All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Obsession: Chapter 481 - Chapter 490

LucienHe wanted to throttle the man at the other end.The news was beginning to sink in slowly.Dead.The young Capo was dead.The lover his eldest daughter adored was dead.Schwartz was on the phone, frantically trying to contact people. He had even asked Aiyana’s old colleague, Bishop, for help. Now he turned, a defeated look on his face as he sank onto the large armchair, his strong shoulders slumping in defeat.The Don turned as the door opened and his son, Piers, walked in. The blonde haired young man, a virtual replica of Lucien, except for his body, for Piers favored practicing martial arts and had already mastered the ancient art of Kalari Payattu, a deadly art that came all the way from India. He could disable a man and even kill, but he had never done so.On the other hand, both Lucien and Claude were men who fought with their fists, their bodies well-muscled and bulging with corded sinews.Wordlessly, Lucien met his oldest son’s eyes.The young man did not say a word but h

Dusak.He stood and stared a the shredded black jacket, the burnt bits of leather .He smiled as his men pulled out the burnt body of a man who was at the edge of the body of the aircraft.So the great Capo had been trying to flee? He thought to himself snidely, rubbing his crotch. Now that he was dead, Dusak could claim ria for himself. And there would be no lover to come to her rescue. He would deal with Lucien Delano. After all, his uncle had managed to snare the silly little Tara Delano and make her believe that she was carrying on a harmless conversation with a fifteen-year-old boy!His face darkened. He had got wind of the affair between the erstwhile gardener’s son and the Boss’s daughter. It had made him rage fo days. But now, her lover had been killed, it would be easier to get his hands on the girl who had enchanted him from the time he first saw her photograph. Those blonde curls, the dimpled smile, the figure of a Venus. He grunted. His lust grew manifold as he pictured Ri

Proserpina.My husband returned sometime in the afternoon and after a quick shower, he closeted himself in this study along with Schwartz. Lucien Delano was his usual taciturn self, laconic when he was stressed as he irrefutably was, at this point in time. With just a brief, hard kiss that left me reeling with its intensity, he had walked away, his faithful Gustav behind him and a couple of his bodyguards keeping step as he headed for the elevator on his way up to our rooms at the top of the house for a shower and to change.But his daughter managed to waylay him. Ria rushed to him, throwing her arms around him, and stopping him.“Pumpkin,’ he growled as he kissed the top of her blonde head and then gently put her away from him. His face was soft with affection and I felt myself grow warm. This was my lover, the doting father, Lucien Delano.What with the shooting of his aircraft, the threat to Philippe’s life, and the knowledge that his friend in Azerbaijan had been compromised, he w

PiersHe wanted to follow the woman, find out about her but he knew that Mumma had arranged a celebratory dinner at home and he needed to get back and change. Claude drove back with him, both the brothers lost in their thoughts. Danielle had also been invited and she was going to be there with her partner, Grace. And of course, Mumma’s best buddy, Melissa Lord. As for Uncle Schwartz, he was practically family but Piers wondered if he intended to bring along Aiyana Laughing Water, the dark and reticent woman who had been with the FBI and who had been Uncle James’ lover off and on.He just hoped that Maja Nord and her obnoxious children had not been invited; Mumma was a sucker for sob stories so one could never say but he did not really like those kids or their mother. Philippe would be returning in the evening after his battery of tests at the hospital had been completed. He was under observation in the hospital, heavily guarded by Lucien Delano’s men. The sorrow of having lost three o

Schwartz had left to join the Boss who had just reached home, announced Beston, when he came to inform them that it was time to serve dinner. Proserpina smiled her thanks at him and wiped her hands on a tea towel.Dinner was served when the Don had come down after a shower. He had come straight from the Clubs and wanted to be fresh for the evening. He had also invited a couple of men, his friends from his days as a youth and Proserpina’s heart sank as she saw old Patrick O’ Connor.The talkative Irishman with the bright blue eyes and charm had been a drinking buddy of Lucien’s from the days when they were street fighters. The man had run through four marriages if she remembered right and was generally away in the UK or in Ireland. But when he did come, and he met her on some very rare occasion, he made it a point to flirt heavily with her and she disliked his bright blue eyes that seemed to strip her. He also had a pair of roving hands and she made it a point to skirt him when he did