All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Obsession: Chapter 541 - Chapter 550

Paddy was able to walk with some support now. And I knew that I had my big, beefy Claude to thank for that. He had unhesitatingly hefted the slighter man up in his arms, striding onto our lush green lawns. There he proceeded to work with the physiotherapist, a bemused-looking young girl whom I suspected had been in Claude’s bed already.They made progress, at any rate, and soon, Paddy was walking, leaning heavily on his brother, but with a look of joy on his face as he finally managed to get his limbs moving. Claude, as always, was over the moon. He threw his arms around the young physiotherapist and kissed her soundly. The girl, her spectacles askew, blushed beet red, her dark skin and neatly braided cornrows looked askance. Nahla Kennedy was shy and could barely look into my son’s eyes when he was around, but I had seen on more than one occasion, how her lovely doe eyes trailed him when he walked into a room.I sighed. Claude had his father’s legendary prowess in bed, but Piers saw

ProserpinaI waited expectantly for Lucien had told me that he was due back this evening. Just a clipped message, that was all but it had made me blush. God knows my body longed for him to return and claim me. Pregnancy always turned me into a roaring sex maniac, I thought drily and I marvelled in that mix of pain and pleasure my lover put me through, his savage lovemaking leaving me breathless and panting for more.Ria was standing in the hallway, speaking urgently in a low voice and I saw from the pinched expression on my son’s face that it was something that did not make him happy.I moved forward and they turned as one, their faces taut.‘What is it?’ I demanded but Piers moved to me, taking my shoulders. He was taller than me, this firstborn of mine and he said with a shake of his head,’ Nothing, Mumma.’But Ria moved forward, eyes flashing.‘No, we need to tell Mumma, Piers.’And turning to me, she snapped,‘Philippe sent me a message.’ I felt a familiar churning in my stomach.

ProserpinaWe entered the room where Schwartz was lying still and unmoving. The young doctor, who was in attendance, stood up hastily, swallowing as he looked at Lucien. My Mafia Don had that effect on people, I mused.We had arranged for two doctors to be beside Schwartz all day and night. Lucien was prepared to spend as much as was needed and more for his friend. Not that anyone would grudge it; we all loved the Handsome man who now lay, breathing deeply.Lucien barked at the Asian doctor who gave him the details; James Schwartz was doing well. The major part of his burns were on his thighs and legs. And they had healed to a large extent, with all the expensive treatment and medication that he was receiving. I smiled softly as I looked at the features of the sleeping man.Lucien shifted beside me, and I turned to look up at him, surprising him the strange look on his craggy features before the expression disappeared.Smiling, I stepped towards him but the phone in his hand began to

ProserpinaI had dozed off, lying on the huge bed in our spacious bedroom. When I came awake twice, it was to find that I was alone; Lucien was still at work and now that Schwartz was not with him, he had to depend upon the other Capos, particularly on Philippe and of course, our eldest son, Piers. They were all at work in the study, I discovered when I went down once at around 3 a.m., bleary with sleep, to find the valet, Gustav, silent and as alert as ever, preparing a huge canister of coffee for everyone in the study. He inclined his bald head politely and I left with a sigh. Lucien never welcomed my presence in his study when he was at work and I respected the wishes of my Mafia Don.To my relief, I saw a couple of Philippe’s burly men guarding the corridors leading to the wing where Claude and Pies had their suites; which meant in effect that Ramona and her obnoxious brother were not allowed to roam around as they pleased, for the rooms they had were adjacent to those of my sons.

He swore but kept sitting in the shadows till dawn, smoking his joints. And he was rewarded when he saw them emerge, at almost dawn.The Don with his arm around his little wife’s waist, holding her, supporting her as they walked. A posse of bodyguards followed them, keeping their distance discreetly but even in the waning moonlight, he could see the shaky way the woman was walking, the way a woman who had been well laid, moved. He swore and his desire grew.He wanted to f*ck that woman, he thought crazed with lust as he went inside to snort another line.*Three days laterProserpinaI was humming as I re-entered the house, my yoga mat in my hands. I had been out in the secluded part of the garden, doing my exercises. I had an appointment with the doctor that day, later in the afternoon and I needed to ask Beston to arrange for a vehicle and the inevitable troop of guards.Lucien had just got back from the Club. He was busy as the opening night was in two days’ time, having had to pos