All Chapters of Mafia's Lost Princess: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Damon Worry barely scratched the surface of what I felt when Miguel called me to tell me they were being attacked. I drove as fast as I could to the address he texted me. I wasn't fast enough, I thought, as I kept being stopped by unnecessary roadblocks along the way. When asked to slow down, the kind police officer would tell me, "There's a roadblock ahead with an accident along the way you're going." Most times I didn't wait for them to finish; I just drove off. Philippe sat beside me with his hand on the dashboard, making me feel as though I was driving too fast when I could. When my eyes turned back to the road, I saw yet another traffic point. I hit the steering wheel in anger and desperately searched for a shortcut. There wasn't any, I realized after looking around for several moments. I tried to keep myself together as my mind swirled with different possibilities. If they were being hit constantly by a van, it was only a matter of time before they were forced to come out

Isabella Inside the office, the brightness blinded me, or at least it threatened to blind me. The office was well-lit, but the paint was a strange choice. It was painted orange from the walls to the furniture and even the tiles. Perhaps the owner of the office had a strange obsession with colors. My eyes were hurting, and I wanted nothing more than to return to the darkness or the faint brightness of my new room. Suddenly, the chair behind the large table turned around, revealing a woman who was strikingly reminiscent of a snake. Her neck was long, as was the rest of her face. Her nose looked flat or close to it, as if it had been flattened until it resembled that of a cat. Her eyes appeared to have been glued in one particular direction without the help of botox. The woman looked at me with hard eyes behind a pair of thick-rimmed cat-eye glasses. "You may leave her," the woman said. "I will handle it from here," she finished, addressing the man who had left the room. "Welcome,

Isabella Valentino came back quickly. I wanted to ask Damon for more information. I made a mental note to do that later. I heard multiple footsteps behind me, so I turned around to find the snake woman. "I brought a witness," Valentino said. "And I'm going to record the conversation," Damon said as the woman settled to stand beside the table. "Knock yourself out," Valentino said with a scowl on his face. Clearly, Valentino was not pleased. He muttered and grumbled through the words of his agreement with Damon. They shook hands and pricked their fingers as the sign of a blood covenant. I looked at Valentino again. He looked like a man who is easily moved against his deals. He seemed fickle, and that was a bad trait. Still, I was glad we reached this point. Later on, Valentino apologized for putting a spy inside Damon's suite. "It was necessary. Simply a precaution," Valentino said with his hands raised in surrender. "The men are injured. My apologies," he said as he led us throu

Isabella I let out a hiccup as Damon's hands caressed my waist and traveled to my backside. He leaned into my neck and asked again about my arm. "Tell me, how is your arm? Does it hurt when I do this?" He gently pulled on my left arm and took it behind my back. It did hurt a bit, but not enough to make me flinch. "A little bit," I said, wondering where I found the energy to speak. He responded by planting a soft kiss on my shoulder and pulling off the off-the-shoulder dress I was wearing. He pulled down the shoulders to reveal my breasts. My nipples stood naked and pointed facing him as though in anticipation for his warm mouth and gentle caresses. I shuddered the moment his lips came and made contact with them. His mouth moved over my nipples as though they were my lips, his tongue darted over the sensitive and hardened peaks making me moan softly. His other freehand left my waist and grabbed my second breast, kneading it softly until he began tracing his fingers around my sen

Isabella It was as though a cloud of darkness had fallen over Damon. Such an ultimatum was akin to pronouncing his death. Cassandra was truly seeking ways to control everything. Normally, taking Frank would be a declaration of war, for which I suppose she might not have had the means to participate. Perhaps she negotiated with the treacherous houses for support, promising that if they kept Damon from returning with me, they would have the city to themselves. I looked up at Damon to find him still lost in his thoughts. I would trust him to come up with a way out, but for now, I knew he needed comfort first. I quickly finished my coffee and padded over to him, setting the cup down on the coffee table. I stood in front of him and tapped his shoulder. He slowly leaned back until his back rested against the chair's backrest, his eyes showing a mix of question and anger, as if I was interrupting him without reason. Sensing his anger, I quickly sat on his lap and leaned towards his hea