All Chapters of Game With The Mafia King: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Nerthus I’m leaning against the seat of the fancy limousine Arawn drove us to the amusement park in. With a deep sigh, I watch the city pass by my window, the smell of the leather and the constant rumbling of the motor lulling me to sleep.After having brought Danny home, who left the car under strong protest, we didn’t speak once.My heart is beating so strongly in my chest that I fear that he can hear it.After another few minutes of painful silence, his deep baritone disrupts it, making my heart jump in my chest. “Are you alright?”Turning my head to look at him, I see him staring at the street forcefully while he clenches the steering wheel. His exhaustion is dominant in his traits, even if another emotion seems to push through.It could be uncomfortable nervousness, but I could be wrong.Maybe because of what he said to me.He might sense something as he usually reads me like a bluff.“Yes,” I say, sighing again. “Will you promise me not to freak out if I take a bit to answer yo

Arawn - Past “How dare you! How dare you stick your nose into things that don’t concern you.”Her shrill scream risks perforating my eardrums, and I clench my teeth.I hate it when people scream. Why do people always think they can scream at me?“They will take my baby away from me! They will take him from his mother.” Annie goes feral while she starts throwing the insides of her bag onto the table as she is still looking for something in it. “I just lost my husband, and now you made me lose my baby too!”“He had to be hospitalized. He would have died without proper care! Annie, he is diabetic.” I try to keep my voice calm as she flips out.I never argue with anyone, because the people who are entitled to raise their voice at me, I am not allowed to talk back at, and the ones who aren’t entitled to, stop yelling at the first blow hitting their jaw.So, this is an entirely new situation as I try to calm down my father’s right hand’s wife in front of a little boy staring up at me wit

Nerthus I’m wearing my happiest smile and a basket filled with muffins as I halt in front of a big wooden reception desk. My outfit consisting of a knee-long woolen skirt with a gray and beige square pattern, and a black pullover worn over a white blouse shouts ‘good girl’ from a mile away.And I really hope it will give those stuck-up people a bit of trust in a total stranger.“Good morning. I have an appointment with Mr. Johnson. If you’d be so kind to advise him that Gemma Ferguson is here.” I say in a honeyed, placated voice.The lady at the reception smiles at me and picks up the phone. “Of course, Ms. Ferguson.”I turn around to watch the interiors of the historic building as she announces me to the lucky fellow who doesn’t know about his luck yet.“Ms. Ferguson?” I jump as if torn out of my staring in awe as I look at her. “Mr. Johnson will be ready to receive you in a minute. If you’d be so kind as to take a seat, his assistant will pick you up in a bit.”“Oh, thank you very

Arawn The memory of Nerthus screaming my name in pleasure while I slam into her lying on the poker table is the only thing that has me grasping onto my sanity. I finally got her to agree to come back to work for me, and I can’t wait to get out of here to make up for all the time we had lost while playing cat and mouse. I know that she was going out with her friends tonight, but even if she tried to reject me, she knows exactly that I will be waiting for her as soon as she comes home. We had been entwined into each other sharing another cigarette as we were discussing our schedules. She had rolled her eyes at it, but I could see how she had to force down her smile. My heart blooms at the thought of her being as desperate for our intimacy as I am. The look in her eyes as I told her how she was lucky enough to not be tied to a bed for me already, would be able to fuel my lust for years. I love how she overcame her discomfort with me, and I can’t wait to have her in every possible wa

Arawn Nerthus flinches as she turns around and gets up immediately as she sees me. “Oh my God.”“You can call me all you want, woman. I’m still going to be pissed.” I growl as I slam the door close behind me.Her eyes widen as she steps towards me. “Arawn, you have to believe me that I didn’t take anything! I’m so sorry. I was being stupid.”“Shut up!” I say, and she pulls back her hands that were about to grab for me.She holds her hands to her chest as she speaks again. “I know that it isn’t an excuse, but I was tipsy, and she always gets the worst out of me.”“I told you to shut the fuck up!” I bark, making her wince.As she goes silent, I can finally force my brain to function normally again, even if her big eyes are still horribly distracting.“Want to tell me what happened?” I ask.She avoids my gaze, tugging a strand of her hair behind her ear as she nods. “We were dancing, and everything was fine. But then a guy hit on her, and she told me that she knew him because he was a d