All Chapters of The Mafia King's Doll : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Chapter 25DarioIt’s been over thirty-six hours since Eden was taken, and I’m starting to lose my mind.I’ve just called Mrs. Stafford and asked her to check in on Quincy.When she asked what happened, I told her I had no idea.I can’t deal with the ballet company right now, and she’ll have to run everything in my absence.All I can think about is Eden.I’m sitting in my office and staring at useless information.A phone ringing draws my attention, and I glance at my jacket that’s still lying on the floor where I threw it after I took it off.Getting up, I dig Eden’s phone out, and seeing Tyrone’s name, I answer, “Hi.”“I’m losing my mind over here,” he whimpers, the heartache and worry making his voice sound much deeper. “I need to know something.”I close my eyes. “I have nothing yet. I’m still looking.” “But you’re the mafia. You can do shit. Right?”I glance at the monitors where information is popping up all over, but there’s nothing of use to me.“I’m looking for her, Tyrone,”

Chapter 27Eden(After she was captured…again…)Lying on the floor, I struggle to keep my eyes open.My head hurts so much. I’m cold.Through blurring vision, I see Milania crying. The other’s just stare at random spots, no life on their faces.I was so close to escaping.That might’ve been my only chance.I feel a needle prick my skin, and seconds later, my pain starts to fade.No. I’d rather take the pain.I blink and blink as the drugs rush through my system. Time warps, and everything feels upside down. My mind grows fuzzy until it feels like I’m floating.When it looks like the beds are moving across the floor before jerking back into position, I frown because it’s weird.Something crawls over me, and I try to rub it off, but moving is difficult as if I’m restrained.I’m tied up again. No!I struggle, but I can’t free myself, and more bugs are crawling over me. I scream and fight the restraints, then suddenly, the restraints are gone,and Mandy’s sitting in front of me, brushing

Chapter 29EdenI hear Dario’s voice as he calls Esmerelda to let her know about Tyrone so she can get a room ready for him.I didn’t even argue when Dario said we’d be staying with him.Why?I’m still trying to find the answer when he comes back into the room.Snuggled beneath the covers, I watch as he sits down on the armchair and removes his boots. Standing up, he pulls the two guns from behind his back. I’d forgotten they were tucked into his waistband.He places them on the bedside table, and leaning over me, he presses a kiss to my temple, while whispering, “Move up, Tesoro.”I scoot back and lift the covers so he can climb beneath them. When he lies down, he wraps an arm around me and positions my body half over his.Melting into the feel of his warmth, I let out a sigh. This is why I didn’t argue about staying with him. I feel safe and loved.He keeps giving me gentle hugs and pressing kisses against my hair. “Want to talk?” he whispers.“Yeah.” I rub my good cheek against his

Chapter 31EdenIt feels like all I’ve done since Dario rescued me is sleep and eat.I’m lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling while Dario’s working. At first, I tried to take an interest in what he was doing, but that shit’s so far over my head I quickly gave up.Suddenly, it hits me like a lightning bolt that I haven’t called Sylvia, and I shoot upright into a sitting position. “Shit!”The laptop almost flies off Dario’s lap as he shoves it aside, and a second later, his arm’s wrapped around my shoulder.“What? Are you in pain?”“I didn’t call my boss. She’s going to fire my ass.”Shit, I lost my phone when I was grabbed.Dario gets up and leaves the room, which has me calling after him, “Can I use your phone?”Less than a minute later, he comes back, and when I see my phone in his hand, I crawl to the edge of the bed, asking, “Is it charged?”“Yes.”He hands it to me, and I quickly dial the diner’s number. It takes a while before the call is answered.“Ben’s Burgers, how can

Chapter 33Eden“So you basically fired me,” I say, lifting my eyebrow at Dario, where he’s standing in the doorway of his office.“No. I got a replacement to work as a janitor at the ballet company because you need time to heal after the shit you went through.”“I’ve been off for a week. The bruises have faded a lot,” I argue. “Besides, I work the night shift where no one actually sees me. I can go back to work.”He walks closer to me, and taking a deep breath, he says, “I’m not referring to the bruises, Tesoro. You need to process everything that happened to you.”“I’m much better.” Taking hold of his hand, I grip it between both of mine. “Shit happened, and I’m moving on. You should, too.”His eyes narrow on my face. “We’re not talking about me.” His expression grows softer. “You killed a man and watched another woman die. You got drugged and beaten. You don’t have to be strong around me. I know it will take time.”God, I love this man.A smile forms around my lips. “Growing up in