All Chapters of The Mafia King's Doll : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 26RenzoFeeling a hell of a lot better since I killed Constellanos, I’m calmer when it comes to Skylar.With Dario and my men searching the globe for Servando Montes, I took some time to check on my mother before she left to visit her cousins in Sicily.Standing in the living room with a tumbler of whiskey in my hand, I stare out the floor-to-ceiling window, not actually taking in the scenery of the city skyline.I hear Skylar’s soft footsteps as she comes down the stairs, and turning around, my eyes follow her to the kitchen.I finish the last of the whiskey and set the glass down before I head to the kitchen. She’s busy taking ingredients from the fridge.I sit down on one of the chairs by the island so I can watch her cook. No amount of torture will have me admitting out loud that I like watching her prepare food for us.“What are you making for lunch?” I ask as I rest my forearms on the granite top.“Lamb rib eye with garlic and sage roasted potatoes,” she replies. She se

Chapter 28RenzoLeaning my shoulder against the doorjamb with my arms crossed over my chest, I watch Skylar as she sleeps.The events of yesterday keep replaying in my mind.Kissing her was not planned, and it only left me wanting more.Remembering how she melted beneath me and kissed me back with a fuck ton of passion, the corner of my mouth lifts.She might not like me, but she sure as fuck is attracted to me.Talking with her until late into the night was also not planned, but I enjoyed every second of it.The act she was putting on to flirt with me fell away, and I got to see her real smile and talk about something she’s passionate about.Does it bother me that she’s trying to flirt with me in the hopes that I’ll free her?Not one bit. It’s entertaining.But this isn’t some Beauty and the Beast fairytale where she’ll get to return to her father. She belongs to me.Forever.Pushing away from the doorjamb, I walk closer to the side of the bed and stare down at the sleeping woman I

Chapter 30RenzoSince I fucked up at the restaurant two days ago, things have been strained between Skylar and me.Her walls are back up, and she only speaks when I demand a response from her.In my defense, she could’ve stopped me, but she didn’t.I’m at the warehouse because I figured Skylar could do with some alone time.Elio’s taking a nap on the couch while I check that all the shipments are on schedule.It’s been a while since I heard from Dario, and pulling my phone from my pocket, I dial his number.“Hey, brother,” he answers, “you still alive?” “Why wouldn’t I be?”“I figured you and Skylar would’ve killed each other by now,” he chuckles.“We had a close call, but we’re both still breathing,” I say, a smile curving my lips.“What’s up?” he asks.“I’m just checking in with you. You’ve been quiet.”He lets out a sigh. “I figured you didn’t need me around making things harder for you, so I’m in Spain busy tracking Montes.”“You left without telling any of us?” I ask, surprised

Chapter 32SkylarAfter Bianca gave me a complete checkup, assured Renzo I was physically okay, and reminded us of my biopsy next week, he brought us home.Somehow, I managed to take a shower and put on a clean dress before heading down to the kitchen.I remove all the vegetables from the fridge and pantry and set them down on the island. I pull all the plastic containers from the cupboard and set them down in a neat row.Grabbing a cutting board and chopping knife, I start with the spring onions, chopping them fine before placing them in a container.I pull the pack of carrots closer and get started on slicing them. The nightmarish day replays on a constant loop in my mind.I see Louisa and Dad being shot…their bodies at the mansion.Watching Renzo kill two of the men…how he disemboweled Enrique.Even though it was sickening, it also gave me some sense of relief. I should feel bad, but I don’t.I feel nothing.“What are you doing?” Renzo suddenly asks. “Prepping,” I murmur, my tone e

Chapter 34SkylarSitting out on the balcony, I pull the blanket tighter around my shoulders as I stare at the city lights.It’s been a week since I laid Dad to rest and had my biopsy. The results came back, and somehow, despite all the shit I’ve been through, the kidney is working perfectly.When I think about everything, I can only shake my head because it sounds like something out of a movie.The wind picks up, blowing my hair all over the place.Suddenly, Renzo comes around the side of the outdoor couch and scoops me into his arms. Without a word, he carries me through the bedroom and heads downstairs, where he plants me on one of the chairs by the kitchen island.My eyes widen when I see all the food spread out over the granite top.“I didn’t know what you’d be in the mood for, so I had Viviana send over an assortment,” he says as he takes a seat next to me. “What do you want to try first?”I let go of the blanket and answer, “I’ll have the salmon, please.”Renzo dishes up for me