All Chapters of The Mafia King's Doll : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Chapter 36SkylarThe past week has been pretty uneventful. Other than going to the clinic for the implant, I haven’t left the penthouse.I’m wiping down the counters when I realize I’m not a prisoner anymore.Swinging around, I look at Renzo and say, “I can go out.”“What?” he mumbles before he lifts his head from where he was reading something on his phone.“I can leave the penthouse.”A frown forms on his forehead. “Yeah?”“I need to go to the mansion to get my wallet.” I begin to walk to the elevator, then pause to ask, “Can Vincenzo or Fabrizio give me a ride?”There’s still a frown on Renzo’s face as he asks, “You want to go out?Right now?”“Yes.” If he tells me I can’t, I’ll lose my shit. “Okay.”Excitement bursts in my chest, and when we enter the elevator, I grin up at him.The corner of his mouth lifts, and gripping hold of my jaw, he presses a hard kiss to my mouth. “Your smile will be the end of me.”“Why?”“Because you’re fucking stunning when you smile,” he mutters.The

Chapter 38SkylarSince Renzo spoke to me about opening my own restaurant, my excitement has been growing.We’ve secured a building a few miles away from La Torrisi, and Viviana has agreed to manage my restaurant as well.Every day I play around with Asian dishes, and I’m slowly putting together a menu so I’m ready for when the doors open.Today I’m choosing my signature dish, and I’m torn between two.Setting both meals down in front of Renzo, my tone is professional as I point at the plate on the left. “This is Banh xeo, a savory Vietnamese pancake filled with pork, shrimp, onions, and bean sprouts.” I gesture at the other plate. “And this is yukhaejang, a Korean spicy brisket soup.” My eyes meet Renzo’s. “Tell me which one you like most.”He nods as he turns his attention to the dishes, and taking a bite of the first one, he focuses on the taste.I push his glass of Italian Prosecco closer so he can use it as a palette cleanser.When he takes a bite of the Korean soup, my heart bea

Chapter 40SkylarI look at the time again, and seeing it’s past three in the morning, I stand up from the couch and struggle to hold the tears back.Where is he? It’s taking too long.I drag my fingers through my hair, and unable to stop the sob, it bursts over my lips.Please let him be okay. I can’t lose Renzo.I swear I’ll throw myself over the balcony because there’s no way I’m living without him.Realizing just how much I love Renzo, I cover my face with my hands and pray to all that’s holy he’ll come home to me.Suddenly I hear the elevator doors slide open, and my head snaps up. I run toward it as pure relief washes over me.Just as Renzo steps into the penthouse, I throw myself at him and wrap my arms around his neck. Sobs wrack through me as I get to smell his cologne and natural scent.Thank God.“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, his tone tight with worry and his arms crushing me to him.I shake my head and cling to him with all my strength.Renzo lifts me so I can wrap my legs

Chapter 42SkylarRenzo and I are peeking around the wall at the full restaurant.“Oh my God. Half the critics in New York are out there,” I whisper, my stomach a tight ball of nerves.“They better not dare say anything bad,” Renzo mutters. “Or there will be bodies floating in the Hudson.”I slap his chest and scowl at him. “You’ll do no such thing!” Turning around, I head back to the busy kitchen.Renzo grabs my arm, and I’m yanked backward. He grips hold of my jaw and plants a hard kiss to my mouth.“Good luck, amo. You’ve got this.”Shooting him a thankful smile, I pull free and rush to my station so I can continue cooking.“I need spring onions,” I call out. “Yes, Chef!”A few seconds later, a bowl of finely chopped spring onions is placed on my counter. I quickly add it to brew, and while it boils, I check on the spicy brisket soup.The orders come fast and non-stop, and I get lost in my work.Two hours into my opening night, Viviana walks toward me and says, “A customer would li

SynopsisPoverty is an understatement when it comes to describing my circumstances. My mother is a lost cause I can’t get rid of, and I work my fingers to the bone just trying to keep my head above water.To ease the stress bearing down on my shoulders, I like to dance. Working as a janitor at a ballet company makes it easy for me to steal thirty minutes at night when the place is empty.Or so I thought. Just my luck that the dangerously handsome owner catches me red-handed. He thinks I’m a hardworking ballerina, and I don’t bother correcting him… because, you know, I’d like to keep my job.Dario La Rosa has every girl at the company swooning, hoping she’ll be the one to end his bachelor status. Me? I just want to keep my secret and try to avoid the man at all costs.But then my mother’s sins burst through my dilapidated front door, and my life takes a turn for the worse.Turns out Dario isn’t who I thought he was, and the man has the power to not only change my entire life, but to ke