All Chapters of The Mafia Kings Want their Woman Back: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Makeover (2)

Alicia’s POVSoon clothes filled the room in stacks I couldn't process. By the time everything was done, the room looked transformed with clothes, hair equipment and more, each in various sections.That was the moment Jamie returned, crossing over to meet me.“Come now bella. Your transformation awaits.” He said, pulling me up. I stumbled, dazed as I was led towards the hair salon area.Immediately I sat on the chair, movements began around me. I heard Jamie speaking in Italian to the blonde woman who he'd pointed at. Renata, if I was correct. I watched them conversing from the dressing mirror’s reflection and a twinge of irritation filled me. Once again, I was being kept out of the loop.Soon after they were done however, Jamie moved into sight, his reflection leaning onto my shoulder from the mirror.“Sorry darling, we were making some finishing touches,” he said. I felt a light tug before my hair fell loose from the bun, its dark bone straight tresses falling past my shoulders. I wh

Makeover (3)

Alicia’s POVWith his guidance, I selected a few outfits. Some he convinced me to accept, but throughout I began to feel at ease in letting my voice be heard, choosing each to my preference. After we were done, he'd decided on selecting my outfits to change into. He made the call, deciding on a pair of dark pants, a black turtleneck and a matching leather jacket he had convinced me of and a pair of ankle boots, before pushing me towards the dressing room. Staring at my reflection once I was done, my heart skipped a beat. “This is…” I trailed off, it felt like I was looking at a stranger. In the midst of my shock, I vaguely heard footsteps before Jamie’s frame came into view.“You look marvelous, darling.” he praised me with a knowing smirk. From the mirror’s reflection I saw his expression now replaced with satisfaction. My gaze flicked back to my own reflection.“I feel different.” I whispered, more to myself than to anyone else. “That’s the beauty of a proper transformation." he

Rift

Alicia’s POV Was she really here? I gaped, unable to believe it at first. It wasn't until she came closer, the sound of her kitten heels against concrete reaching my ears that I was shaken out of my gaze. Daya was here. Safe. Amidst everything that happened to me, seeing her again felt like an oasis in the desert of uncertainty. I instinctively wanted to cross the distance out to hug her but held myself back. Daya didn't like hugs. I remained frozen in place until she fully crossed the distance. “Daya-” I breathed out, a rush of emotions rolling through me. “You're here-” “What the hell? What happened to you?!” Her words were like icy water, stifling my joy and relief. The look on her face wasn’t what I had expected. I knew she would be shocked, given how I'd been missing for days, but rather than joy or worry, her gaze held a different gleam that made a part of me shrivel. Why? I quickly collected myself, forcing my thoughts to calm. ‘She was just reacting harshly due

Rift (2)

Alicia’s POV “What the hell are you talking about?” I burst out, glancing at the penetrating stares. The crowd around us was far too much with many stares in our direction. The attention was too much to handle but Daya didn't seem to care. “Why the hell did you change overnight? Looking like-like...this?” she gestured,voice filled with disgust and incredulity. My brows furrowed, confusion and heat bubbling in my belly. What the hell was she implying? Before I could speak, I noticed the presence out of the corner of my eyes. It was Mikael's men standing across the street. They were far enough to not notice but even that was inconvenient. The look on their faces made my insides knot. They were tense, as if seeing a threat and looked like they were about to come forward. That was the last thing I wanted. I made a quick decision to grab Daya, pulling her away from the street and into a quiet alley nearby. She tugged her arm from mine the moment we entered. Taking a deep breath, I

May the Better Man Win

Acker’s POV My grip on the paintbrush loosened. Taking a deep breath, I leaned back, straightening on the stool to look at my work. The canvas was a splay of colors featuring the landscape of the River Thames in sunset. My experimental study of impressionism, the soft blues and muddy outline of the bridge seemed almost idyllic. It wasn't half as good from a trained eye. I could see the mistakes between the muddled shadows, every detail a reminder. It was mediocre. Unsatisfactory. Imperfect. But then again, it didn't need to be anything more. This was for leisurely purposes. It needed time to dry. Perhaps I would finish it until I was satisfied. Maybe not. Only time would tell. The rays from the dying ember of the sun illuminated the room in dark reds and amber. In this place, rife with solitude and paintings were one of my most withheld secrets. After all, those who knew me and my capabilities would never believe that the ‘Mad Dog’ was capable of the gentle fine arts. They wo

