All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Obsession: Chapter 511 - Chapter 520

Piers walked into his office and stood, surveying the room, a feeling of slow happiness spreading through him. Philippe who had accompanied him, stood in the doorway, hands on his hips, watching. Piers glanced at him and a look passed between them. They understood each other and he knew that the Capo would always have his back.He was glad that the Capo was to wed his firebrand twin sister.“All good?’ asked Philippe, a frown appearing on his dark, handsome face as he checked his phone. And then, he turned to leave as he read the message.’Gotta go. The Boss is leaving and he wants me to attend to some last-minute stuff.Piers nodded and the Capo disappeared, moving swiftly for such a large man.Soon, he was lost in the business of managing the finances of as extensive an operation as his father’s mob holdings.His father abruptly summoned him to the office for an impromptu meeting as the Mafia Don needed to leave the country urgently. The meeting was followed by lunch with Philippe a

Piers looked around sharply as the door to his room in the Club was opened and a figure stepped in.‘I didn’t…’ he began but then he stopped as he saw that it was Hila. She was in her greasy overalls effectively hiding her shapely body. They looked at each other for a while. It was afternoon and the Capo had retaliated to the Monk’s gesture by attacking him on three fronts, on Lucien’s orders. The Monk would not recover easily from the killing of two of his close associates and destroying a warehouse in the docks where he stored his contraband goods.Piers watched, unable to tear his eyes off her as she stepped to him, zipping off her overcalls, his eyes feasting on her like a hungry man as she came to him, in her tank top and jeans. She shed them as she walked and he felt his breath quickening as she took in her body, firm, athletic and so inviting.Naked, her firm little breasts with the small pointed nipples, the thatch of dark fuzz between her legs…Then she was in his arms, her h

LucienHe strode into the room, oblivious of the electrifying effect he always had, carrying himself with authority, fierce pride, and a confidence that was hard won.He had made the decision to break off his journey and return home before he had spent half a week in Brussels. His associates had been disappointed but he had brought James Schwartz with him and Handsome James, though not as powerful a substitute, could be safely trusted to make sure that his allies could be counted upon and the final deal inked without any hassles.The thought of his Woman in danger had actually made him change his mind. He was aware that he was growing old and with the kind of life he was leading, walking on the cusp of danger and violence, he did not know when he would be killed…he wanted to make the most of his life with the one person he loved dearly. True, he loved his children and yes, also Paddy, in a detached sort of way. But Proserpina? She was the one he lived for, he reflected as his cavalcad

Hila came awake slowly, feeling as though her entire body was wracked with pain. She had been delirious, sobbing, screaming, and every time, she felt warm arms enclosing her, holding her and smoothing her hair, whispering softly, soothing her. Her eyes fluttered open and with a sinking feeling, she realized that she was in a familiar place. The place where Piers Delano had kept her imprisoned, the Delano Town House.Her throat was dry and she tried to call out weakly, but then, a figure rose from a corner of the room, and Pies Delano appeared in the circle of lamplight beside her head. He looked as handsome as ever, she thought, her body reacting to him immediately, and the dark growth of beard on his handsome face only made him look …sexier? A yearning grew in her, to see this man every day of her life but she clamped down on it hard.He moved to her, a glass of water in his hands, and gently lifted her head. The straw in the glass made it easier for her to drink and she inhaled the

Proserpina In the silence that folowed, I realized that Lisa was staring at the doorway, a look of confusion on her pretty face. I whirled around as best as I could, rolling over on my stomach, and felt my head whirl.Lucien stood there in the doorway, his face cold and hard like stone.How much had he heard?His suit was crumpled and his shirt, pristine white as ever, unbuttoned to his waist. I crinkled my nose and thought that he still looked so hot.But his eyes were like cold chips of steel, holding me fixed to the floor. My shirt had ridden up to my upper thighs and I was distantly aware that I had nothing underneath it.But I simply could not care.*How long had he been standing there?I could not be bothered.Lifting my glass, I sang out tipsily, scrubbing off the errant tears,‘Well, look who’s come to visit us! Is it our lucky day or what?’Melissa giggled, and then both of us rolled on the floor, laughing hysterically. Dimly, I thought I heard the voice of Tristan Lord as h