All Chapters of FORBIDDEN LOVE WITH THE MAFIA KING: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

KaylaResting in his arms after we finished dinner, we sat on the beach and watched the waves crash on the shores. The night breeze was chill and relaxing. It was paradise. Things were finally starting to look up for the first time since our argument. “Hey Kayla” Ricardo's deep baritone resonated in my ears. His voice legit sounded like music to me. “Yeah” I responded as I looked up into his eyes. For some reason, he looked a bit nervous. That was really unlike him. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?” I asked, sitting up and touching his neck to check if he was feeling sick. He chuckled slightly and smiled at me; “I’m alright baby.” He said and gestured with his fingers. One of his men who had been on standby, quickly ran over to where we were and handed him a little gift box - a very little one. “What's that?” I asked. He didn't answer me but got to his feet and offered me a hand.“Come on, get your ass up,” he smiled. Was he planning something mischievous again? He wasn't the unnec

RICARDO Kayla walked into the room munching on a bruschetta, her hair tied up in a messy pony-tail wearing a simple white tank-top some blue levi shorts and a pair of flip flops, despite how simple it all looked, you couldn’t help but notice the aura of elegance around her,“what? You are staring”.“Nothing kayla”. I quickly avert my eyes and bury them into the pile of work stacked on my table, Enzo must have brought reports from the consigliere, I scan through them, brushing through their contents, picking up one that seemed interesting running my fingers through the letters on the memo, one of the Capo narcotic syndicates was having a little skirmish with police, that wasn’t an issue though Enzo had connections with the “commssiariato di Polizi” i would have to alert him so he could handle it, none of the other files looks to be of any importance. Kayla comes to my side and bends trying to see the contents of the memo, the way her eyes squinted as she tried to read the Italian

KAYLAI fall down to the bed desolate, after Ricardo walked out of the door. I can’t believe how much have messed up soon Lisa walked in fiddling with her fingers as she always does when she’s nervous.“ we heard the shouting, probably everyone heard it for a mile radius. What happened ?.” The tears have held back for so long fully rush out uncontrollably, Lisa consoled me not fully understanding what had happened, we make it back to my room where all my belongings had been neatly arranged on my bed along with plane tickets leaving that night for John F. Kennedy International Airport. I wonder to myself how he was able to process all my documents in such a short time. Was this all I meant to him, why won’t he let me explain myself, I have never betrayed or hurt him why won’t he believe me. Everything in the room reminds me of all the times we’ve spent, the memories we’ve shared, I look about trying to commit every thing to memory, Lisa sits by waiting for me to control myself, so I

MIROI got wind of the news that Kayla was now in protective custody. I knew her dad wouldn't bat an eye even if it was his daughter he was dealing with. “Such a stoic man - I guess that's what makes him the chief” I chuckled. Anyway, it was time for me to go and work my charm and get Kayla released. I went to the chief's office and knocked on the door. “Come in” his stern voice answered. I walked in with a smile.“Good afternoon Chief” I greeted as I took a seat. He creased his brows as soon as he saw me. “Aren't you supposed to be in the middle east?” He asked with suspicion in his voice. “Well yeah - for the most part. This is part of the mission” I responded. The man stared at me like it was supposed to be a staring contest. “What? You don't trust me? Don't forget I hold the record for the most successful missions by a large margin. I know exactly what I'm doing” I assured him.He sighed and took off his glasses. “So what brings you to my office? I don't suppose your mission in

KAYLA “ What do you mean by that?” He stopped what he was doing and focused on me. “ I had planned to abort the mission and stay with Ricardo. There was no debate on whose side I would pick if I were asked,” I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye as I stated. “ Wasn't Ricardo supposed to be some sort of aggressive, womanizing jerk? How did you end up being swooned by him?” He looked slightly pissed. “ Or are you attracted to those sorts of guys? Is that some kind of kink or something?” He bombarded me with questions. “ He's not exactly what they told us. As much as he's into illegal dealings, he has a personality of his own,” I explained, circling the top of my coke can with my index finger. “ I would be lying to say he wasn't somewhat toxic initially though,” I admitted. “ So you like red flags?” He just wouldn't drop it. “ Honestly, he was a red flag sometimes and a green flag other times. It's safe to say I'm fine with a beige flag,” I