All Chapters of Game With The Mafia King: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Nerthus“Did you use to come here with your teenage girlfriend?” I ask with a giggle, and he looks out of the window, avoiding my gaze.But I can see his smirk.“Are you introducing yourself as Aria to everyone now because you know I hate the name?”I groan, slumping against the leather seat. “Come on! You have to stop answering my questions with one of yours.”He clears his throat as he shifts in his seat. “I didn’t have a teenage girlfriend, Nerthus.”“Why not?” I ask, getting a frown.“Did you?”I wrinkle my nose as I feel disgusted for some reason. “Touché.”His deep chuckle gets me to smile, and I lean my head against the leather as I turn towards him fully, pulling my legs up.He let me drive outside the city, and we reached a lookout point with a nice view over trees and a waterfall flowing into a river.I am quite positive that this is a spot for the kids to make out in peace, but until now, we seem to be alone.“So?” He asks, tilting his head at me, tearing me out of my thoug

Arawn“You cannot hide forever.”I tsk as Elinor storms into one of the separate sitting rooms of the venue, catching me sipping an expensive brandy. “Watch me!”“Ah, Mr. Rodberg!” She scolds me as she scurries through the room, ripping open the curtains to open a window. “You shouldn’t act so childishly and disappear from your own party. It doesn’t behoove a man of your status.”Scoffing, I spread my arms theatrically. “And you shouldn’t go around disrupting conversations. And yet here we are.”The feeble light of the lanterns outside streams into the room, pulling it out of its darkness.“Man of my status,” I add in a murmur, taking another sip.“Yeah, yeah.” She says, moving to clear the table in front of me, putting my brandy away under my protest. “You can go on acting like a spoilt, sulking child, but someone had to do something. You will end up losing her to that sunny boy. Do you know what he works with?”I groan as she stops to stand before me, lifting her finger, reprimandin

Nerthus  I’m so angry at him that I’m set on giving Owen the last piece of me nobody ever had.I don’t care if I’m doing it out of spite, I just need him to be out of my system.“So, here we are.” Owen smiles at me as he parks his car in front of my alibi building.“Home sweet home.” I chuckle as I turn my body towards him. “Would you like to come upstairs?”He grimaces shortly before he moves his head away from me.Oh, no!“I’d love to, Aria.” He says as he looks back at me like the boy with the tuba who is about to break up with the girl from the math club.Because he talked to the quarterback about her!That fucker!“I’d really, really love to.”I force a chuckle as my throat dries out. “So, why don’t you then?”“We still

Nerthus  The week starts as badly as it ended.I feel exhausted as I didn’t sleep well another night. Expecting Arawn to come over to collect his debt, I’m practically useless for anything as I feel as if running on adrenaline.As days pass, my subtle fear turns into frustration as I don’t even get a text from him.And soon enough, I find myself feeling disappointed as he doesn’t show up.But still manages to steal my sleep this way.In a weak moment, I am tempted to contact him, but Jenna saves me from my embarrassment as she tells me that he must have gone out of the country for some meeting as Dario had to go with him.At least a text!I go through my days with my shifts in the café and the bar as well as casual dinners and drinks with Gigi and Jenna.Not that it helps a lot.Sitting on my bed, I chew on the skin around my

Nerthus “Are you okay?” Arawn’s voice gets me to calm down immediately, my shoulders slumping automatically. “Yeah. Yeah.” I say, playing with my necklace. “I just wanted to hear your voice.” He barks out a laugh, and I can see him lift his eyebrows at me. “This bad, huh?” “Uh-huh. She is doing better every day. But with her two left legs, you know how aunty Maria is. Never laying down.” “For goodness' sake, Nerthus.” He chuckles deeply before he just hangs up. What the fuck?! That asshole. Feeling absolutely shocked at him not getting my message, I’m about to send him a text with a few nice words to make him regret when they find me in some ugly ditch. With my torso cracked open and emptied. Just as I’m about to type, a text appears on my phone. Mr. Entitled Asshole: Your favorite band? Amber: Are you fucking kidding me? What are you doing? Are you updating your playlist? Mr. Entitled Asshole: Do you like Metallica? I lift my arms, pushing out a single laugh. I can’t