All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Obsession: Chapter 521 - Chapter 530

After a quick shower, I felt better.Shuffling back to the huge bedroom, I wrapped myself in a pink fluffy bathrobe, too weary to search for clothes. The room I was in was unfamiliar and only a grim-faced man, one of Lucien’s men, had been around.I could make out a balcony beyond the heavy drape but I felt too tired to step out and investigate.Ria would take charge of things at home, I thought with a sigh; as for Piers…I closed my eyes and refused to think about my eldest son. He had crossed swords with his father and this time, I was definitely supporting Lucien. Though my heart went out to my child…I sighed and leaned back on the bed. My breasts felt heavy and I wished I could feed Rudi.The door was suddenly flung open and I started as Camille walked in, my littlest son in her arms. She beamed at me, taking in my face with a searching look and I flushed. Nothing ever got past her sharp gaze.I held out my arms to take my little boy who eagerly threw his podgy arms around me and

ProserpinaI leaned my head against Lucien’s shoulder and stared out across the rolling hills.It had taken some time for me to comprehend what my lover had said. I was relieved to think that he would finally be stepping down from his position as the Boss; I also knew that my son-in-law to be, Philippe, was capable and sensitive, a true heir. Piers did not have the single minded devotion to the Mob which my husband and now, Philippe had; and my son, Claude, would prefer hopping in and out of women’s beds or breaking someone's arms to the regular, controlled task of running as large an outfit as the Delano mob. I had no illusions; my husband was a gangster but a highly respected and loved one as well. Stepping into his shoes would be a humungous task, and neither of my sons, the eldest ones at least, were ready yet.But I knew that Philippe, with his dark, intense loyalty, would be an ideal choice.We were on the balcony, having spent the evening in each other’s arms. Lucien was in a b

Memories of the days when I had been kidnapped and kept a prisoner, to be sold as a sex slave...I had been pregnant with the triplets at the time and had been at the lowest point in my life. Alone, defenceless, humiliated and broken.Suddenly, I was tumbling back into an abyss of darkness, an abyss in my mind.It had taken many sessions with a psychologist to restore my calm and sense of security. Seeing that dreadful photograph had plunged me back into a world of darkness, and I had to be sedated after a while. Schwartz had been summoned and he held my hand, whispering words of affection as i lay, sobbing softly, safe in Lucien’s strong arms until I fell into a dreamless sleep.*Lucien paced about the room restlessly, barking orders on the phone. As he had expected, the ip address was untraceable.The front door opened, and he heard the sound of his children. The triplets, Dom and Lou were the loudest, followed by Claude’s deeper tones, and those of Ria, who burst into the study an

Proserpina I smiled up at him as our littlest son chuckled in delight."I am fine," I whispered. "That happened a long time ago."He grunted and pulled me into his arms. I looked around at the faces of the people around me—everyone who loved me just as I cared for them.James Schwartz. My sons, Piers and Claude. Beston, who was watching me anxiously, as was Gustav.I smiled, safe in the arms of the only man I had ever loved."I am strong," I repeated.*The phone calls began soon after.Calls from unidentified numbers to my handset. When I responded the first few times, there was only a deep, heavy breathing. It was meant to scare me for I could sense the hostility, the deep menace behind the sound. The first two times, I was shaken and replaced the phone hurriedly.When I informed Lucien, he was livid. He ordered me to stay off the phone; all calls would be diverted to me through his staff. But when a call, presumably from a client, popped up on my screen, I answered it absently.Wit

Lucien was still scowling as he walked downstairs for a late lunch a few hours later. He had hoped to spend time with his wife and maybe lose himself in her soft, lush body. But she had danced away, like a girl in love, and not stopped, although she had sensed his displeasure. Damn the woman, he thought, and he sat down at the head of the table for a lonely lunch.Beatrice marched in with an appetizing Irish stew and chunks of homemade bread. Lucien attacked the food, recognizing his wife's handiwork. Wolfing down the soft bread that was buttery in texture, he grunted in pleasure. His wife could cook like a professional, he thought as he attacked the dessert that appeared before him.“But you don't remember her birthday,’ snapped Beatrice, entering the room, scowling. She had effectively interrupted his thoughts.Lucien wiped his lips and scowled at her."What do you mean, old hag?" He growled, still irritated at the way his wife had waltzed out when he came home.“Your WEMEN. Her bir