May the Better Man Win (2)

Acker’s POV Silence came, followed by laughter. “‘Your’ woman Acker?” Mikael snorted, voice hardening. “I don’t recall bowing out of the game yet. Who the fuck do you think you are?” “Cut it out Mikael.” I spat into the receiver. “I left her in your care and already you’re screwing things up. I know exactly how you treat your women, but you don’t mess around with her-” “Let me make things clear, Acker. You don't have a right to Alicia any more than I do.” Mikael snapped. “She may have had the lack of sense to let you fuck her once but she is now my property.” “Our property.” I corrected darkly. I knew I’d gotten under his skin, but I didn't give a damn. “And lest we forget, I wanted her before I found out her true identity. Be honest, there are plenty other birdies you could fuck that would probably be more than worth your time. The only reason you're interested in her now is because of the power and influence you have over Senator Duncan.” “Oh, you know me so well, don't y

May the Better Man Win (3)

Acker’s POV Red hot rage swirled within me the more I saw. Who the fuck dared to do this? How could I have let this happen under my watch? While I was in the damn city? I took out my phone and instantly dialed his number. It didn't take long to answer. “Sir.” Javier answered. “She’s been abducted.” I said. “investigate Alicia Stephens whereabouts and movements. ” “Yes sir.” The call ended. When I found whoever did this, I would skin them. The glint of metal at the corner of my vision caught my eye. I moved to find the object haphazardly thrown in a corner, no doubt thanks to the struggle. Seeing the watch face made my jaw clench. The sound of footsteps arising from behind made me straighten. Without hesitation, I pointed my gun towards the doorway, ready to blast open any of the perpetrators. The face that greeted me however, wasn't any random goon but was Mikael Serrano. His gun equally raised pointed straight at me from the doorway, eyes hardened. “Acker Madden. f

Pillow talk

Alicia’s POVThe buzzing of my phone was what woke me up in the middle of the night and I opened my eyes to the blurry sight of my pillow, darkness, and a light from afar.It took me more than a couple seconds to come to my senses and I yawned a little before raising my head at the buzzing phone.Then, it stopped.My curiosity was piqued once I inched my hand closer to the phone and picked it up from the wireless charging port on my nightstand (something I didn’t know existed in my bedroom until a rather fortuitous accident a couple of days ago).It was 12.37am.So why would I be getting calls?As if to Answer the unspoken question, the phone once again began to vibrate in my hand. Another call coming through.I stared at the phone for a moment.Who was ‘The Love of My Life’? I didn’t save this number, nor did I know who it might be.I pursed my lips. Should I answer or not?The call went on for another couple of seconds before I finally made my decision and swiped the green button on

Distracted Don

Mikael’s POV I miss you.Fuck.She had clearly not meant to say that. Perhaps I should let it go?My thoughts were, as usual for me recently, drawn towards that girl again. Alicia Stevens. Or rather, Alicia Duncan.It was a frustrating thread of thought that wouldn’t end, no matter how much I tried to. That girl, who was rightfully my property(and Madden’s too but I wouldn’t think about the British Don anytime soon), had consumed my every thought whenever I was not busy with work.Distracting me.Confusing me.Right now, even in Italy, in the heart of my work, I was distracted by thoughts of her.It had been over two weeks since I had seen her and I thought I would be rid of the strange desires by now. But no. It wouldn’t fucking stop.“Porco cane,” i muttered under my breath lest my chauffer hear my frustrated tones. “Mi hai fatto qualcosa.”Her soft admission of missing me during the call just earlier this morning was driving me mad. It had slipped out and I knew it. I had been sur

Breakup

Alicia’s POV“Thanks, bye,” I waved at the manager as I closed for the day. It was my first day at work. I had finally caved and gotten a job closer to my college. It was a part time job, but still quite nice to have something else to do other than study and lounge around in the apartment all day.My phone sat in the pocket of my leather jacket as I refrained from calling Dominic or any of the other men to pick me up. I had shown up to the small cafe without my car, not wanting to make a bad first impression.Lingering on the side of the pavement for a second, I pondered on what I should take: taxi or bus?I still had my bus pass from the times I used it religiously to get to my former job so I quickly made the decision and began to walk down to where I remembered the nearest bus stop to be.“Oh, Alicia, is that you?” I heard a familiar voice that stopped me in my tracks a couple of meters from the bus stop.I turned around, my lips parting as I saw my best friend… or rather, my forme

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