowing that he had sired this little miracle. But he longed for just one thing now, to take his Woman in his arms, to crush her lovely mouth, to ask for her forgiveness.He knew he had done the unspeakable by hurting her.He