All Chapters of The Mafia Boss Special Slave : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Mikel stepped into the darkened room; Fabian was sitting next to Mercy's bed.Mercy lay sleeping. Her skin was marble white.Fabian sat, as still as the statue of a man, staring at Mercy. His face was grim.Mikel approached them; his face reflected concern."Fabian, what is wrong?"Fabian barely spoke above a whisper. "Loretta is gone."Mikel furrowed an eyebrow. "You let her go?"Fabian's eyes narrowed. "I had to. She was poison."Mikel sounded less than convinced."This is not like you, Fabian. You never give up on people."Fabian's jaw tightened. "She hurt Mercy. That's not forgivable."Mikel's gaze dropped to Mercy. "How is she?"Fabian's voice lost its tension. "She'll recover. Physically."Mikel knew what he was talking about. "Emotionally?"Fabian's face darkened. "That's different."Mikel nodded. "I'll find Loretta. Bring her back."Fabian's eyes snapped back, squarely at him. "No. Leave her alone."Mikel's eyes appeared to round. "You're letting her go once and for all?"Fabi

Fabian's brow creased, remembering that missed call from Loretta."Weird," he muttered.Mikel looked back at him. "Is everything alright, sir?Fabian sent him away with his hand."Let's forget it, Mikel. It is all irrelevant."Mikel nodded and dove into his schedule for cover."Your first meeting is at 9 AM, sir."Fabian nodded, focusing the mind on business matters.The car picked up speed, the mystery of the missed call unsaid.He entered the office, setting his mind on the day's work.Mikel handed him a file containing the vital documents that would come in handy that morning."Anything else I need to know?" Fabian asked, eyes scanning the papers."That's all, sir," Mikel said. "But I did get an update on the Richardson deal."Fabian's eyes are slitted. "What kind of update?""Appears they want to negotiate," Mikel said, his tone unreadable.Fabian held his gaze for a few seconds before refocusing his attention on the documents."Keep me updated."Mikel nodded and stepped aside, le

Fabian's mind was a mesh of memories of Maria-it was a rollercoaster of the entangled past, the betrayals, and the bloodshed.He cleared his mind of the emotions, focusing on the present.Maria did not coincidentally show up.She had something to do with Loretta's kidnapping.And De Silva.The phone in Fabian's pocket broke the silence.Mikel."Sir, I found Maria's location," Mikel said, his voice low."Where?" Fabian asked him."Maria De Silva is having dinner at 3 at Echoes Restaurant," Mikel informed him through the phone.Fabian's eyes stuck to the information."Book me a reservation," he said, instructing.There was a brief pause from Mikel."Sir, are you sure? You want to face Maria?"Fabian's smile was cold."A devil has got to face his demons, Mikel. Fix the time and send me the details immediately."He hung up and turned toward the room.Only to find Sandra standing behind him.Her eyes blazed with anger."Maria is back, and you want to go see her?" Sandra spat. "Are you stup

Tasha flung her bag to the floor as anger welled up inside her.She threw herself onto her bed, frustration boiling over."Why?! Why does he get to hurt me like this?!" she shouted, punching her pillow.Downstairs, her parents exchanged worried glances.Her father's face hardened."It's time we paid Fabian a visit."His wife nodded in agreement."Somebody needs to make him understand the pain he's causing our daughter."Tasha's father stood up, determination etched on his face."I'll schedule a meeting with him tomorrow. This ends now."In her room, Tasha lay awake, seething.Fabian's face burned in her mind.She'd make him regret hurting her.Her parents' whispers wafted upstairs.".can't let him continue hurting her."".time to take matters into our own hands."Tasha's eyes narrowed.Would they help her? Or stand in her way? Only time will tell.The night wore on, and Tasha's resolve hardened.Change would arrive one way or another starting tomorrow.The next morning, Tasha ran down

He stepped in, wordless, his hands rose to frame her face. Tasha felt the electric spark of heat when his mouth crashed down onto hers, sending a kiss roaring through her soul. The taste of him was intoxicating, and she felt herself drowning in him.He drew back an inch, his eyes locked with hers. "Take me," he whispered, the words low, sultry.Tasha's boldness flared from the alcohol, from the moment. Reaching out, her hands explored his body, touching the warmth of his skin. He was responding in kind, his roving hands on her back tugging her close against him.His lips deepened, pressing their bodies together as they lost themselves in each other. Tasha's hands slipped lower, under his shirt, over the smooth skin of his back. He gasped, the sound sending a thrill through her as she felt herself harden against him.He pulled away, eyes dark with desire as he looked down at her. "I want you," he said, thick with need.A wave of possessiveness washed over her as her hands found their w