All Chapters of Sinful Desires: Taming The Cold Mafia Lord: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

GIULIAMary stayed with me after Mark left for heaven knew where. He only told me he would return after he had taken care of the pressing matter he had. June and Kristen had to leave early to prepare the kids for school. “How are you feeling this morning, darling?” Mary asked as she walked into the room with a food flask, smiling as she waved it in the air. “I'm good.” I had to force a smile, knowing she would be worried if I didn't. I just had to pretend like I was okay. “That's wonderful.” She dropped the flask on the counter and strode over to my side. “Do you need to use the restroom before you eat?”“Nah, I'm good.” I shook my head, still smiling. Should I keep this up, I might split my lips. “Okay.” She returned to the table and dished the food out before she walked over with a steaming bowl. “The doctor said you shouldn't have something spicy and solid, so I made porridge for you.”I made a face at that, wrinkling my nose. “Isn't there anything else to make aside from porri

MARK"Mary, that's okay," Giulia laughed. "Let's give him a break, shall we?""We shouldn't," the reply came back, firm, with a touch of disgust."Mark, you look... breathtaking," Giulia said, finally deciding to ignore her bodyguard. "I'd have kissed you, but... you know, Mary would have your head if you come three steps closer." To confirm what she said, two icy glaciers were shot at me by the guard.Shit. Could Mary just... I don't know, go home and take a nap.I sat on the chair facing the bed and blushed as Giulia dished out compliments to me. *~*~*~*~*~*I left the hospital moments later. Mary was already joining in on the conversations Giulia and I had, smiling softly when something funny was said. Guess I would just have to approach her later on to seal off the truce.Beneath the smiles was a wave of intense sadness. The grief was unbearable, and beneath it all, a burning rage simmered within me. Edith. The name alone ignited a fury that coursed through my veins like wildfir

MARK*trigger warning* The sound of her screams was like music to my ears. Basking in bliss, I left her there and walked outside, closing my eyes to feel the night air on my face. She would pay... tonight. The warehouse loomed in the night, a shadow against a canvas of stars. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and rust, mingling with the faint tang of old oil and machinery. Those boys picked a good spot. Outside, the symphony of the night played its haunting tune: the distant hoot of an owl, the rustle of leaves, and the incessant chirping of crickets. Occasionally, the scurrying of small creatures echoed in the stillness, their presence a mere whisper against the oppressive silence.My senses were heightened. Maybe because of the adrenaline pumping through me, or because of the furious bloodthirst hanging painfully in my chest like a brick. Inside, the dim light cast eerie shadows on the walls, flickering from a single, naked bulb that swung slightly, moved by an unse

MARKA setup?! Shit.My heart beat wildly in my chest, my palms immediately generating moisture that I quickly wiped on my shorts. June should have given me some sort of heads-up!"Giulia," I said, quickly clearing my voice after realizing I sounded funny. She was looking at me with those brown eyes that let you see into her soul.The late afternoon sun poured through the kitchen windows, casting a golden glow over the room. The scent of the stew on the stove lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of lavender from a bouquet on the table. My mind was a tangled mess of guilt and longing. Her red hair was tied back in a ponytail, with loose curls framing her delicate face. Was she always this stunning? She looked stunning, a vision of strength and fragility, and the sight of her was almost too much to bear.I wanted to just jump into her arms there and then, and let her warmth seep into me like morning dew on the soil until my innermost dark clouds were slowly lifted. "Mark,

MARKWe were seated on the front porch, gazing at the stars, our fingers entwined. From time to time during our conversation, she would tighten her grip and try to force my hand to the marble floor, gritting her teeth and laughing. When I offered resistance, her grip would go slack, only for her to try again moments later when she felt I wasn't on alert.She failed miserably in all her attempts. There was something about the current state of my life that I loved dearly. It was something about the way Giulia made me feel like mashed potatoes and her smile which never ceased to make me nostalgic.Just one flash of her pearly-white dentition and I was back in Seattle fifteen-plus years ago, running around with June and not giving a fuck. We used to also gaze at the stars, but at that time, it used to always be an argument on who could remember the types of stars Ms. RollingStone taught us.The thought made me smile. Oh, teenage June was lit. She taught me the definition of fun. Going bac