All Chapters of My Mob Father's Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

SarahWhen we woke up, it was already 3 in the afternoon.- I'm hungry. I laugh.- We can order something. What do you want to eat?- If you want the truth, I want to eat you. - I have to laugh again - But if I don't eat serious food, I don't think I can do it.- You're so full of shit. Pizza? Mac? Something more substantial?- Curry.- Indian?- No. Asian. And I know an excellent one. I have an app. Let me pick up the phone.He runs out of bed and looks for his phone in the pocket of his discarded pants on the floor - God, what a beautiful sight.He runs back to the bed and sits down.- They have other dishes if you don't like curry.- Curry is good.He starts clicking through the vast menu, and when he is finally satisfied, he inserts the address and pays.- 25 minutes. - he says.- Perfect, you can take a shower and put some clothes on. Let's not open the door like that.- Ohhhhh, and I thought I wouldn't even need to bother tip when you open the door.- Idiot. – I say and kiss h

DavidI'll have to be careful. I know my father very well and for him to come here, he is suspicious. That my father had someone following me, I already knew, but coming here...Gotta lay low for a while. No conversations with Sousa, no going to bars, no teasing my father's mood, and… fuck… damn me but no Sarah.With the decision made, I went to my car to go to the training field. I didn't come to America for Sarah and I have a job to do, but damn it, I didn't expect to fall in love like this.Nervous, which is dangerous in my line of work, I leave the things Sousa needs to know for later. Something more than meetings was taking place in that building in the middle of nowhere, but no matter how careful I was, I couldn't go back there, at least for now. I need to find out what they were transporting. What object would that be?I looked around before getting in the car to see who was following me, but I still didn't see anyone.I go in and close the door, but at that exact moment, my p

David3 weeks have passed since I last made love to Sarah.It's strange to be congratulated when I still have no courage to fight at my full.Whether they give me knives or guns or simply fight with clean hands, I try to fail so they don't see how much of an expert I am.My coach in England taught me everything I know and I still remember his pride when I was the best in his class. Sometimes it makes me want to laugh when one of the operatives laughs at me when I miss a shot. If they only knew.But for 3 weeks my service has improved so I have more freedom. Nobody looks at me when I walk around the complex, and it was thanks to that that I heard something that really caught my attention.- Is the team ready? - All ready, sir.- Perfect. David is coming with us.- Sir? He is not yet experienced.- Boss orders. He's going to have his loyalty test next week and he wants to know how his son behaves.- It's dangerous for everyone. If he makes a mistake.- So we have to do everything to

SarahThe only sound was the normal noise of an airplane when traveling in first class. Simon and all the men accompanying us are the only occupants of this part of the plane. I needed a drink, so I accepted the glass of champagne that the flight attendant kindly tried to hand out to everyone. Simon doesn't look up from the newspaper, but I know he's not reading it.When I saw David at the airport, my legs gave out, and I almost fell. I bet the idiot followed me again. I don't know what conversation Simon and David exchanged, but Samon has been in terrifying silence since he left the airport.I'm starting to think he already knows everything. Who knows, maybe this visit to a cemetery will leave me buried there, too.My mind goes to my mother's sad smile. Simon can turn lies into truth, and my mother loves him. She was happy when I told her we were getting married.“What happiness, my angel. That way, I can die peacefully. Simon won’t let you miss anything, and you will be happy aga

DavidI don't know how much time passed, but no one came back here after I woke up. I feel dirty, stiff, and hungry, not to mention that my mouth feels like cardboard. It's so dry.Yes, my bladder couldn't take it anymore and I relieved myself. They will think it was fear, but physiological needs cannot be contained indefinitely.My hands feel numb, and I open and close them to feel them again. The numbness is such that it hurts unbearably, but I can't stop opening and closing them.When some feeling returns to my fingers, I reach for my coat sleeve.I've learned for many years that seams are great hiding places.I struggled to pull the sleeve and put my fingers between the stitches. A smile, which I immediately stop because my lip is throbbing, appears when I touch one of the small plastic balls I hid. Stopping to listen and hearing nothing, I take out one of the balls with two fingers, praying I don't drop it.I squeeze it between my fingers, breaking it and letting what it contain