Game With The Mafia King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Nerthus“Oh, I really can’t wait,” I say excitedly to Emily who has her arms looped into mine.My heart has gone through so much already, and I really can’t tell how much more it will be able to take. Only minutes after we got to the astonishing venue where the gala would be held, I got announced by the Johnsons that we would visit them in their house in the Hamptons for a Welcome-The-New-Year-Dinner and I’m feeling like the unpopular girl at school that got invited to the party of the year the coolest kids in her High School are organizing.Arawn and I had spent New Year peacefully. Instead of scurrying through the crowded streets or finding an overpriced table to eat, we had stayed at home, ordered food, emptied a bottle of good wine, or two, and talked about everything that came to our minds. I think all this relationship business is doing me good, in a therapeutic sense. Maybe it’s the sex, but I feel like my anxiety has subsided and I’m going through my days more relaxed, happier

NerthusThe dinner is lovely, and I can see how much thought and planning they put into everything, and I absolutely love it.I also love the thought that I was a direct recipient of all this as I’m invited as myself, being Arawn’s girlfriend, and not just the company who happened to be booked for the evening.After dinner, and the children being put to bed by the nanny, we are sitting in a heated winter garden. We are chatting happily while the wine flows and the men are smoking cigars.I’m enjoying my tiramisu while being cuddled against Arawn’s side in a cozy lounge.“You can stay overnight if you want. We have enough guestrooms,” Harvey offers, making me look at Arawn with big eyes.He chuckles, tearing his eyes from me. “Don’t look at me like that! I told you we had to go back to the City after dinner.”“You could leave right after breakfast,” Emily adds, making me giggle.Arawn groans as I scoop another bit of the delicious dessert into my mouth. “Why don’t you all make your pla

Nerthus As soon as we start to drive into the neighborhood where Danny lives, I get a horrible feeling. Scooting closer to Danny in the backseats, I loop my arm around his, leaning my head against his shoulder. “Maybe it was a bad idea,” I murmur, but he shakes his head. “It’s going to be great. You’ll see,” he says elatedly. I would like to believe it. But even though Aleksei is stoically driving the car as if we were going to buy daisies, Giulio’s leg that keeps jumping up and down is freaking the shit out of me. “You can all prepare yourself for him killing us all.” He turns around to us in the backseats as Aleksei chuckles, “And you princess will pay for your survival dearly.” “Stop being scared rabbit,” Aleksei stops the black SUV right in front of a bustling building. The beats are so loud that they were already audible as we turned into the street.My heart beats into my throat as we get out, Giulio’s words resounding over and over in my head. The street as well as the illu

Nerthus “I have everything! I can pay for everything!” I empty my stupidly small wallet, letting drop all the cards and my small change onto the counter. “Just save him! I can pay for everything he needs!” The nurse behind the counter lays her hand on mine, stopping my panicky rambling. “Ma’am, please. You were injured as well. We checked your credit score, we received your upfront payment, and I can assure you that he is treated by our best surgeons. Now please let this nice nurse take you to your operation room as well.” Gesturing to me to wait by lifting a finger, she picks up the phone. “No! No! I don’t need any surgery. I need to know that my baby is being operated on by the best surgeon in the country! Fly him in if possible.” “Ma’am! Ma’am!” The nurse standing next to me gets my attention on her, allowing her colleague to talk on the phone in peace. “He is already in surgery. Flying in another surgeon won’t help him. Now please, sit down in that wheelchair, and let us treat

Nerthus Opening my eyes, I struggle for a few seconds, until I get them to adjust to the bright light. Blinking repeatedly, I think I am hallucinating at first as I see Aleksei, leaning against the wall near the door to my hospital room. I rub my eyes, but as I look again, he is still hanging around leisurely, scooping pudding into his mouth unbothered. “Aleksei?” I say raspily, my speaking turning into coughing. “Whoa, slow down, princess,” he says with a full mouth, his Slavic accent heavy in his speech. “Drink something first.” Taking a sip from my glass with a straw, I gulp painfully, “You… You… You are alive?” He spreads his arms, distorting his face as if I was crazy, “Of course I am.” “But I saw you lying in a pool of blood… I… And…” I try making sense out of my distorted memories even if there isn’t. “Argh, yeah. Four shots in back, two in legs. Not the worst I ever got. You children are so carefree. Living around happily without seeing war, then there is a bit of blo