All Chapters of Game With The Mafia King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Nerthus “Don’t you look absolutely gorgeous?”I giggle as I reach Owen, who is waiting for me outside my alibi building. “Right back to you, Mr.”His smile is more handsome than I remembered as he greets me with a kiss on my cheek. I gasp as he holds open the passenger door of his sporty car and force a smile as it immediately makes me think of Arawn.Damn it.“Wow! Are you driving today? How sexy.” “Thought I would show you that I’m not all about money.”I laugh, as he starts the car. “By taking the Porsche and leaving your golden Lamborghini at home?”“I would act offended,” He grins, shaking his head. “But I actually like your sense of humor very much.”“Oh, thank you.” I smile, leaning my head on my seat to look at him.“So, how was work in your little company in the last few days?”“Very boring, actually. How was the bakery?”I hum, looking out onto the street. “Very sugary.”“Sugary?” He chuckles, and I grin. “That’s all you came up with?”“I’m sorry, I really couldn’t help bu

Arawn – eleven years ago “Your face tells me that you still didn’t grow your balls back to go get her.” I take a sip of my beer as Jensen slumps into the couch next to me. “Did you at least tell your father?” He asks, and I click my tongue. “How did the talk with your father go, by the way? Did he believe that you didn’t steal the stuff?” He chuckles, shaking his head. “Nah. He beat me to a pulp as soon as I tried to make excuses.” Leaning in, he adds in a whisper, “He is kind of touchy when it comes to his drugs.” “I told you. You should have just admitted it and gotten over with it.” Raising his shirt, he shows me his beat-up sides, now covered in black and blue bruises. “Dude, he was about to kill me. If he knew it for sure, he certainly would have.” I shrug, taking another sip. “It’s not that you wouldn’t have deserved it.” “You are unbelievable. Our good and righteous, Arawn.” He lights his cigarette, propping himself on his knees. “But don’t change the subject. Don’t y

Arawn “My mom always had this little box filled with cookies, but my brother got diabetes, so she stopped buying them. I’m alright, so I didn’t get why she wouldn’t buy me a box just for me.” Nerthus laughs, and I admire her as blowing my brains out seems like an amazing perspective. “Danny, eat. You are talking too much.” Danny pouts shortly before he starts digging in. As he eats his pizza, which must be cold already, Nerthus slaps my chest gently. “Let him talk. There is nothing wrong with it. Don’t be mean.” “It’s already past one, he should be in bed already.” I straighten my spine with a groan, taking a sip of my coke. “Come on, I don’t think an evening out will ruin him.” Danny scoffs, munching on a piece of pizza. “Yeah. Like curfews would exist for people like us.” “Again, Danny. They don’t exist for people like me. For you, they exist.” The small restaurant, in which I probably wouldn’t have put a foot in, is actually cozy, and the food wasn’t bad. It would be empt

NerthusEven before the thought of passing under the table to sit away from him forms in my head, his groan gets my attention.“Is everybody alright?”Okay, Helen, now you are pushing your luck.“This is really good.” He says, without even looking at him, and after a few awkward seconds, she walks away nodding her head.Just as she is out of hearing range, he tilts his head at me. “If you change your seat again without my permission, I’ll shoot her.”I laugh, his face remaining unmoved. “You can’t be serious!” “What about the dinner with your friends?” He asks monotonously, and I pass my tongue over my teeth.“Where is my money?”He shakes his head, picking the bill out of his jacket again. Showing it to me by holding it up into the air, he throws it onto the table in front of me before he takes another bite.“My friends have families,” I answer him, pulling at the dollar bill, and unfolding it.“And so?” He asks, slipping out of his jacket to throw it on the seats in front of us.H

Nerthus“Yeah! Yeah! Just a moment!”I hear Jenna’s annoyed scoff as her muffled yell reaches my ear, not keeping me from pounding at her door.The door swings open, revealing an annoyed Jenna, whose expression morphs into worry immediately.“Amber, are you OK?”“I’m wired.” I whisper-shout, passing her with fast steps. “He has my apartment wired.”“Are you sure?”“Yes. Yes. He just answered a question I asked my living room.”“Oh, dear.” She sighs, making another knot into her bathrobe cordon.“Could… Could I stay the night?”“Sure.” She says in a high-pitched voice, and I sigh relieved.“Thank you so much.”“Don’t even mention it.”Sitting down on the couch, she goes to make us two cups of coffee and I throw my bag onto the floor. “How was Thanksgiving with your parents?”“Meh.” She answers, without turning to me. “It gets more difficult every time to hide my job, and I’m tired.”She wrinkles her nose as she puts down the cup in front of me. “I should be old enough to do what I want